Combat Emperor: Zhang Yu's Journey
Chapters... 52: Illusion (Living Life)
It's already night time. But the atmosphere around the dragon stage was even more crowded.
The news of a new disciple reaching the fourth stage and entering the top one hundred and fifty ranks became a byword.
Not only the outer court disciples, even some inner court disciples came from curiosity.
Wu Zetian, this morning he went to the cultivation tower. However, as there was no empty room on the first to third floors, he returned disappointed.
In the afternoon he searched for Zhang Yu's invisible presence on his nose. Hearing the news of a new disciple riding on the dragon stage, he had a feeling it was his friend.
And it's true. It really is Zhang Yu. His friend is now making a furore with his achievement of reaching the fourth stage.
"Before I felt myself to be very genius by reaching the level of a five-star expert at the age of twenty-three. But now ...."
This Zhang Yu is extremely unfair. He took all the good stuff without missing it in the least. Out of nowhere from a handsome face to a monstrous talent. His existence really envy many people.
Not far from Wu Zetian's place, two men looked at the ranking pillar with a tangled face. Seeing that Zhang Yu's name continued to increase, their faces became even more indescribable.
"Jiang Fu, he's not an easy person. How are you gonna deal with it now?" asked Yu Tianze.
Jiang Fu did not take his eyes off the rank pillar. His hands clenched and it appeared that his jaw was also hardened.
Who would have thought that Zhang Yu turned out to have an ability that could not be underestimated. He had only reached the third stage after trying half-dead. But Zhang Yu was now already on the fourth stage.
Is this just luck?
Unfortunately there was no such thing on the dragon stage. Everyone knew, Jiang Fu also knew only those people who had enough strength could make it to the fourth stage.
It will be different for the fifth stage. Because all it takes to reach the fifth stage is talent and determination. Cultivation was indeed influential, but not so great because the coming exams would adjust.
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Go back to Zhang Yu's place. With a bit of coercion and recklessness he finally set one foot on the one hundred and thirty-fiveth step.
Beside him was Guang Zhou who was still so focused. Looking from his facial expression it seemed like he had found no difficulty in the second stage examination.
Suddenly his eyes opened. When he realized there was a person next to him, Guang Zhou fused his eyebrows with a faint frown on his forehead.
But he did not say anything and gradually stepped up the stairs one hundred and thirty-six.
For some time Zhang Yu only looked at Guang Zhou's back which was moving away. He began to pull his left foot to tread on the hundred and thirty-five step ladder.
At the same time his consciousness was drawn back to a place. It's just that this time it's a pusara with a pretty creepy appearance.
"That's weird. Why am I in a place like this?" Zhang Yu circulated his gaze and looked for the second stage examination that he was about to pass.
But other than the appearance of a creepy place with gravestones lined up, there is nothing else to be aware of.
Zhang Yu remained unmoved in place until his attention was fixed on the huge coffin standing within ten meters of its spot.
Not long after the coffin suddenly opened and showed the corpse of someone who only had bones left.
There was a black-colored sword hanging on the left. The sword then emitted a considerable amount of black smoke until the coffin was filled with smoke.
Five seconds, ten seconds ... Smoke was still swirling around the coffin.
"It's impossible!"
He even blinked a few times trying to make sure his eyesight was fine.
Zhang Yu was hard to believe this. But as much as anything blinks, what is in front of the eyes never changes. It was really her. The bones that were splattered inside the coffin now turned into him.
"It's an illusion. So nothing is impossible." Once again that sentence made Zhang Yu better understand the situation. Now he's here just to beat him. But is it that easy?
Just as Zhang Yu was still silent and thinking, the undead who had the same face picked up the sword hanging inside the coffin.
Not just copying faces and looks. That living corpse could also copy the strength of even attack techniques.
Zhang Yu's facial expression became even more solemn looking at the red-colored shadow of the claw with sharp nails floating above his head.
It was the Zhang Clan's murderous sword technique!
Zhang Yu was still trying to get rid of the shock on his face. Right at this moment the undead blasted the attack towards him.
To deal with the attack Zhang Yu issued a similar technique. Once the same two attacks meet, an explosion is inevitable.
Zhang Yu widened his legs holding the sword with both hands. "Not only is the attack the same, but also the strength of the attack is the same."
After a moment of silence, the undead twisted their swords and then shot away. Very similar movements and similar ways of running.
A living corpse can copy everything about it. It's really ridiculous and absurd.
However Zhang Yu did not have time to fuss over this matter right now. They fought sword-to-sword even though the movement and strength were completely balanced. There is no gap that can be exploited. Even as time passed, there was no sign of who would come out victorious.
"What kind of test is this?!" lament Zhang Yu.
Comparing the second stage examination and the first stage examination, the wooden puppets were clearly stronger than the undead. But facing the undead was much more difficult because he seemed to be able to deduce the movements and techniques he would muster
Every time it was willing to attack with another technique, the undead would mimic it even attacking first.
Uh!
Zhang Yu suddenly carved a smile on his lips. No longer speaking, he immediately jumped up with a fist shadow darting from the tip of his sword.
As expected the undead would mimic his attack technique. The attack ended just like the previous attacks. But it's according to plan. After the two gold-colored fist silhouettes were shattered, Zhang Yu attacked with his sword.
Not a regular attack. But the attacks were chaotic and completely rhythmic. Compared to the sword technique, it was more like a careless ledge swing.
But herein lies the privilege. Because of random and unclear movements. The living corpse had difficulty copying his attack movements. The more he moves the more overwhelmed the undead.
One scratch began to be created at the waist of the undead. Zhang Yu's smile grew even more, he never expected that the self-taught sword moves that time learned not to cultivate now would be useful.
Perhaps this is called no futile struggle.
After maintaining his fighting manner for approximately half an hour, a diagonal slash with two hands ended the fight. The undead body split into two. It falls and returns to bone.
The black smoke carried him into the chest and the huge chest gradually vanished into nothing.
The second stage exam is over. Zhang Yu was declared escaped and was able to continue the fight towards the fifth stage. But the problem is not over. There was still a stage three examination that would wait for him at the last rung of the stairs.