Chapter 411 Catching The Blade With Bare Hands

The Wang Clan that Vale came from was a big clan, though it was not one of the top clans in the
Imperial Capital. In terms of fortune, it was unable to compete with the top seven noble clans. As such,
the Wang Clan was unable to buy an ancient fairy weapon for Vale.

In fact, Vale obtained this ancient fairy weapon when he accidentally barged into a dust-laden imperial
mausoleum. To secure this Gentleman Sword, Vale surpassed the traps and tricks set inside the tomb
and got chased by a band of human skeleton guards whose cultivation level could rival those at the
Illuminating Soul Realm. It was also true that Vale nearly died in the imperial mausoleum.

"This Gentleman Sword was the personal sword of Emperor Amos, from the Imperial Dragon Dynasty
in primitive times. Zen, your body is incredibly strong and firm. It is almost as if you were built with iron
and steel. But I wonder whether you can defend against my sword," Vale said as he brandished the
Gentleman Sword. A string of lotuses fluttered down around him.

Zen raised his brow as he stared at the Gentleman Sword in Vale's hand. He never expected that Vale
would have an ancient fairy weapon.

Allegedly, in ancient times, weapon refiners could grasp the Heavenly Law more effortlessly than
present-day refiners. Accordingly, earlier weapon refiners could easily become weapon refining
masters. It was also said that weapon refining masters had an easier time when refining fairy weapons.

Later, a drastic world-wide change occurred. The Heavenly Law became far more obscure, which
made it more challenging for weapon refiners to refine fairy weapons. As to the nature of the change
and why the Heavenly Law turned more abstruse, no one knew the answer.

Therefore, ancient fairy weapons were more powerful than those produced in recent years. For
instance, though the Gentleman Sword held by Vale had one fairy texture, which meant that it was a
low-grade fairy weapon, its power could be at par with a medium-grade fairy weapon refined in this era!



Zen did not doubt that this medium-grade fairy weapon would cut his body—after all, his body was not
stronger than a medium-grade spiritual weapon.

"Ancient fairy weapon? That must have cost a fortune! But are you sure that your aim is good enough
to hit me?" As those remarks faded, Zen took a step forward. With the full power of the Phoenix Crystal
coursing through his body, Zen moved at top speed, like a gust of wind!

Meanwhile, Zen's six demonic phantoms sprang. They hurtled toward Vale from six different directions.

Seeing the six demonic phantoms rushing toward him, Vale flipped his hand, and the white lotus under
his feet unfurled six petals. The petals swept against the demonic phantoms and sent them up in the air
one by one. The large white lotus turned out to be another sharp offensive weapon by Vale!

As the white lotus blocked the six demonic phantoms, Vale leaped gracefully before charging at Zen
with the Gentleman Sword clenched in his hand. "I don't know how you achieved this. At the second-
grade of the nature level, you can move at such speed! Without any knowledge of sword intent, you
comprehended the Sword Step. You're surely one of a kind weirdo. But as I've said, it's no use. All that
you rely on is of no use!"

In contrast to Zen's wicked Sword Step, Vale's movements were more elegant. Every time he took a
step, a lotus blossomed under his foot. He just shuttled across the arena like a graceful swallow.

Due to the Flower-Picking Pointing that Vale had performed, many pits appeared on the arena, which
affected Vale's swallow-like movements. But since Zen's Sword Step allowed him to make quick and
unexpected turns, the present situation was in Zen's favor.

Despite all that, the distance between the two still narrowed.

Right now, everyone's heart shot up to their throats. 'Will Vale kill Zen?'



The reason why everyone watched this match so intently was not that Zen was a dark horse in this
year's All Peaks Competition, or because Vale was the best of all the personal disciples. What
interested the crowd the most was the grudge between Zen and Vale.

When the two were fighting, they kept mocking each other. Apparently, the two had already contracted
enmity because of Yan. Although each disciple would go all out at the All Peaks Competition, few
would fight desperately. Well, they all knew that when there is life, there is hope.

It was indeed wonderful to participate in the All Peaks Competition and obtain good marks. However,
they did not think that winning at the expense of losing their lives was prudent.

Nonetheless, the battle between these two gripped in hatred was different. Both Zen and Vale wanted
to stomp the other and keep him subdued forever. Thus, the battle was far more violent than previous
ones!

Judging by the current circumstance, it seemed that each step Zen took was tightly blocked by Vale,
who was now at an absolute advantage. In such a case, Zen had only two choices.

He would have to admit defeat or be killed by Vale. Anyway, the ancient fairy weapon in Vale's hand
was not designed for chopping vegetables!

At this scene, Elder Xu edged towards Kenneth and asked, "Sir, will you help Zen?"

The All Peaks Competition was the most authoritative martial arts contest in Cloud Sect. It was devised
to test the levels of its disciples. Hence, the rules of the All Peaks Competition were rigid and harsh.
For example, earlier when Mack was attacking and even torturing Yehudi, as long as Yehudi did not
yield, the referee would not intervene.

Also, when Vale nearly demolished the entire arena with his Flower-Picking Pointing, the referee still
did not step in, or suspend the match to repair the arena.



In normal cases, even Kenneth would not interfere in any on-going battle during the All Peaks
Competition for the sake of his own business.

But Xu knew what Kenneth was thinking. From Kenneth's perspective, Zen was undoubtedly a talent
worth further cultivation and education. And he had given Zen a lot of care and high praises, which was
not Kenneth's usual style. He always seemed indifferent about the sect's affairs.

At this point, Vale was wielding the Gentleman Sword and trying to kill Zen. If Zen were unique, it would
be a huge pity to let Vale destroy him.

Kenneth locked his eyes on Zen, furrowed his brows, and answered, "No need! Although this kid has
been chased everywhere by Vale, do you see any trace of panic on his face? I guess this kid has a
card under his sleeve!"

Elder Xu turned toward Zen. He found that Zen was still very composed. In fact, he was zigzagging
with his peculiar Sword Step and seemed quite unflustered.

'But that only proves that Zen is a sedate guy who can stay calm when in peril. However, it doesn't
mean Zen has no fear of Vale's sword!' In Elder Xu's opinion, Zen was a spent arrow, and he had no
more chances to strike back. 'If no one interferes in the match, in perhaps a few minutes, Zen will be
beheaded by Vale.

But based on the leader's behavior, it seems that he has no intention to come forward. If so, what else
can an elder like I say?'

At this moment, Vale was inching closer and closer to Zen. When the distance was reduced to a certain
degree, Vale's graceful figure landed on the ground again. A lotus bloomed after he lightly touched the
earth with his toe. At the same time, the Gentleman Sword in his hand swung toward Zen.



This attack was not directed at any of Zen's vital parts. It seemed as though Vale was aiming for one of
Zen's hands.

The power of this ancient fairy weapon was extremely overbearing. Although the domineering air
dispersed from the Gentleman Sword was not commensurate to the appearance of the sword, it would
not affect its power. An ancient fairy weapon could not only slice clean through iron as though it were
mud, but also spiritual weapons, which would be as easy as dicing vegetables.

Predictably, even if Zen's body could match that of a spiritual weapon, he would still be hacked in half
when the sword hit him.

Just as Vale launched this attack, Zen slid sideways as if he had a pair of eyes on the back side of his
head. The movement allowed Zen to shift his shoulder an inch away, thus helping him to dodge the
attack successfully.

At the same time, a sly smile surfaced on Zen's face. He turned abruptly to face Vale head-on. Now,
the two were very close to each other.

"You're courting death!" It was beyond Vale's expectations that Zen would dare to fight him face-to-
face. Vale flicked his wrist and directed the Gentleman Sword sideways to land another attack on Zen.
Without hesitation, Zen stretched his hands and reached for the sword.

"Zen doesn't want his hands anymore, does he? Is he going to block the blade with his bare hands? Is
he out of his mind?"

"How could a man catch Vale's sword with his hands? I'm positive that Zen will lose his hands!"

Seeing that Zen was attempting to block Vale's sword with his hands, many shook their heads.
Confronting a blade with bare hands was not profound Kung Fu. Many people could do it. However,



there were many preconditions. For example, their strength must be stronger than that of their
opponents, which would ensure that they could stop the sword with their palms.

Since Vale was more powerful than Zen, and the sword that he was holding was an ancient fairy
weapon, Zen's attempt was daring to the point of being considered reckless. Many in the audience
were already picturing the bloody scene of Zen's hands being chopped off.

But the scene the crowd imagined did not occur.

Because Zen did not exactly catch the blade with his bare hands!

Facing the attack of the ancient fairy weapon, Zen, of course, was not so stupid that he would really
catch it with bare hands. He had no intention of losing his hands!

He suddenly balled his right hand into a fist, took a turn, and punched the Gentleman Sword from the
side.

'I can't launch a frontal attack on the ancient fairy weapon with my body. But I can smash the side of
the sword!'

At Zen's counterstrike, a trace of sneer emerged on Vale's face. He found this trick by Zen very boring.
'Anyway, inferior people will always be weak. Even when they are cornered, they can't think of a decent
counter-attack. Their only option is to resort to dull tricks!'

'It's easy to undo Zen's little trick. All I need to do is to draw the sword along the force of his punch, and
then, swing at him once more. I aimed for Zen's left shoulder, but this time, I will target his right
shoulder instead. Anyway, his little trick will not make a difference.'

But just as Zen's fist made contact with his sword, Vale's expression changed radically!



Vibration rolled out of Zen's fist. When this vibration flowed through the sword and spread to Vale's
hand, Vale lost his grip and nearly let the Gentleman Sword fly out of his hand!


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