My Beasts Grind Proficiency For Me-Chapter 172 - 77: Sword Qi

Wu Siming’s eyes widened like copper bells as he watched the pint-sized Iron Head fight the Elephant Power Demon Corpse to a standstill. If not for his cultivation of the Nine Illusions Mirage Demon Scripture, which made him highly resistant to all kinds of Illusion Techniques, he would have almost thought he had fallen under an illusion himself.

This Elephant Power Demon Corpse of his was no masterless rogue demon, but a True Disciple of the Profound Sun Demon Sect, one of the Four Demon Sects.

Its Elephant Power True Body was honed to absolute perfection.

If not for the fact that the Nine Illusions Mirage Demon Scripture he cultivated was the perfect counter for cultivators with powerful bodies but weak Divine Souls, Wu Siming truly would not have been able to defeat him.

Even with the Elephant Power Demon Corpse’s Power weakened by the Upper Yang Demon Exorcism Formation, the notion that a mere child could fight it to a standstill was simply too unbelievable.

Suddenly, Iron Head flicked his weapon, and the Celestial Gang Qi on the blade of his Big Spear abruptly shot out an extra foot, stabbing deep into the Elephant Power Demon Corpse’s shoulder.

The Gang Qi and Demonic Qi clashed, exploding instantly and blasting a fist-sized hole through the Demon Corpse’s torso.

"A True Yang Body!"

Wu Siming’s voice was as shrill as if someone had grabbed him by the balls.

Only a True Yang Body could so thoroughly suppress a Body Refining Demon Skill.

He had planned to wait until the Elephant Power Demon Corpse had killed Yang Jing’s disciple, throwing Yang Jing’s mind into disarray, before making his own move. To his horror, he now realized that if he waited any longer, it would be his own mind that fell into chaos.

Thinking this, Wu Siming immediately commanded his sole remaining Supreme Profound Upper Yang Sect Demon Shadow to attack Yang Jing’s other disciples, while he himself began to activate his Flying Hook.

This Flying Hook was named the Calamity Dragon Hook. Its body was covered in layer upon layer of minute scales, all laced with a deadly poison. Upon activating its Restriction, it could suddenly launch these countless tiny scales outward.

"Yang Jing, the legends in the Five Elements True Spirit Sect say your Sword Dao Talent is first and your talent for Thunder Techniques is second. Today, we shall see who is superior!"

Yang Jing activated his own Flying Sword as well, its turquoise Sword Light twisting and clashing with the Flying Hook.

His Flying Sword was only Tier One, whereas Wu Siming’s Flying Hook was a Tier Two Upper Grade Spiritual Artifact. Even his Magical Power was far inferior to Wu Siming’s. If they met head-on, his sword would be instantly shattered by the hook.

Yang Jing maneuvered his Flying Sword as if walking on a tightrope. The moment it was grazed by the Gang Qi emanating from the Flying Hook, his own sword would let out a strained groan, as if on the verge of breaking.

The blade of his Flying Sword was already riddled with nicks and chips.

"Yang Jing! Your Sword Technique is nothing special, and your Magical Power is pathetic! Rumor has it you advanced from the Middle Stage of Qi Cultivation to Qi Cultivation Perfection in just two years. I never imagined you would be so foolish—ruining your foundation for the hollow title of a prodigy, leaving it as unstable as a castle in the sky!"

The longer Wu Siming dueled, the more his confidence grew. He never expected that for all of Yang Jing’s incredibly powerful Thunder Techniques, his much-lauded Sword Dao was so utterly mediocre.

He himself had acquired his Sword Dao Cultivation by killing a Taixu Sword Sect cultivator and usurping the knowledge from his memories. Although the Taixu Sword Sect’s Cultivation Techniques were protected by a Restriction and couldn’t be read, with that foundation in the Sword Dao, his progress in learning the Illusion Demon Sect’s Flying Hook techniques had been extremely fast.

Limited by his own talent, Wu Siming had only mastered Refining Sword into Gang, so he had actually been quite panicked when their sword duel began.

The courtyard was narrow, with less than twenty zhang between them. For a Sword Cultivator, that was practically melee range—incredibly perilous. The slightest carelessness would end with a Flying Sword through the skull.

"Yang Jing! You’ve got a sharp tongue, but is this paltry bit of skill all you really have?!"

Wu Siming roared.

He gave up on tangling with Yang Jing’s Flying Sword. His own Flying Hook transformed into a streak of black light and shot straight for Yang Jing himself.

Wu Siming was confident that Yang Jing’s Flying Sword could never break through his Protective Spirit Light.

Seeing the Flying Hook coming at him, Yang Jing simply used his Five Elements Magical Sword Talent to conjure Five-Colored Flying Swords to clash with it.

These swords, condensed from pure Magical Power, were even less substantial than his Tier One Flying Sword; the Flying Hook could shatter one with a single blow.

But under Yang Jing’s control, a shattered sword would re-form in an instant with a negligible loss of Magical Power. The Five-Colored Flying Swords cycled through, their agility surpassing even that of his physical Tier One Flying Sword, toying with the Flying Hook like a school of fish.

They would periodically dart in to stab the hook’s body or tap at its tail.

Wu Siming was fuming.

"Yang Jing, you can tie me up with these little tricks, but even if you can hold out, can your three disciples?!"

The next moment, he froze. He had suddenly lost his connection to the Supreme Profound Upper Yang Sect Demon Shadow, even before the Elephant Power Demon Corpse had fallen.

"How is this possible?!"

Wu Siming looked over. He saw his Demon Shadow being scorched by raging Five Elements True Fire and struck by Five-Colored True Thunder, with a Flying Sword run through its chest.

None of these injuries should have been fatal. He had taken note of the three children’s techniques while dueling Yang Jing. Although the Five Elements True Fire and Five Elements True Thunder were counters to Demon Cultivators, this Demon Shadow’s Cultivation was at the Foundation Establishment realm. That advantage in Cultivation should have been more than enough to nullify the elemental counters.

The Demon Shadow’s fatal wound was to its head. The little girl, who looked to be only two or three years old, was clinging to the Demon Shadow’s head, one of her arms plunged deep inside it.

The once-menacing Demon Shadow was now virtually helpless, its aura fading rapidly.

Just then, a cold glint appeared in Yang Jing’s eyes. He knew the moment he had been waiting for had come.

"Die!"

His already faltering Tier One Flying Sword suddenly erupted with an unprecedented, dazzling radiance. The turquoise Sword Light shot forward like a thin, straight line, aimed directly at Wu Siming.

Wu Siming froze. A finger-sized hole had appeared in his Protective Spirit Light.

The Flying Sword pierced his Protective Spirit Light and drilled into his forehead. Unable to bear the tremendous strain of the Sword Qi Thunder Sound, the Tier One Flying Sword disintegrated into countless shards inside his skull. The fragments blasted out the back of his head, slamming into the Upper Yang Demon Exorcism Formation behind him.

"Sword Qi Thunder Sound!"

After uttering these words, Wu Siming staggered once before collapsing to the ground. Dark red blood and brain matter pooled beneath him.

The Elephant Power Demon Corpse, its shoulder injured and finding itself increasingly on the losing end, suddenly froze. Iron Head took the chance to slice its head off with his spear. The Flying Hook, which had been locked in a struggle with the Five Elements Magical Sword, fell to the ground with a CLANG.

Yang Jing stood with his hands clasped behind his back, looking down at Wu Siming’s body.

"The tricks of a beast are always predictable. Wu Siming, did you really think I didn’t know that a cultivator of the Nine Illusions Mirage Demon Scripture can survive without their physical body, possessing another and devouring their Divine Soul?"

The next moment, the Calamity Dragon Hook lying on the ground suddenly sprang to life, shooting into the air and stabbing toward Yang Jing.

Yang Jing shot out his hand, using the Great Capturing Technique to snatch the hook right out of the air.

The hook trembled violently but was unable to break free from his palm.

Wu Siming activated the Restriction, and the poisonous scales on the hook burst forth. They struck Yang Jing’s body, only to be deflected with a shower of sparks.

Launched by the Power of Restriction, these poisonous scales were completely unable to harm Yang Jing, who possessed the Divine Technique of Copper Head and Iron Arm.

A Demon Shadow in Wu Siming’s likeness flew out from the artifact.

"Yang Jing! I’ll drag you down to hell with me!"

The entire courtyard was enveloped by the Upper Yang Demon Exorcism Formation. Wu Siming had no escape.

"Aren’t you curious about that method of mine that can’t see the light of day?"

As he spoke, Yang Jing raised his palm and unleashed a ray of scarlet Divine Light.