It must be said that Da Xing the Mad Monk was truly formidable. Each move and stance contained not only vast power but also mighty Buddhist Dharma. Facing the onslaught of the myriad Flying Swords, he showed no fear.
However.
That was all there was to it.
The endless Flying Swords left him unable to take a single step, forcing him to defend with all his might. The slightest lapse in attention would result in a sword piercing him. The problem was that his defense was utterly meaningless and also a tremendous drain on him.
His power was immense, his Buddhist Dharma boundless, but ultimately finite. Once his strength was exhausted, only death awaited him.
Da Xing the Mad Monk understood clearly that if this damned Sword Array had an Array Eye, then that eye was none other than Gu Qingfeng himself.
Therefore.
While fending off the siege of the endless Flying Swords, Da Xing the Mad Monk prepared to break through Gu Qingfeng, the Array Eye.
Unfortunately.
He was trapped deep within the Sword Array, which had him firmly pinned in place. If he remained still, it was fine, but the slightest movement seemed to provoke the array, causing the myriad Flying Swords to besiege him even more ferociously.
After finally managing to take a single step, Da Xing the Mad Monk immediately regretted it. Not only did the Sword Array's might become greater and more terrifying, but the sword light, sword radiance, sword intent, and sword spirits of the myriad Flying Swords also grew even more frenzied.
"Son!
Of!
A!
Bitch!
"
Da Xing the Mad Monk roared in fury, especially as he watched Gu Qingfeng leisurely sipping his Little Tipple not far away. His anger knew no bounds. What was even more infuriating was that Gu Qingfeng deliberately raised a cup of fine wine in provocation, driving Da Xing the Mad Monk absolutely mad.
"Gu!
You!
Won't!
Die!
A!
Good!
Death!"
Da Xing the Mad Monk went berserk, pulling out the Great Compassion and Mercy Fan from his waist and fanning wildly.
This thing was definitely a powerful treasure. The might of a single fan was something even Gu Qingfeng couldn't fully gauge. However, what drove Da Xing the Mad Monk to despair was that after he summoned the Great Compassion and Mercy Fan and fanned like mad, the Flying Swords besieging him in the sky not only didn't decrease but instead multiplied.
The more he fanned, the more Flying Swords appeared.
The more he fanned, the more Da Xing the Mad Monk's mind trembled and his spirit crumbled.
Because he discovered something utterly terrifying: for every Flying Sword he destroyed, twice as many would evolve in its place. The more he destroyed, the more Flying Swords evolved to besiege him.
Having lived for most of his life, this was the first time Da Xing the Mad Monk had encountered such a bizarre and strange phenomenon.
At this moment, he was like a savage lion, while the endless Flying Swords besieging him were like countless ants. Da Xing the Mad Monk thrashed about wildly, clawing, scratching, kicking, and fanning.
Finally!
Da Xing the Mad Monk broke.
Completely broke.
He knew that if this continued, even if he didn't die, he'd be skinned alive.
So.
He prepared to admit defeat.
"Son of a bitch!
I submit!
I really submit!
Gu kid!
No, Gu grandpa, Gu great ancestor, please be magnanimous and spare this humble monk!"
"I submit!
I admit defeat!"
"I'm scared!"
Not far away.
Gu Qingfeng narrowed his eyes, smiling as he looked at Da Xing the Mad Monk. "Da Xing, you old Bald Donkey, why are you always holding back? Hurry up and show me your true, trump-card abilities. Let this lord broaden his horizons and gain some knowledge."
"What true abilities? This is all I've got!"
"If you don't reveal some real skill today, this lord won't let it go."
Gu Qingfeng knew Da Xing the Mad Monk's capabilities were definitely not limited to this. It was just that this old Bald Donkey had always hidden his depths well. This time, Gu Qingfeng genuinely wanted to test the might of the Taixu Sword Path, and secondly, he wanted to take this opportunity to see Da Xing the Mad Monk's true abilities.
"Gu kid, you heartless bastard!
You're trying to kill me!"
"If you don't show some real skill today, then you can die right here."
"I told you, this is all I've got! If you, son of a bitch, don't believe me, then go ahead and kill me today!"
As his words fell, Da Xing the Mad Monk seemed to throw caution to the wind. He put away the Great Compassion and Mercy Fan, the radiance around his body dissipated, and even his damn Unshakable Golden Body vanished. What surprised Gu Qingfeng even more was that the old Bald Donkey actually flopped onto the ground, simply closing his eyes as if waiting for death.
Just as Da Xing the Mad Monk was about to be pierced by ten thousand swords, Gu Qingfeng suddenly snapped his fingers. The myriad Flying Swords in the sky instantly froze.
"Fine!
Worthy of being called Da Xing! You, son of a bitch, really are something!
Got guts!"
Looking at Da Xing the Mad Monk lying on the ground waiting for death, Gu Qingfeng was genuinely impressed.
If Da Xing the Mad Monk had given up resistance and waited for death as a gamble—betting that Gu Qingfeng wouldn't actually kill him—then he had won that bet.
Gu Qingfeng wasn't blind to the trick Da Xing the Mad Monk was playing. Yet, even so, he chose to concede.
Truthfully, he could have gambled too—bet on whether Da Xing the Mad Monk truly dared to go all out. However, such a gamble held little meaning for Gu Qingfeng.
After all, he was just joking around with Da Xing the Mad Monk. There was no need to play things so dangerously.
"Come on!
Didn't you say you were going to kill me today?
Come on!"
Lying on the ground, Da Xing the Mad Monk looked rather disheveled. His hat had fallen off, his face was somewhat pale, and he glared furiously at Gu Qingfeng, shouting provocatively.
"Enough, get up and have a few sips of Little Tipple."
"Cut the crap! Come on!
Kill me!"
Sprawled on the ground, Da Xing the Mad Monk threw a tantrum, truly acting like a ruffian and a scoundrel.
"I said, Da Xing."
Gu Qingfeng laughed. "A little joke is enough, are you going to keep this up forever? Come on, come on, let this lord help you up."
"No!
Today you must kill me!"
"Hey!
You old Bald Donkey, are you playing for real now?"
Gu Qingfeng wiped the smile from his face, staring expressionlessly at Da Xing the Mad Monk, his tone turning unfriendly. "I'll count to three. If you don't get up by then, don't blame me for not giving you face. Since you, old Bald Donkey, are so eager to gamble, let's have a bet. This bet isn't about whether you dare to go all out. It's about whether I dare to kill you."
Da Xing the Mad Monk also retorted defiantly, "Trying to provoke me? You really think I was scared into growing up? Bet it is! You think I'm afraid of you?"
Though his words said this, Da Xing the Mad Monk's heart was pounding. Earlier, he dared to lie on the ground because he was certain Gu Qingfeng wouldn't kill him. But now, seeing Gu Qingfeng's smile gradually fade and his expressionless face, Da Xing the Mad Monk's heart began to flutter with uncertainty.
"One!"
"Two!"
"Three!"
As soon as Gu Qingfeng finished counting to three, Da Xing the Mad Monk scrambled up from the ground. "Forget it. I'm an old man. I won't stoop to your level, you little brat."
"Hahahaha!"
Gu Qingfeng suddenly burst into loud laughter. "Da Xing, oh Da Xing, I was starting to admire you, you old Bald Donkey. I never thought you, son of a bitch, would be such a coward!"
Da Xing the Mad Monk flushed red, feeling extremely awkward and utterly humiliated. He wanted to retort angrily, but the words died on his lips. He realized he had taken the wrong approach from the very beginning. Who the hell gambles with their own life on whether someone else dares to make a move? That was just too stupid. Besides, if it were anyone else, Da Xing the Mad Monk might have dared to gamble. But facing the unpredictable Gu Qingfeng, he had no confidence in his heart and couldn't get a read on Gu Qingfeng's temperament at all.