Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8746: The challenge _1

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Previously on Living In Another World With A Farm...
Sun Buyu eagerly signed up for a dangerous "realistic illusion" combat trial after being encouraged by his senior brother Hao Tong. Despite warnings of potential death, Sun Buyu proceeded, only to discover the trial's true nature and his formidable opponent from the Shadow Realm.
"Mangled terribly," Sun Buyu exclaimed. The long blade in his grasp then began to dance with blinding speed. Following the swift movements of his hand, his own form became a blur. In the next instant, a sharp clang echoed as his blade met the Shadow's spear tip once more. This time, however, he didn't retreat. Instead, he soared upwards, ascending to an incredible height, far beyond the Shadow's reach for pursuit. Yet, the Shadow harbored no intention of giving chase. It remained stationary, spear in hand, gazing in the direction Sun Buyu had vanished. Though motionless, the weapon was poised, ready to strike at any moment. The Shadow had clearly perceived Sun Buyu's previous maneuver: using its own power to escape its attack range and prevent further assault. Pursuing would be futile, as Sun Buyu, once airborne and stable, would undoubtedly regroup his offensive. This understanding prompted the Shadow's decision to wait. It stood its ground, face impassive, adopting a strategy of immobility against any change. It harbored no doubt that Sun Buyu's strength could not surpass its own, and it was confident in its ability to repel or even slay him in a direct confrontation. After an interval of roughly three breaths, a thunderous roar erupted from the heavens. "A sea of blood and a mountain of corpses!" As the voice faded, a figure plummeted from the sky. The blade descended with gale-force momentum, aimed directly at the Shadow. Upon witnessing the sheer power of the incoming strike, the Shadow's countenance shifted drastically. It let out a roar and thrust the spear skyward, intent on intercepting the assault. A deafening clash ensued, sending the Shadow plummeting into the sea of blood below. However, before it could fully submerge, a spurt of black blood erupted from its mouth. Sun Buyu, his face alight with fierce excitement, raised his long blade and bellowed, "Behold this move of mine!" With his declaration, he brought his saber down once more. Though the Shadow had fallen into the crimson depths, its form remained intact, allowing Sun Buyu to pursue. The Shadow glanced at Sun Buyu's triumphant expression, a flicker of derision crossing its features. In the very next moment, its body dissolved into a swirl of black mist, and Sun Buyu's blade sliced through empty air, feeling utterly devoid of impact, as if striking nothing at all. This realization caused Sun Buyu's expression to contort in alarm. A sudden, chilling memory surfaced: his adversaries hailed from the Shadow Realm and possessed the ability to transform into mist. The thought sent a jolt of panic through him, yet he didn't falter. Instead, he raised his voice in another fierce cry, "A pestle of blood!" His figure accelerated anew, plunging directly into the heart of the blood sea. This time, his blade wasn't aimed at the enemy, but at the viscous liquid itself. As he accelerated downwards, the tip of the Shadow's spear, gleaming with deadly intent, materialized precisely where he had been moments before. Had he not abruptly surged forward, that thrust would have claimed his life. Sun Buyu's subsequent blade attack wasn't for offense, but for propulsion. This desperate maneuver had, in fact, allowed him to narrowly evade certain doom. Sun Buyu vanished beneath the waves of blood, leaving the Shadow momentarily stunned. Then, a roar of fury escaped it, but it made no move to pursue. Instead, it retreated, soaring out of the blood sea and hovering about a hundred meters above its surface. Its gaze remained fixed on the crimson expanse below, clearly anticipating Sun Buyu's emergence. It made no move to approach the blood-stained surface. Meanwhile, Sun Buyu seemed to have been swallowed by the sanguineous depths. A considerable time passed without any sign of his reappearance. The Shadow, unperturbed, remained in its vigil, eventually even closing its eyes. The instant its eyes shut, Sun Buyu erupted from the blood sea, his blade whistling down towards the Shadow.

Abruptly, the school's outcast's eyes flew open. "I've been expecting you! Take this!" he bellowed, thrusting the spear he held directly at Sun Buyu. It appeared to be a simple downward stab, akin to a rodent digging into the earth, yet the speed was astonishingly swift. With a sharp 'clang,' the spear met Sun Buyu's long blade once more, this time sending him flying horizontally. He had utilized a peculiar outward force, leveraging his opponent's momentum to propel himself nearly a hundred meters before coming to a standstill. Slowly, he ascended, leveling himself with the school outcast. A blood-red saber materialized in his hand as he faced his adversary.

The school outcast regarded Sun Buyu with a grave expression. "I truly did not anticipate such power from a mere cultivator. You hail from the Blood Massacre Sect, do you not? Hahaha, I've heard the Blood Massacre Sect has conquered the Blood Sea Realm. Fascinating, truly fascinating. To think a cultivator could achieve such a feat."

A sneer touched Sun Buyu's lips at the words. He was about to retort when a prior warning from Hao Tong echoed in his mind: everything here was an illusion, a fabrication. Yet, Sun Buyu found himself utterly bewildered. How could this be unreal? If this place and its inhabitants were both real and illusory, how could he possibly comprehend it? Was even this school outcast a phantom? The notion seemed impossible; how could a mere illusion speak such words?

While Sun Buyu remained lost in thought, the school outcast launched a sudden, direct thrust towards him. The timing was impeccable, striking precisely when Sun Buyu was most distracted. The attack was blindingly fast; though separated by a hundred meters, the nomad was suddenly upon Sun Buyu, his spear tip mere inches from his opponent's face.

Sun Buyu's expression shifted dramatically. Drawing upon his experience, he recognized the immense strength behind the assault. He twisted his body, deflecting the incoming spear with his blade, and simultaneously dodged to the side. With a fluid motion, he brought his saber around in a sweeping arc towards the school outcast.

The school outcast raised his spear, parrying Sun Buyu's strike. A resounding 'dang' echoed as the shaft of the spear collided with the saber. They broke apart, repositioning themselves to face each other. At this moment, Sun Buyu's mind cleared. He understood that regardless of whether his opponent was real or illusory, he had to defeat him. Thus, any contemplation of reality was unnecessary. With a fierce cry, he gripped his saber with both hands and unleashed a torrent of bloody slashes towards the school outcast.

The school outcast met the assault with his spear, and the two combatants clashed. Sun Buyu poured his full might into the Eight Forms of Bloody Battle, each move flowing seamlessly into the next. Gradually, he felt his entire being, mind and body, consumed by the technique. He sensed the subtlest shifts in each motion and grasped the profound artistic conception behind the Eight Forms of Bloody Battle. This saber technique, honed for the battlefield, offered numerous variations but relied on overwhelming force. It demanded momentum and a murderous intent, a fusion of intent, killing aura, and movement to unlock its ultimate power.

The thrill of combat intensified with each passing moment. After an indeterminate period, he unleashed the Three Thousand Blood-Soaked Kingdoms, a devastating strike aimed at the school outcast. Though his opponent had dissolved into mist, Sun Buyu had imbued his blade technique with such potent killing intent that the phantom form was annihilated on the spot.

Having vanquished the school outcast, Sun Buyu exhaled a long, steady breath. He surveyed his surroundings, blade held steady. The area was silent, the sea of blood churning placidly as before. Not a single change indicated anything amiss. This unnerved Sun Buyu, prompting him to question if he truly was trapped within an illusion.

Suddenly, a voice resonated. "Sun Buyu, you have eliminated an adversary. Do you wish to depart this illusory reality? If so, merely affirm with 'yes.' Should you desire to continue your trials, new opponents will appear. Upon defeating ten adversaries, you will be automatically expelled from the illusory reality. Please state your choice promptly."

The instant the voice echoed, Sun Buyu froze momentarily. Relief washed over him as he grasped the reality: he was indeed within an illusion. Its sheer vividness had previously sown doubt, but this disembodied voice confirmed his suspicion. Certain of his predicament, he vehemently declared, "No, I refuse to give up! I will continue the challenge!"

His defiant words had barely faded when another tear in the fabric of space materialized nearby. From this rift emerged another shadowy figure. Upon spotting Sun Buyu, the shade didn't charge directly but instead executed a swift maneuver, creating distance between them.

Sun Buyu, momentarily bewildered by this tactic, roared and lunged forward. However, the shadowy figure was already in motion. Producing a grand, dark bow from an unseen source, the figure drew the string. Without notching an arrow, a bolt of black energy materialized upon the bow. With a release, the energy arrow hurtled directly towards Sun Buyu.

Confronted by the incoming projectile, Sun Buyu was taken aback. He hadn't anticipated an adversary wielding such an unconventional weapon and attack. Time for contemplation was scarce, as the arrow was already upon him. His long saber met the energy arrow with a powerful slash, resulting in a deafening boom and the arrow's explosion. The force of the blast was formidable, and Sun Buyu felt himself struck, a revelation that startled him. But before he could fully process this, a second arrow streaked towards him, his expression contorting in alarm.