Endless Winter: My Camp Upgrades Infinitely Chapter 1204 - 405: Taking the Fall, First Place Contention, Playing Dirty After Losing, Frustration (Part 4)

In the midst of the onlookers, numerous folks at the Cold Resistance Level originated from Beishuo Town.

Although they witnessed Yang Zhun truly getting pummeled on the defensive, they refused to acknowledge the Lord's disadvantaged position, and went as far as brandishing their weapons to intimidate the outspoken critics.

Rural villagers, when confronting townsfolk, inevitably harbored feelings of inferiority, so in these tense moments, they held back their fury, merely gripping their fists tightly while gazing upward at the heavens, silently yearning for Yang Zhun's quick defeat.

In contrast to the over ten thousand Cold Resistance Level cultivators in South City, the eleven Xianyang Level experts from the Six Towns displayed far greater composure; even Yang Fa, upon noticing his brother Yang Zhun genuinely overpowered, showed barely any disturbance in his gaze.

"Xia Hong's power is truly frightening!"

"Almost twenty Jun in raw strength alone, earning him the undisputed title of strongest among the Nine Towns."

"More importantly, judging by the firmness of his bone silhouette, he's merely at the initial phase of Xianyang cultivation. Should he advance further, no one across the Nine Towns could possibly stand against him!"

Bang......

"Brother Yang's about to unleash his real power!"

The explosive sound rang out, and Qin Feng's remark promptly cut off the murmurs among the spectators.

The attention of the eleven experts locked firmly onto the skies above.

The finest defense lies in launching a strong attack—a principle grasped by veterans of brutal life-or-death struggles—and when opponents collide, clinging to pure defense will inevitably expose a weakness in time.

For inhabitants of Ice Abyss, such fierce combats formed everyday occurrences.

This explains why the thousands of Cold Resistance Level fighters from South City, analyzing the aerial clash, concluded Yang Zhun held the shorter end.

No matter how meticulously devised a plan might be, flaws will emerge eventually!

Yang Zhun's current predicament perfectly illustrated this harsh truth.

His relentless guarding finally opened a vulnerability.

Having parried Xia Hong's overhead saber blow and displaying hints of weariness from extended resistance, he lacked the chance to deflect the incoming spear thrust.

How could Xia Hong squander such a heaven-sent chance? Rather than retreating his saber like earlier, he bore down fiercely with both hands, forcing Yang Zhun's frame to bend, as the Dragon Sparrow Saber wrapped around the spear shaft began a deliberate, agonizingly gradual retraction.

Indeed, the withdrawal unfolded at a glacial pace.

The absence of even a spark where the saber edge scraped along the spear's length revealed precisely how leisurely Xia Hong's drawing motion proceeded.

Slow as the retraction was, the pressure Xia Hong exerted via the blade showed zero diminishment.

Clang...

As soon as the edge disengaged from the spear, Xia Hong exploded forward with a double-legged kick mid-air; the fully drawn-back Dragon Sparrow Saber then surged ahead like a thunderbolt, aimed directly at Yang Zhun's left chest.

Faced with the blade tip lancing toward his torso and feeling the intensified ferocity in Xia Hong's strike compared to prior ones, Yang Zhun's eyes widened sharply in alarm.

Whoosh......

Xia Hong's mastery over weaponry surpassed ordinary expectations; he could boldly claim that even Yang Zhun, with years devoted to spear mastery, fell short in comparison.

That's the secret behind why, despite matching Yang Zhun's apparent might, he dominated the fight from start to finish.

The core factor was his profound grasp of spear handling!

From the instant Yang Zhun countered the overhead saber, Xia Hong had detected irregularities in his wrist motions, signaling emerging exhaustion.

Thus, while retracting the Dragon Sparrow Saber locked around the spear, Xia Hong simultaneously coiled energy in his hands, legs, and waist; the 1.5-meter saber length afforded him sufficient buffer.

Retract and lunge—two actions fused seamlessly...

"That's the Yin Yang Reverse Blade Skill from the Martial Arts Pavilion!"

"Yin Yang Reverse Blade Skill starts with just one saber-drawing technique in its beginner form; before reaching Transformation Realm, it relies on soft force to repel foes. When perfected, it controls, shields, and drains enemy power; only at Transformation Realm does one store immense energy during that brief draw-back, making the follow-up lunge the technique's true pinnacle, the Yin Yang Reverse Blade!"

"This skill proves tough to learn on its own, and the repetitive training process discourages most; it's languished unused in the Martial Arts Pavilion, but has the Lord elevated it to Transformation Realm?"

"What are you thinking? Most techniques in the Martial Arts Pavilion stem from the Lord's own inventions—why would he need extra practice?"

"Is this blade skill really so formidable?"

"Even Xianyang Level powerhouses employ it against rivals!"

"Unbelievable, I'll head back to Xia City this time and start training it right away."

.........

Upon Xia Hong's Dragon Sparrow Saber retraction, a cluster of blade practitioners near the Great Xia's Ministry Building instantly identified the rare Yin Yang Reverse Blade Skill from the Martial Arts Pavilion.

Regrettably, their exclamations at this juncture were fated to stir minimal waves.

All eyes riveted intensely on Yang Zhun.

The eleven Xianyang Level masters, particularly Shangguan Yang and Qin Feng, keenly perceived the dreadfulness of Xia Hong's assault; their faces grew profoundly grave, with profound wariness flickering deep in their eyes.

Hiss......

In the end, Xia Hong's Dragon Sparrow Saber plunged into Yang Zhun's left chest.

"With a base of 11 Jun in strength, boosted 50% by the Holy Pattern, plus another 50% from Transformation Realm Long Fist and the Reverse Blade Technique cultivation method, my core power surges straight to an overwhelming 22 Jun—what can you possibly use to resist me..."

As Xia Hong stared at the Dragon Sparrow Saber impaling Yang Zhun's heart in the left chest, a chilling grin crept across his lips.

Yet, in the very next instant, that grin solidified utterly on his features.

Swoosh......

For directly before him, Yang Zhun vanished with a sharp crackle.

An afterimage—that's all he'd struck, merely Yang Zhun's lingering afterimage!