Volume 1: Wild Beasts, Changes Begin Chapter 33: Jedi Duel
Cliffs are indeed extremely dangerous, but it is unlikely that they can be as smooth as a mirror.
There are always cracks and uneven places in the structure of rocks. Even if they are covered with moss, ordinary people cannot use them as leverage. But for Fan Changan, who has mastered the Nine Yin Divine Claws and can easily pierce the stone with his five fingers, it is not a difficult task.
As he was falling towards the cliff, he immediately stretched out his hands and dug his ten fingers deep into the rock to stop his fall.
At the same time, following the direction of the kick and the direction of force, Fan Changan deduced Fang Yunhan's current position, and his legs under the brocade clothes also suddenly struck out.
The movements of his legs were very peculiar. Both of his legs seemed to be long flexible whips, which were stretched to the extreme before lashing out. In Fang Yunhan's eyes, it was as if two pythons were coming from the side, sweeping away the clouds and mist and pouncing at him.
At this time, Fang Yunhan inserted his hands into the rocks behind him, with his back against the cliff, facing the outside of the cliff. His eyes could see through the clouds and mist and saw everything clearly. He kicked out with both legs one after another to intercept Fan Changan's whip kick.
The four legs were like spears and iron whips, colliding and intercepting in mid-air, bending and straightening to compete with each other. The sound of the collision was transmitted from the top of the cliff, as if several iron hammers covered with cowhide were hitting each other.
After a few moves, Fang Yunhan released one of his hands that was holding the rock and punched to the side.
Fan Changan quickly rotated his claws, crawling like a monkey, and moved to the side for a distance. His fist hit the place where he was just now, and a shallow pit cracked on the rock.
The two men chased and fought on the cliff, sometimes moving sideways, sometimes flipping their bodies down or up. Soon the vertical height from the edge of the cliff was more than ten meters, and it was nearly twenty meters away from where they first fell.
This kind of battle lasted less than half a quarter of an hour, and Fan Changan found that his movements in climbing the mountain wall were far less flexible and varied than those of his opponent, and he could only be in a passive defensive posture.
Rock climbing is a sport that requires not only physical strength, but also wisdom and experience. When climbing on a cliff, you must accurately judge the distance between each foothold and the gap, and design a mature route before you can implement it. You also need to have enough vision to judge whether the gap can bear the weight of your body.
Fang Yunhan chose the cliff as the battlefield because he had experience in this area, but Fan Changan did not.
So even though Fan Changan's hands could directly pierce into the rock, it would not be as convenient as the other party inserting his hands into the existing gap.
Sometimes, Fan Changan would have to stop attacking and quickly change position because the rock where his claws were landing showed signs of loosening.
In fact, because of this kind of thing, Fan Changan's blocking moves had been broken twice, and the outer side of his left thigh and right elbow were both stabbed by Fang Jihan's toes.
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Fan Changan accidentally hit a rock that was about to fall off. This time, he did not change his position quickly. Instead, he risked the rock from completely collapsing and pulled it down with all his strength. He moved his whole body diagonally more than three meters and used both claws to stabilize his body again.
The brocade robe of the Sun and Moon Sect leader had been torn to pieces by the scratches of the rocks during the battle on the cliff. When he lifted his feet into the air and touched the rocks, he actually shattered his boots and socks, exposing his bare feet.
The internal force of the Nine Yin Scriptures circulates in the eight extraordinary meridians and cannot be wielded by just the hands. At this time, Fan Changan placed his bare feet on the rocks of the mountain wall. His ten toes, like copper hooks and iron chisels, sank deeply into the rocks and held onto the mountain wall.
At this time, Fang Yunhan was on the cliff, rotating his arms and chasing over here. Suddenly, he saw the crouching figure in the mist and straightened his back.
Fan Changan loosened his hands, stepped on the cliff, faced the deep valley, and stood up straight with his back to the sky!
The saying "as if standing on the edge of an abyss or treading on thin ice" describes a state of nervousness and extreme fear and caution. What's more, this is a real cliff covered with moss.
Fang Yunhan was extremely bold by choosing to fight here. Fan Changan actually dared to stand up here, standing upright only by the contact surface of his ten toes. He was extremely daring.
At this moment, he was perpendicular to the cliff and parallel to the ground, as if he ignored the gravity of the earth. His eyes were fixed on the unfathomable sea of fog below the cliff. Goose bumps appeared on his back, but he suppressed them with his internal force. He said calmly: "Fang Yunhan, do you know that there are three things I am proud of in my life?"
Fang Yunhan stopped climbing towards him and said quietly: "I'd like to hear more details."
Fan Changan said: "The first thing is that I met my wife, a beautiful woman, a match made in heaven, I am really happy. The second thing is that I traveled around and convinced the heroes from all over the place, and I was able to get them to gather under my command to plan great things, which was really gratifying. The third thing is that I saw the Nine Yin Manual when I was fifteen years old, and practiced it for more than ten years to achieve perfection. Since I entered the martial arts world, no one has been able to resist me."
"But you showed up. You are not even twenty years old, but you killed my Dharma King and my right-hand man. Your martial arts skills are the best in the world, and your internal strength is even slightly better than mine. I am really jealous of you."
Although he expressed jealousy, Fan Changan's voice remained calm.
Fang Yunhan said: "Actually, I'm just lucky."
"What about luck? I was able to meet my wife and obtain the Nine Yin Manual. Isn't that luckier than thousands of people? Even if your martial arts skills are from heaven, the courage you showed in the battle with me, and the heroic spirit you displayed on the way out of Yueyang City, were they also picked up on the road?" Fan Changan sneered, "Or are you afraid of my jealousy?"
"I'm just telling the truth." Fang Yunhan also slammed his feet on the rock, his boots cracked, and he dug his toes into the ground and stood up on the cliff as well.
As he stood up, the area of his body that was blown by the wind from the cliff suddenly increased , and the moisture from the clouds seemed to be even more penetrating, it was a feeling he had never felt before.
Fang Yunhan glanced at the unfathomable bottom of the valley from the corner of his eye, and exhaled with slightly trembling lips. After he exhaled in one breath, there was no longer any trembling in his limbs or facial features.
"As for your jealousy... the jealousy of a dead person is nothing."
"Hahahaha, it seems that I have been talking too much nonsense." Fan Changan laughed loudly, "After you die, I will use white jade as a tombstone and carve your name with my own blood."
He pointed at Fang Yunhan and said, " It's not to commemorate you, but to commemorate the two proud things in the past, which have returned to me."
“It’s still nonsense!”
On the cliff, two figures standing tall like pine trees took steps and ran at the same time. Although this way of moving was dangerous enough to scare a timid person to death, it was undeniable that, at least in a short period of time, their flexibility and agility were ten or a hundred times better than the previous climb.
The two of them took a deep breath and galloped along the cliff.
He rolled over and stretched out his claws, his muscles and bones shaking, his clothes tattered, like the White Tiger, the Western God of Autumn, who wields the virtue of gold and is full of murderous aura, hissing and riding on the clouds, ready to bring down a fatal blow.
A man with a majestic aura, inner strength like fire, two golden lights in his eyes that never go out, clouds and mist rolling on both sides of his body, stretching out behind him, like two huge wings, ready to take lives from mid-air.
The two figures collided on the cliff, and it was impossible to tell how many moves were made and how many injuries were suffered during the encounter.
Eventually, that breath of true energy will be exhausted, and the body will fall in the clouds.
Blood was spilled in the white mist, and the broken rocks from the cliffs rolled down continuously. When the sound reached the bottom of the valley, it was like a huge avalanche.
