Stuck in a Chinese novel-Chapter 362: Do Not Read

"What?" She was confused. Confused because I struck while the iron was scalding hot. She was so immersed in the sword art that she couldn’t even register what she was saying.

Well, considering the sword art I had given her, it made sense why she was so immersed in it.

I was very proud of myself over creating the ’Divine Demon’ sword art which I derived from many of the sword techniques I knew. Such as Ayaakusa and many other sword arts of various different timelines and different lands.

From that sword art, ’Heavenly Demon’ sword art was created, a downgraded version of the ’Divine Demon’ sword art. Downgraded a lot.

The ’Divine Demon’ sword art wasn’t at the same level as AyaAkusa. Let’s say it was one level lower. There was no downgraded version of AyaAkusa. AyaAkusa required soul power. In theory it could be understood by anyone with a sufficient sword knowledge. However, without the power of the soul, its power couldn’t be brought out.

[You gave her that?]

It was either that or the ’Divine Demon’ sword art itself. Even if she understood AyaAkusa in theory, she wouldn’t be able to use it for herself because she wouldn’t be able to tap in her own soul. No one could do that. My master was born with it while I tapped into it after millions of years of practice.

Even my father, my dad the death itself, couldn’t tap into the soul power. It was just me who could do that. The monstrous talent I possessed for everything played a great part in it but I was also persistent enough to do it.

Even if I were to teach it to someone, they wouldn’t be able to. That was precisely why I never wasted any time teaching it to Rose. No matter how talented she was, she wouldn’t be able to master that.

And so would this woman. She may have been Rose level talented, but even she wouldn’t be able to master the soul power required for the sword art.

She may be able to put her demonic Qi to it but it wouldn’t work. I mean, sure, it would elevate her strength to another level, but it wouldn’t make her the sole monarch of this world.

So in theory, it would look amazing to her, but she wouldn’t be able to use it to its full potential.

I considered every scenario before giving it to her. No matter who she was, no matter how good she was, no matter how kind she was, no matter how loyal, faithful and indiscriminant she was, she still didn’t deserve the power of AyaAkusa.

No one did.

Even I was only taught in theory because my master knew I wouldn’t be able to master it without soul power. Of course, he was quite shocked when I did and warned me not to teach it to someone else, not even my father.

Just imagine. A technique that was on the level of the ’Heavenly Demon’ sword art even without an ounce of power put into it. Even my sword art was destructive enough to split a planet and I wasn’t exaggerating.

One couldn’t even imagine the peak of AyaAkusa that cut the reality itself.

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Just the theory was enough to keep her out of her mind that she couldn’t even understand what she was saying. When she did, it was too late.

She had already agreed.

~~

She showed her card, by making me the public enemy of the sect. Now I was going to play my card.

A sect where strength was everything. Where strength named you the king and weakness named you the commoner or even worse than one.

Here I was, challenging the sect master to a slight spar. She looked at me, a black sword in her hand. At one glance I could tell that sword was made from transcendental refined steel, a material that was so tough that even my skills wouldn’t make a dent on it.

Pity it wasn’t available in the shop or I would have made my sword with this one. And even if it was me, finding it in this world would be almost impossible.

Such a precious material showed up once a century and even in then it wasn’t enough to make an entire weapon of it. With my shit luck, my chances of finding it were lower than zero so I didn’t even count on it.

What sword was I holding, you ask?

Eric’s face was a sight to behold right now. Well, even if it was my weapon, it was currently bound to him for some reason. Well, technically it was my granddaughter’s and I didn’t know why it ended up in a goddess’s hand who bestowed it to this idiot.

"I would not use my left hand." She declared. Looking into her eyes, I could tell she knew what I was doing. I smirked and replied, "Then if I make you use it, then I would be strong enough to earn your respect, right?"

"Ha…" A soft chuckle escaped her lips. She didn’t say anything about it and said, "I’ll concede the first strike."

That was a mistake.

Even if I was limited, it was still me in this useless vessel. I wasn’t some inexperienced brat who didn’t know his limits. I knew my limits which was why I was so confident.

[Angel’s blessing]

[All stats +50%]

The look in her eyes changed. The power I was displayed couldn’t be felt by her. It wasn’t mana, Qi or anything else. This was the power of the system that flowed into me every time I’d use a skill.

Just a moment ago, when I didn’t use the skill, there was no indication of my power. Now that my stats had increased by a lot, she clearly felt the difference and it wasn’t a good news for her.

"You have strange power," Damn. She still didn’t panic. She should have but she didn’t.

Why?

[Yan Tae Yong]

[Level 722]

Damn.

The divine rank ended at level 600. From level 500-600 was divine rank but after that, from 600 to 800 was the guardian rank, their stats between 2000-3000.

Her stats were quite close to her level limit. She was at least around an average of 2600 stat points. Me who didn’t even possess half of that number, even with my buff, she wasn’t an opponent I could take on right now.

Of course, that would be a different story if I was to use this skill.

[Archangel: 2\\3]

Yeah…

I wasn’t wasting one turn on something like this. It wasn’t like I’d die in this spar so this was an easygoing battle. Unless she was trying to kill me, I wouldn’t use this skill. I might not even if she was trying to kill me.

Until and unless I would have exhausted all options, which included running away, I wouldn’t use this skill.

With that out of the way…

Let us begin.

~~

Adrian raised the sword in his hand, the long sword and broadsword’s combination didn’t give off the intimidation of a heavy weapon but Tae Yong could feel power emanating from that sword.

She had to admit that even though the child in front of her wasn’t as strong as her, given his age, he was the proper candidate for being one of her disciples. Even her disciples, whom she had trained since a young age wouldn’t reach the level of this boy in front of her.

Adrian moved, his movement swift and confusing. There wasn’t a single linearity in that movement. Like an agile snake, there was no telling when that sword would land.

That spoke volume of the boy’s sword skills. They were as good as her on base level.

’So it isn’t him he wants me to teach.’ She thought as she effortlessly, without even putting any demonic energy in her sword, stopped the sword charge with her right hand.

She felt a good amount of pressure travel through her body, reaching as deep as it could. Still, it wasn’t enough to go past her shoulder. It was a little numb at most and even that just for a second.

But that was a strike without any power behind. The boy had deliberately given up his chance to strike because he was trying to show her.

’Be careful.’

That was the message she received and she didn’t know why but every vein in her body told her…

’Dodge.’

His sword moved, no word leaving his mouth but Tae Yong could feel it. His sword moving in every direction. 64 consecutive strikes, aimed at one point only.

Her heart.

’How does he?’ Tae Yong thought as she raised her sword as well. Defending her heart with the point of her sword, she deflected all 64 strikes she was well familiar with.

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This time, however, there was proper power behind those strikes. Power unlike any she had ever felt before.

The scent of blossoms evident in the arena…

The boy had just executed one of the hardest skills of one of the great sects of the Murim. Effortlessly and flawlessly and with power more than even the master of the sect itself…

"64 plum blossom sword."