"Chu Qingyun, I'm surprised you use a sword. Do you know what else the sword is called?"
Chu Qingyun paused. He shook his head, confused about what Deng Zhuxuan was getting at.
Deng Zhuxuan shook his head slowly, his face filled with even more disdain and ridicule.
"Whatever. I'll do you a favor and teach you today."
"The sword is the weapon of a gentleman, hailed as the 'King of a Hundred Arms'."
"In other words, the sword is a weapon for gentlen like myself. As for a mud-caked country bumpkin like you... you should stick to hoes and rakes."
Deng Zhuxuan said with a dismissive wave, his words dripping with sarcasm.
Chu Qingyun's expression turned cold at the mockery.
But for Ye Qi's sake, Chu Qingyun held his tongue, not wanting to stoop to Deng Zhuxuan's level.
"Lord Qingyun would never use a hoe or a rake!"
From the side, the beautiful handmaiden Mo, whom Chu Qingyun had t last ti, walked over and wrinkled her nose at Deng Zhuxuan.
Behind her followed the head of the Martial Artist District, Gao Feng.
A flicker of heat crossed Deng Zhuxuan's eyes as he looked at the pure, adorable Mo. His breathing even grew a little heavier.
In order to show off in front of the two beauties and the Martial Artist Gao Feng, Deng Zhuxuan decided to put Chu Qingyun down again.
"Chu Qingyun, since you use a sword, do you know the basic movents of Sword Technique?"
Deng Zhuxuan asked with a smug grin.
'He couldn't believe a guy from so poor, backwater mountain village would know any of this.'
Sure enough, Chu Qingyun just shook his head, admitting he didn't know.
Chu Qingyun had only practiced by following the manual for the Gale Seven Swords and the Secret Manual Ye Qi had given him. He hadn't had the systematic training from the fundantals like the scions of great families, such as Deng Zhuxuan.
"Well, the fundantal movents of Sword Technique are the thrust, the chop, the lift, the parry, the cloud-wave, the point, the flick, and the intercept. Each one has its own standards and difficulties. Let's start with the Thrusting Sword Technique..."
Deng Zhuxuan prattled on, listing every basic Sword Technique movent until Chu Qingyun and the other three were practically falling asleep.
Chu Qingyun and Ye Qi had no interest in hearing what he had to say.
Mo didn't understand and couldn't be bothered to listen; she was purely there to see Chu Qingyun.
As for Gao Feng, this stuff was like child's play in his eyes. When it ca to swords, the only thing that truly interested him was the Sword Montum Chu Qingyun had comprehended.
After he finished showing off, Deng Zhuxuan, still not satisfied, said, "Chu Qingyun, you know nothing, yet you dare wield a sword?"
"My sword is for killing my enemies."
Chu Qingyun glanced at him and said impatiently.
"Killing your enemies?"
Deng Zhuxuan's eyes filled with smug amusent. He laughed. "I may not be the most talented, but I have so small skill in Sword Technique. Do you dare to have a go with ?"
Hearing this, Gao Feng's eyes lit up, and he perked up.
"Haha, good! It just so happens you both have a five-win streak. How about this? For the next match, I'll put you two up against each other to decide who gets a six-win streak!"
Hearing this, Chu Qingyun and Deng Zhuxuan were both a little surprised, not expecting the other to also have a five-win streak.
"Fine, a match it is! I refuse to believe a country bumpkin from the poor backwoods can beat !"
Deng Zhuxuan said with a cold snort.
Chu Qingyun naturally had no objections either. He had just mastered Dawn Wind and Waning Moon and inscribed the Profound Celestial Divine Pattern on his right arm. His strength had increased greatly, and he had co to get his sixth consecutive win and earn so living expenses anyway.
On the battle stage ahead, the fight between two Level-Six Martial Artists was about to end.
Gao Feng called the referee over, gave a few instructions, and squeezed another match into the schedule.
After the two Level-Six Martial Artists finished their fight and left the stage, the referee walked onto the platform and announced the next match.
"Everyone! The next match will be a showdown between two powerhouses, both with five-win streaks! They will compete to see who achieves a sixth consecutive victory!"
"On one side, we have the young master of Qingshan City's Deng Family, the Level-Eight Martial Artist, Deng Zhuxuan!"
"On the other side, from Chu Family Village, the Level-Seven Martial Artist, Chu Qingyun!"
After his announcent, the referee quickly left, ceding the stage to Chu Qingyun and Deng Zhuxuan.
"Haha, I can't believe we get to see a fight between two five-win-streak champions! This is a rare sight. This trip was worth it."
"A Level-Eight versus a Level-Seven? Young Master Deng will win for sure. He's gotten a seven-win streak before."
"It's not that simple. I saw that Chu Qingyun last ti. He's really strong; he even defeated Zhu Yuanzhi!"
Hearing there was a battle between two five-win-streak fighters, the audience in the stands grew excited and began to heatedly debate the outco.
If the referee had hyped up the atmosphere a bit more and set up a betting pool, he probably could have made a fortune just from the commission.
Unfortunately, the Great Xia Martial Palace was an official institution of the Great Xia nation for selecting and discovering talent; it did not permit such activities and was above them.
In the waiting area, Ye Qi, Mo, and Gao Feng also stared intently at the battle stage, anticipating the clash between the two.
"Gao, can Lord Qingyun beat that annoying guy?"
Mo blinked and asked curiously.
Gao Feng nodded and said, "If he uses that one sword strike, defeating Deng Zhuxuan shouldn't be a problem."
Deng Zhuxuan's strength was about the sa as Zhu Yuanzhi's, whom Chu Qingyun had defeated before.
If Chu Qingyun used his Sword Drawing Technique, he could definitely defeat him with ease.
But the Sword Drawing Technique was Chu Qingyun's ace in the hole. If used too often, opponents would inevitably find its weaknesses and develop counterasures, at which point it would no longer be an ace.
Moreover, having just mastered Dawn Wind and Waning Moon and the Profound Celestial Divine Pattern, Chu Qingyun was confident that he was not inferior to Deng Zhuxuan in any aspect, despite being a level lower!
"You little bumpkin, daring to compete with for won! One punch is all I'll need to finish you!"
On the battle stage, Deng Zhuxuan smashed a fierce punch toward Chu Qingyun. Primordial Power shimred on his fist, and the imnse strength of a Level-Eight Martial Artist sent gusts of wind rushing toward his opponent.
'Perfect timing!'
'Profound Celestial Divine Pattern!'
With a silent roar, a dark golden Divine Pattern lit up on Chu Qingyun's right arm and hand as he fearlessly t Deng Zhuxuan's punch head-on!
'He's actually taking him head-on!'
Everyone was stunned. They hadn't expected that, facing an opponent a full level higher, he wouldn't dodge but would instead choose the most thrilling option: a direct, head-on clash!
In the waiting area, the expressions on Ye Qi, Mo, and Gao Feng's faces changed, and they couldn't help but grow anxious.
The gap between a Level-Seven and a Level-Eight Martial Artist was no joke.
BAM!
A loud crash echoed as their fists t.
Amidst the dispersing shockwaves, both of them staggered backward.
Deng Zhuxuan staggered back five steps, while Chu Qingyun only retreated four.
In a pure contest of strength, Chu Qingyun actually had a slight edge!
'How is this possible!'
'How does this mud-caked peasant have so much power!'
Feeling his numb, trembling right arm, Deng Zhuxuan's eyes filled with shock and disbelief.
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