Jaw-Dropping Son-in-Law

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Ha! This is impossible! There is an unsalvageable grudge between Chu Tianfan and my master, and

he's also an archenemy of Chu Sect. How can the Tang family have any kind of connection with a

demon like him? He must have copied it after he saw how I performed it. Still, no matter how gifted you

are, you can never replicate the essence of the Tang family's Cloud and Mist Sword Technique after

just one glance.

Tang Yun mused as she shook her head.

She was not going to believe that Ye Fan had anything to do with her family for she believed that Ye

Fan was only capable of mimicking her move.

With those thoughts in mind, the surprise she felt disappeared.

Since this is something he just copied, there's no way it's going to be anything powerful. My next strike

will surely counter it.

However, was that really going to happen?

Right as Tang Yun was mulling over the matter, Ye Fan unleashed his second and third strikes.

“How much do you hate this merciless world? Don’t spend the night crying solitarily. The second strike

of Cloud and Mist Sword Technique: Ice Heart!”

A while after, he cried out, “The third strike: Green Dragon!”

Then, it was, “The fourth strike: Memoria!”

Whoosh!

The rays reflecting off the sword enveloped the entire space as the sounds of the swinging sword

echoed in the air.

Those who heard it would momentarily think that they were listening to a couple sharing their sorrows.

Tang Yun was initially calm when she saw Ye Fan performing Ice Heart.

However, by the time he performed the third and the fourth strike, the look on her face was starting to

change.

Once Ye Fan performed the fifth strike, Unicus, Tang Yun lost her cool.

“He... Did he learn the fifth move just by seeing how I perform it once? Is he even human?”

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Tang Yun could barely tamp down the shock she experienced.

She knew how difficult it was to fathom Cloud and Mist Sword Technique.

She had intended to teach the technique to her disciple, Chu Qitian, but even after half a year, Chu

Qitian could not even perform one strike.

Even though he was only mimicking her, she was still surprised that he was capable of remembering

everything up to the fifth move.

Tang Yun could not help but feel relieved.

Thank god Chu Tianfan has never seen Cloud and Mist Sword Technique before, and thank god I

never performed it in front of him. Otherwise, he would certainly become a match for me if he trains in

this technique.

While Tang Yun was still reeling in from the shock, Ye Fan had completed five strikes.

The endless sword energy rushed toward her like waves that threatened to devour her.

Right as Tang Yun thought that Ye Fan was already at his limits by copying her five moves, Ye Fan

lifted his sword into the air again.

“Those who have been through pain will understand the misery of the living. I once have attachments,

and now, I have none. If one wishes to worship god, one must first cleanse their heart. The sixth strike

of Cloud and Mist Sword Technique: Dismemberment.”

Right as those words were out of Ye Fan's mouth, the strike of Dismemberment was unleashed.

However, it was different from Tang Yun's aggressive strike; Ye Fan's strike was woeful and tender.

Indeed, those words meant to describe a person were now used to describe Ye Fan's strike.

“The wind is silent, and my heart is a void. No shadows will exist under the light where my sword

swings. The seventh strike: The Unseen.”

Yet another strike was dealt as Ye Fan unleashed his seventh strike, Unseen.

It was nothing close to aggression, and nor did it seem intimidating.

There were only feelings of yearning and melancholy in his swing.

It was as if Ye Fan was not fighting and was narrating a tragic love story instead.

Every strike he performed was a chapter of the story.

When all the strikes were connected, there revealed a story of the tragic life of two lovers.

Perhaps it was because they were affected by Ye Fan's sword intent, for the people on Mount Yunding

began shedding tears.

In seven mere strikes, the people around had watched the twists and turns of a man's life and his

yearning.

It was not just merely a sword technique, but a technique that was injected with life.

Ye Fan had brought life to Cloud and Mist Sword Technique.

While everyone was dazed by Ye Fan's sword intent, Sword Saint was roaring in fury.

“This is absurd! Stop this nonsense! This is not the way you wield a sword. A sword technique is

merciless, so how can you channel your emotions into it? You're an outcast! You're doing this wrongly!

Chu Tianfan, you were smart your whole life, but at this very moment, you're nothing but a fool! You

were wrong from the moment you began practicing the way of swordsmanship. Nothing but failure

awaits you! Do you understand?”

What Sword Saint was most worried about had happened.

Ye Fan's swordsmanship was full of emotions.

It was wrong for one to imbue one's emotions into one's sword technique in the study of

swordsmanship, for that meant that one would never be able to develop their potential.

It was something that went against the way of the sword.

Therefore, Sword Saint only felt despair even when he saw Ye Fan releasing the seven strikes of Cloud

and Mist Sword Technique.

He was sure that Ye Fan was bound to fail.

In fact, Sword Saint was not the only one who thought that—it was the same for Tang Yun.

“Chu Tianfan, aren't you a dramatic one? A sword is meant to kill, not to tell a tale and gain sympathy

from others. Your swordsmanship is doomed to fail from the start.”

Although she was shaken by how Ye Fan had managed to perform the seven strikes of Cloud and Mist

Sword Technique, that was all she felt.

The result of the battle still would not change.

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To Tang Yun, it did not matter even if Ye Fan learned the technique.

The effect of the same technique would be vastly different when performed by different people.

Both were techniques of seven strikes, but Ye Fan's seventh strike would be as weak as a feather's

flap.

As Tang Yun watched on confidently, the two identical techniques collided in battle.

Tang Yun's strikes were aggressive, and her first strike—Wind Flow—immediately countered three of

Ye Fan's strikes.

At that, Tang Yun sneered.

“I thought my first strike would be able to counter six of your strikes. It seems like your mimicry has

some power in it—I could only counter three of your strikes. Still, this is the end,” Tang Yun commented

with a chuckle.

After the first strike came the second strike, Ice Heart.

The two strikes sliced through Ye Fan's following three strikes like a hot knife through butter.

Six out of Ye Fan's seven strikes were countered by then.

“So he really can't do this.”

The crowd on Mount Yunding sighed and shook their heads in disappointment.

At the same time, Gaius and the others were ready to rush forward and save Ye Fan.

In contrast, Chu Yuan burst out laughing and claimed that it was time for Ye Fan to die.

Sword Saint could not bear to watch the scene any longer. I have said that the right path of

swordsmanship can only be attained by swordsmen who are iron-hearted.

Nevertheless, just as everyone was sure that Ye Fan was going to be defeated, he abruptly lifted his

head to smile at Tang Yun.

“Six of your seven strikes have already been countered. Death is upon you, so why are you still

smiling?” she questioned.

Ye Fan muttered, “I only need one strike to defeat you.”

Whoosh!

Ye Fan's invisible seventh strike came with feelings of yearning and sorrow.

It was like the last strike of despair from a dying swordsman who had cast away his emotions.

Even though it was just one strike, it was one devastating strike.

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