The Three Realms Thief Chapter 12

Clang!

Two swords clashed, the sound echoing throughout the entire場 (arena/scene).

It was like the beginning of an overture—

Jiang Xueyao’s eyes grew colder. With a change in her sword technique, she slashed at Xu Yuan again.

Xu Yuan moved with his sword, stepping back. He tapped the wall several times, scaling the high-rise building rapidly as if pulled by steel wires.

Body technique, movement technique!

And it was a movement technique fueled by spiritual energy!

He had indeed entered the Dao!

This meant Yang Xiaobing’s trust in him was not unfounded.

Jiang Xueyao snorted lightly and followed closely.

The longswords in their hands transformed into surging afterimages as they continuously exchanged blows.

Loud, boisterous shouts rang from the top floor all the way down to the bottom.

Students yelled, making incomprehensible sounds.

The top-ranked female student suddenly descended from the sky and started fighting a male student.

—Who could have predicted such a battle?

The uproar echoing through the entire teaching building grew louder and louder.

Because—

“Sword aura!”

Someone cried out in surprise.

Jiang Xueyao unleashed a white sword aura, striking Xu Yuan from a distance.

The longsword in Xu Yuan’s hand immediately burst forth with an equally sharp and unparalleled white line.

The continuous sword aura from the blade clashed densely in the air like a torrential rain hitting a river!

The entire audience gasped.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment.

Jiang Xueyao used the wall to propel herself forward, taking five swift steps, leaping into the air like an ethereal fairy, raising her longsword—

“One last move.”

She looked at the boy opposite her and said softly.

Wind.

Gathered.

A shrill, high-pitched hum suddenly erupted from the snow-colored blade.

Xu Yuan retreated along the wall, his expression exceptionally calm.

The sword in his hand remained still.

But the wisps of sword aura swirling around the blade trembled violently, emitting the same whistling sound.

In an instant.

Both of them swung their swords simultaneously.

Eight streaks of white sword aura burst from Jiang Xueyao’s longsword, instantly piercing the void, flashing along the wall, and striking Xu Yuan from a distance.

Xu Yuan’s longsword vibrated, also unleashing eight identical streaks of sword aura!

Swallow Chain!

Both dodged each other’s sword aura, leaping to trace an arc on the outer wall of the teaching building, seizing the opportunity to pursue with another sword strike.

The sword aura from this swing was like a scattered, arcing white line, catching up to the opponent’s figure from afar.

Yan Ge Sword Art’s Third Form, Spinning Dance!

Clang!

Both blocked simultaneously, and both attacked again—

Sword auras crisscrossed in the sky, whistling incessantly.

“Didn’t you say ‘one last move’? How many moves has it been?” Xu Yuan shouted.

“Hmph.” Jiang Xueyao ignored him, continuing to unleash sword strikes.

Song Huaijin said—

“That kid hasn’t awakened his Qi sense yet. He sits in the back row of the classroom every day, not studying, just playing around, yet he has Yang Xiaobing completely smitten.”

“This kind of parasite only eats, drinks, and plays, but he’s good at making girls happy,”

He also said—

“If this continues, Yang Xiaobing will be ruined.”

Damn it.

She clearly wanted to help Yang Xiaobing.

She was used!

Jiang Xueyao gripped her longsword tightly, a sudden surge of anger rising in her heart.

The sword aura from her blade became even more ferocious, rubbing against the air with a series of sharp cries.

Xu Yuan could only continue to meet her attacks.

The surface of the teaching building suddenly emitted a heavy humming sound.

This was the protective array of the teaching building automatically activating upon sensing danger.

In the office building.

The principal, grade directors, and even the homeroom teachers of various senior classes were having tea and conversation with a group of university guests.

Suddenly.

An elder, who had been resting with closed eyes, opened them and said in surprise:

“Swallow Chain, Eight Desolations Sword Movement—and there are two of them?”

Everyone looked towards the rooftop of the opposite teaching building, their faces showing excitement.

On the rooftop.

Yang Xiaobing nervously watched the battle below, clenching her fists, her body trembling slightly.

The two were climbing the building wall while attacking each other.

—They were almost fighting their way up to the rooftop!

“Xu Yuan… you won’t fall so easily…”

Yang Xiaobing murmured.

Xu Yuan didn’t notice her at this moment.

Jiang Xueyao’s sword was fast, like a sudden storm, each move stronger than the last.

He could only barely cope by utilizing his reactions, combat awareness, and even intuition from his previous life, combined with all the sword techniques he had cultivated in this life, and even the results of his efforts in historical side quests.

Thanks to this unprecedented intense offensive, he experienced the thrill of combat in this world for the first time.

One sword.

Another sword.

And another.

He was overwhelmed.

A dense curtain of sword aura had just receded, and immediately after, another wave of even more ferocious sword moves came one after another.

Xu Yuan kept responding.

His eyes grew brighter and brighter, his spiritual energy circulated wildly, and his competitive state continuously peaked.

Jiang Xueyao, while attacking, was also observing him.

Combat is sometimes like a duet.

If your opponent is too weak, it’s not satisfying.

If your opponent is skilled but unwilling to go all out, it’s equally unsatisfying.

Facing her sword, peers either feared her, were overly nervous, or were ready to withdraw and surrender at any moment.

This person was different.

He was cooperating with her, displaying all his skills, striving to push this battle to its peak, and then—

In the final showdown, when both sides were ready—

To determine the victor!

A faint smile touched the girl’s lips, and she suddenly felt a long-lost sensation.

Indeed.

From the looks of their exchange, the opponent’s sword techniques were not something that could be learned overnight.

Song Huaijin’s words were indeed unreliable.

But the current situation had nothing to do with Song Huaijin anymore.

She had already lost the bet.

So this battle had to end in victory.

At least this way, it wouldn’t be too awkward.

“You’re going to lose.”

She spoke.

Her longsword suddenly transformed into a flash of snow-white light, instantly striking towards Xu Yuan.

Xu Yuan didn’t even have time to react; the sword was already at his throat.

So fast!

This had already exceeded his reaction limit!

He desperately raised his sword hilt—

Clang!

A crisp sound of metal clashing rang out.

“Let go.”

Jiang Xueyao smiled.

Xu Yuan’s longsword was promptly knocked flying, tossed into mid-air.

The victor was decided!

But at that very moment, Xu Yuan suddenly stepped forward, clenching one hand into a fist, and punched towards Jiang Xueyao.

The entire process was as fluid as flowing water, as if he had deliberately thrown away his sword.

This punch was timed perfectly!

Because Jiang Xueyao’s sword had just knocked Xu Yuan’s sword away, its force was spent, and she hadn’t yet recalled her move.

But the fist had already arrived.

Both sides once again entered the moment of determining victory.

But after just one move, this time the initiative to decide the victor was in Xu Yuan’s hands!

Jiang Xueyao’s eyes narrowed, and she immediately stepped back.

She had clearly won a move.

But the situation was instantly reversed by her opponent!

This was simply—

*Pah.*

Jiang Xueyao twisted her body and swung her elbow, blocking the opponent’s fist. Using the space created by this step back and block, she once again made her move with the sword.

Something was wrong.

There was a faint burning sensation in the air.

She possessed a lightning-fire spiritual root and was very sensitive to fire. Could it be—

Jiang Xueyao was about to thrust her sword straight, but at the moment of striking, she changed it to a swirling horizontal cut, swinging sword qi in place to block a move.

Taking this opportunity.

She looked at his hand.

Right hand a fist, left hand—

That was a spell.

He had actually used two moves simultaneously.

The speed of casting the spell was beyond imagination, it was simply—

Monster-like hand speed!

*Whoosh—*

The Dan Fire was formed!

The flames met the sword qi, both cancelling each other out.

Jiang Xueyao spoke:

“The moment my sword deflected yours, you prepared a寸拳 (inch punch) and Dan Fire?”

“Otherwise? Did you think you had already won?” Xu Yuan said.

He stretched out his hand.

At that moment, the Xu Feng sword fell from the sky, and he caught it steadily in his hand.

Jiang Xueyao was silent for a breath.

He had been fighting her closely, following her rhythm, which was why she had used her divine ability “Chuixue”.

She had originally thought she could win with one move.

Who knew that his judgment and perception of battle, and his understanding and adaptability to tactics, had already surpassed ordinary imagination.

Victory, in his hands, could be reversed in an instant.

He even calculated the landing point of the sword after it was struck away, then stood there, not even looking, and picked up the sword with one hand.

The entire situation was within his calculations!

Good.

Jiang Xueyao’s heart was stirred.

This was combat!

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Such an opponent was worth a good fight!

“One last move.”

She spoke.

“You said that before too,” Xu Yuan shrugged.

Jiang Xueyao raised her sword, her entire aura suddenly paused for a moment, and she couldn’t help but say, “This time, we’ll definitely decide the winner.”

Almost simultaneously—

Xu Yuan’s sword suddenly thrust forward.

Jiang Xueyao, as if having a telepathic connection, took several steps forward, also wielding her longsword.

Whiz whiz whiz—

The longswords whistled, simultaneously erupting with streaks of sword aura like white lines.

These torrents of sword aura collided and intersected in the void, roaring like thunder, like lightning—

Both once again unleashed the final move of the Yan Ge Sword Art—

Swallow Chain, Eight Desolations Sword Movement!

“Enough!”

Yang Xiaobing cried out urgently.

But the two paid no heed, rushing towards each other as their sword auras cancelled each other out.

The final move.

It was time to decide the victor!

Xu Yuan thrust his sword straight.

Jiang Xueyao’s lips curved into a smile, and she swung her sword to meet him.

Clang!

The two swords clashed, probed, and changed, emitting a ear-grating scraping sound.

However—

Jiang Xueyao suddenly stopped.

She held her longsword, resting it a few inches from Xu Yuan’s chest, unmoving.

Xu Yuan also didn’t move.

He looked down at the longsword in his hand.

During that last exchange, his “Xu Feng” sword suddenly broke, leaving only half a hilt in his hand.

The sword broke!

The battle naturally couldn’t continue.

“Why is your sword so bad?” Jiang Xueyao frowned and asked.

“It’s not bad, it’s a perfectly good sword,” Xu Yuan said with a mournful face, looking at the broken hilt of his sword.

This cost me 3 Gold Coins!

It broke right after I bought it!

It would take killing a human trafficker to buy a sword like this.

Where am I going to find another human trafficker!