The Whispering Wind Sword

10. Chapters 10

I don't know how long they actually stood still, but if asked to both of them, the time that should be the same turned out to be different.

To Wang Chen Jin the time he spent seemed like a thousand years, his nimble-moving brain thought of one attack to the next but neither did he find a way to break through Ding Tao's defensive fortress.

As if silent but in his shadow already 30 moves he launched and every move can be countered by Ding Tao.

Of course it was only in the shadows, the reality was not necessarily that Ding Tao could repel it. But the Ding Tao he had in mind right now was able to repel each of his attacks.

For Ding Tao the time he went through felt much shorter, since facing off not a second did he dare to release his attention from the opponent's state. The habit of meditating, practicing discernment of taste and also accumulating pure air, unconsciously takes over.

His breathing became deep and regular, his five senses sharpening. Time is no longer meaningful, Time can be said to be stopping or not at all.

Slowly the fearsome figure of the opponent, peppered by his own tension, became ever closer to his fairness. When his mind went quietly he began to be able to analyze the standing of himself and Wang Chen Jin reasonably.

The opponent's horses relied on speed and focused on attack, but the opponent did not attack, in this case there was a mismatch, should he do is use that opportunity to counter attack the opponent.

Attempt to force the opponent to move to a disadvantageous position, while simultaneously seeing the opponent's reaction, in an attempt to further recognize the opponent's response to a particular attack.

Or it could be that he deliberately showed weakness in his defense, luring the opponent in the direction he could expect, setting up traps, cutting off the opponent at the right time.

Intrigued by various possibilities, Ding Tao eventually became soluble in exploring various possibilities that would arise.

For how long, in him were like two figures of Ding Tao, one watching every move and ****** the opponent's breath, etc, another was playing with his wishful thinking, like playing chess he was calculating what he could do and how the opponent would react.

In a time that is unclear how long it is, the two young men have competed dozens of moves without moving a bit. The difference was, if Wang Chen Jin was being chased by time, Ding Tao had already forgotten the passage of time.

Once again the difference in the nature of the two and also the basis on which they stood in the face of the fight, also influenced the course of the fight between the two talented youths.

Judging in terms of talent both have a diluted brain in exploring their respective knowledge.

In terms of experience Wang Chen Jin was above Ding Tao, but still balanced also with sharp observation and sensitivity Ding Tao taste that exceeds the average person.

But Wang Chen Jin was trying to obliterate people's lives on the basis of envy, although he could defend himself with various arguments, but deep down inside, he realized that he was on a path that was despised by humans.

Moreover, he had already "borrowed" his father's heirloom sword secretly, pursued by feelings of guilt, time became a second enemy to him.

Instead Ding Tao in his heart had confidence that he stood firm on the foundation of truth. He came because of his desire to protect the Huang family who had instilled a lot of mind in him, especially young lady Huang.

A speck was not bothered to seek personal gain, even though he now realized that it was nothing more than a trap set by Wang Chen Jin cunningly.

That he is now holding a sword and may injure and even kill the opponent, it is not due to his own wishes, but in his obligation to protect the life that his parents have given him.

But there was one factor beyond the ability and steadiness of each of the two young men that helped determine the outcome of the fight.

A sharp sword.

At that moment, between the two of them only Wang Chen Jin was aware of the excess.

In his heart he felt that he had taken the right action by "borrowing" the heirloom sword, it was obvious that his calculation of Ding Tao's abilities was not as precise as he had expected.

If only what he carried was an ordinary sword, Ding Tao's defensive fortress was a fortress that was impenetrable by his own abilities.

The silence of the night suddenly broke, in the dimness of the night illuminated only by the light of stars and crescent moons, a glittering heirloom sword flashed.

For a moment it was not easy to follow the shadow of the two young men, after a while they saw them silently sculpting and then suddenly they moved nimble like dragonflies playing in the meadow.The sound of swords clashing with swords, the sound of iron slicing filled the night, connect by fast attack and stalk.

At the initial few bumps, Ding Tao had already felt one peculiarity, his sensitive feelings realizing something was wrong, something that did not match the calculations in his mind.

As time went on, he also realized, the opponent's sword not only hit his sword, but the opponent's sword had left wounds along his sword blade.

His heart melos, like falling into a deep abyss.How tenacious and hard the sword of the gift of the great LordHuang Jin is no doubt by Ding Tao, no longer, that the steel sword of choice could suffer such severe damage proved that the sword that Wang Chen Jin used was certainly one heirloom sword.

Just a dozen moves, his sword is almost broken in every place, if he continues things sooner or later of course the sword will be useless.

Given that, Ding Tao became much more careful in fending off the opponent's attack, so that every time his sword hit the opponent's sword, he did not hit the sharp sword eye.

Quickly Ding Tao's position turned desperate.

Wang Chen Jin of course did not waste this opportunity, his attacks were increasingly fiercely suppressing Ding Tao.

Learning from Wang Chen Jin's previous experience of not attacking recklessly, although he was already convinced that that the night the victory would be on his side, every attack certainly counted well, he was sure, never forgets him to keep his own defense.

Ding Tao who was trying to find a gap of weakness in Wang Chen Jin's swordplay had difficulty finding it.

Without feeling Ding Tao increasingly pressed closer to the gaping well hole.

The sweat had washed all over his body, mixed with blood that continued to pour from the wound on his chest. His breathing grew more and more disordered, as well as his strength was getting drained. Not only by exertion, but also from the loss of blood that flows rapidly due to exertion and movements performed.

For a moment Ding Tao lost hope, but he hardened his heart and tried to direct his thoughts

fully on the fight, strive to achieve the best without thinking about the end result.

Men may die, but never forget the favor, terngiang2 final message from his father before exhaling the last breath.

When he sensed that his feet had hit the outskirts of the well, Ding Tao gritted his teeth, exerting the best effort he could think of. Inadvertently, his pure air rose and broke through the energy pathways along his body and flowed, slipping into his sword.

Wang Chen Jin who knew that he had already arrived at the last attack did not waste the opportunity, greeted Ding Tao's sword with his sword of the navel, while his left leg moved too to kick Ding Tao's chest.

Ding Tao who had resignedly accepted death, could only think of ending his life with a struggle to the end. Not seeing an opportunity to live any longer, Ding Tao did not attempt to dodge Wang Chen Jin's sword or kick.

When he saw Wang Chen Jin kick towards him, he tried to kick Wang Chen Jin.

Even if it takes dozens of words to describe this last attack, it actually happens in seconds or even fractions of a second.

And there was a series of events that surprised both.

Wang Chen Jin's heirloom sword, managed to slice Ding Tao's sword up to half the width of Ding Tao's sword blade, but Ding Tao's already ingested sword, being able to endure not to break apart Wang Chen Jin's sword slashed.

Even as a result of the impact, Wang Chen Jin's sword was squeezed by Ding Tao's half-slashed sword blade. At that position, Wang Chen Jin's kick had gone into Ding Tao's chest as well.