Having fought to this point, the assassins that were clad in black could already count the handful of Yun Yang's remarkable saber styles. There was a total of six styles, no matter how times they were repeated. Yet, these six styles were well equipped with attacking and defending characteristics, which rendered the killers unable to penetrate them.
They could only attack with brute force and attempt to dismantle the techniques in an unsophisticated manner. Every time they tried, one or two people would be slightly injured.
Although Yun Yang was in a precarious state as the battle persisted, the killers suffered as much as their opponent - the one to have experienced the worst of the attacks was already suffering from more than a hundred and thirty slashes on his body!
They were only external injuries, wounds that were only skin deep without touching the muscle… but they were really painful!
The surface area of a person's body was not small, but once it had been peppered with more than a hundred and thirty wounds, one would feel the creeping fear just thinking about it. It was similar to torture!
The eleven men, including the one whose arm had been severed by Yun Yang the moment he charged, glared at Yun Yang in a hostile manner. All of them were thinking, 'Why the f*ck haven't you collapsed yet! Why the f*ck are you still standing?'
They did not know nor could they have imagined that not only would Yun Yang not collapse, he would bring them a huge surprise. In fact, Yun Yang had been mustering his strength for a counterattack - it was about time now.
The Endless Divine Art cycled through Yun Yang's meridians like gushing rivers. If he had continued attacking aggressively like he had in the beginning and expended his mystical Qi without holding back, perhaps he would not have been able to last until now; perhaps he could have broken the siege and fled.
When the battle had progressed to a certain point, however, when everyone was pushing themselves on, Yun Yang realized with some shock that he seemed to have a chance to turn the tables! As long as he insisted on creating minor wounds on these assassins, the effect would show as time went on.
In the case of attack and defense, the attacking side would always deplete more energy in addition to being constantly wounded - although, they looked like they had given it their all, it looked like they were bickering among themselves as well.
Yet, Yun Yang, who was in the battle, could clearly notice that the intensity of his opponent's attack had weakened compared to when they had not been injured.
Whenever anyone carried wounds on them, they would subconsciously avoid stimulating the wound. This was but a human instinct that even the person involved would not notice, nor would a third party.
It was this instinct that became Yun Yang's life-saving straw - the turning point of this battle!
Yun Yang's depletion of energy was massive but his injuries were negligible. The Saber Truth: Divine Edge was the singular saber truth in this world!
As the enemy's attacking intensity began to falter, Yun Yang's Endless Divine Art naturally performed far beyond the range of one's imagination. It replenished his Qi constantly while recharging him swiftly.
Therefore, after Yun Yang persevered through most of the earlier fight, he gradually grew increasingly relaxed, at ease, even. He had intentionally put up an exhausted front like he would crumble any time to mislead his opponent. In other words, no matter how drenched in perspiration and how much Yun Yang staggered, it was only a façade!
The boon of doing so was naturally to make the killers think that as long as they pushed harder, their target would succumb to it! As they pushed and labored, and toiled some more… Yun Yang appeared to be on the brink of fatigue!
No matter how weary he was, he was still not collapsing!
Looking at the situation, it was, of course, like a freak show, but upon understanding it, life was a theater and all the men and women were merely players. There was nothing significantly complex about it.
As time went on, Yun Yang grew confident that he would retaliate in a storm and escape with Shangguan Lingxiu. Even with observant experts by the sidelines who were ready to pounce, Yun Yang was no longer afraid.
Yun Yang, who had already turned the scenario to his advantage and controlled the battle, thought of something else instead. He did not want to leave now.
He had spent so much effort to wear down the enemy's men that it would be futile if he left, especially when the cavalry would come anytime now, no matter who it was. It was fine if it was Lao Mei, Marquis Yun, the four young masters and their entourage, or even the Concourse of the Underworld…
Once they came and he worked with them to retaliate, they could definitely seize most of these people here! Furthermore, Yun Yang would love to take this opportunity and see if the Four Seasons Tower had any other forces and if there were more experts who would intervene. This could save him so much effort and time to filter them one by one…
Another reason that supported Yun Yang's insane plan was the magical prediction that Yun Yang had just grasped just now. If he could not experiment with it during practical battles, it would be difficult for him to call it his own. He remembered clearly that the handful of experts had such an ability too when he watched Ling Xiaozui and the group fight; their grasp of the projection ability was also much more thorough than his own.
How could he let go of rare opportunities to gain insight through life-or-death battles like these?
Moreover, Yun Yang had the time to ponder with his critical thinking, that such enlightenment would have arrived much later if Emmie and his deific consciousness were still here.
The battle escalated. At the same time that Yun Yang's Endless Divine Art worked in full force, the mystical medicinal strength that was stored deep within his meridians, flesh, and blood was slowly being driven out, allowing Yun Yang's recovery to speed up even more.
The mystical medicinal strength that had been long stored within him melted drop by drop at a revoltingly slow speed but when it was dissolved within Yun Yang, it produced an enormous force that was not unlike a tsunami that surged into Yun Yang's meridians.
Feeling the change in himself, Yun Yang was even more reluctant to leave. How could there be a more suitable atmosphere to advance himself than a life-or-death battle?
Break free of the siege now? That would be a reckless waste of God's gift, a scrap of opportunity, a fool's act!
'I look like I'm struggling in this critical juncture of life and death, but in truth… do you know that I'm slowly becoming stronger?'
'The power within me is slowly growing!'
Yun Yang could feel it as clear as day - the surge of colossal power within him. It was like a glowing sword that had been made from the world's toughest metal; only when it was struck by an unparalleled force would it slowly show its dazzling brilliance!
At this point in time, the frequency of attacks would only break the coating of rust that was growing on the sword. There was still a long, long way to go until the treasured sword truly took its shape and radiated its chilling radiance.
How could the battle stop now?
Yun Yang even hoped that the few people who were watching the battle join in quickly. Let the storm pound even more forcefully!
'I need all of you to come at me! Brothers, quickly!'
'Harder!'
'Push harder!'