Chapter 331: Sword of Man

Chapter 331: Sword of Man

The name Tripurity was derived from the three purities of ancient Taoism, namely heaven, earth, and man.

Taoist as a hidden class came with a secret cultivation style, True Chi of Three Purities. Tripurity came up with his player ID only because he thought it had a nice ring to it; such was fate, for he received an encounter quest befitting of his name and changed his class to Taoist.

The same could be said for Zephyrwolf. Fate worked in miraculous ways that no one could comprehend.

Tripurity had fallen from his high horse after his battle with Danting, and his battle with Mask marked his enlightenment. Not in a philosophical sense, but rather the key to combat. Becoming a Taoist was the pathway to cultivation. In the way of Tao they placed their beliefs, but it was the way of the sword which they honed.

This thrust embodied all of Tripurity. He circulated True Chi of Three Purities within him, used the Taoist skill Sword of Three Purities, and put everything into motion with his self-found technique of thrusting.

The way of man was to embrace justice and benevolence; such were the ideals of Tao. As the manifestation of all he and Tao stood for, Tripuritys thrust was the Sword of Man.

Musashis feral grin beamed wider at the sight of Tripuritys Sword of Man. His green eyes were almost burning like the ghastly flames of hell. He never expected to encounter such a powerful opponent, such a powerful thrust here on this battlefield.

It was a thrust that deserved his full strength.

Musashi entered a weird stance. With one sword aimed upwards to pierce the heavens and the other pointed towards the depths of hell beneath the ground, he slowly spun his hands. Skyward became downwards and vice versasuch was the cycle of karma.

Niten Ichi-ryu, Avici Naraka!

[Note: Avici Naraka is the lowest level of the hell realm in Buddhism.]

Tripuritys sword dashed forwards smoothly until it finally encountered resistance. The clash of swords reverberated across the area, but Musashis swords were nowhere to be seen while he simply maintained that weird posture.

Everyone, be it players from the East or West, vacated the area, creating a fifty-metre wide no mans land. They felt an instinctive urge to flee, one that reminded them of danger.

Once he realised Drako Yaus true intention, he wasnt going to let the chance slip. He commanded the army with his feather fan. Like floodwater surging through a gap in a dam, the Eastern army charged into the opening Drako Yau had created.

As Musashi had said before the battle, the outcome was set before it even began, with the only difference being how great the victory was. A Pyrrhic victory and a decisive victory were only a word apart, yet what they entailed were heaven and hell.

The Eastern players ravaged the Wests formation after breaking through the initial opening. Those from the West tried to bring down as many enemies as possible, but their attempts were futile.

This was what a truly decisive victory looked like.

Although the Western players were well aware that they had signed up for their deaths as cannon fodder by staying behind, emotions of rage and torment still eroded their minds.

The game had been out for a year, and there was naturally a distinction between new players and veterans. The older generation of the West had experienced the era before Olympus. Back then, factions and forces divided the cities just like in the East. No one was willing to bend to another, for being dominated by others was a shameful display.

But the West was eventually united. It happened over a single battle, a City War to be exact. It was the final stand of players who rejected the authoritative rule of Olympus.

The scene before their eyes reminded them of the last City War back in the daysa single man tore through their lines. One was shrouded in wind and lightning, while the other radiated flashes of chilliness and flames. The two silhouettes gradually overlapped into one.

They lost.

Fong Sai Yuk fought more fervently as the battle went on. Six Solar Palms of Mount Heaven was undoubtedly strong, but so were his Pugilist skills. The key to becoming better in combat wasnt to give up on the weaker skillset, but rather to incorporate both into his unique style.

He knew all Pugilist skills on the back of his hand. However, he felt somewhat distant from the Six Solar Palms of Mount Heaven, perhaps because he had only been practising it not too long ago.

And now, the rare opportunity of fighting a short-range melee fighter of similar strength showed up. He decided to think of it as a sparring session where he practised and tried out new combinations. With that in mind, he felt his comprehension of the newly obtained inheritance deepen.

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