What on earth... why suddenly ask for a lesson?
You’re a professor from Heaven’s Comncent Institute. Isn’t it unusual to master Sword Intent? Is that why you’re reacting so strongly to a little questioning?
More importantly, doesn’t the person you’re asking for advice from seem a bit off? Clearly, it’s not Director Li who’s questioning you, right?
Or do you feel the need to challenge the strongest present to prove yourself?
The ever-changing situation finally made the audience who were listening intently unable to remain calm.
The full screen of question marks perfectly displayed the human nature of being drawn to spectacle.
Realizing a duel might unfold, the onlookers quickly abandoned their feigned actions and gathered unmistakably yet resolutely.
"Huh?"
As the person involved, Li Weixuan’s reaction to this unexpected disaster was quick, expressing his feelings with a single exclamation.
"That’s right, I believe no one here is more qualified than you to prove Fu Qian’s talent in Sword Dao."
With calm eyes and a firm tone, Fu Qian indicated he did not mishear, yet as he spoke, he looked at Chang Mo beside him.
What...
The latter had clearly lost both the ability to speak and control his expressions, frozen on the spot.
"Professor Fu..."
It wasn’t just her; Jian Jingzheng, who had just been forced to prove Fu Qian’s mastery of the True aning of the Sword Path, also struggled to muster rely a title from his throat, unsure how to continue.
"What? Do you also wish to participate?"
Fu Qian simply glanced at him in response.
"No problem, it’s just fine to learn everyone’s masterstrokes this way."
...
Among those closest by, the lowest-ranking Ji Liushuang was nearly the calst.
Originally sowhat tired and guilty-faced, her eyes now sparkled with curiosity.
She couldn’t believe Fu Qian cared about what others said. Professor Chang’s concern was evidently taken advantage of.
"Haha... all right."
This emotion was so pronounced that Li Weixuan easily caught it.
The next instant, he laughed exuberantly again, casually helping Jian Jingzheng out of the situation.
"I’ve always had confidence in Professor Fu. With this rare interest, shall I arrange a venue now?"
If this was a real duel... why is even the director unreliable today?
This remark, too, imdiately aroused the audience’s puzzlent and anticipation.
No matter what, such an opportunity to observe must be exceedingly rare—
"No need, here’s fine."
Unexpectedly, despite being a demigod, the challenger’s easygoing nature was truly excessive, directly indicating there’s no need for such trouble.
Oh?
"All right, please."
Li Weixuan was initially a bit surprised, but he quickly admired the easygoing nature and agreed readily after just a brief pause.
The onlookers, on the other hand, were completely unprepared for such efficient progress and spaced out for a mont before hastily scattering to create space.
...
Layered terraces, flying eaves and pavilions.
Unlike other places in the Academy, though this casually chosen sparring spot was rely a small spot in front of the White Rock Plateau, it still exuded vitality.
Especially after the two Academy high-ups distanced themselves and faced off.
A rightful figurehead of the Swordsmanship Departnt, Li Weixuan held his long sword, standing in grand and stately silence. When he slightly nodded to signal the start, no one rembered how spontaneous this exchange began.
While most weren’t willing to admit it, the opponent standing opposite, with just a glance, held montum that didn’t fall behind at all.
Though unard, standing with hands behind, showing no concrete Sword Dao stance, there was an ethereal spirited aura present without even a breeze brushing against his clothes.
In just a few breaths, anticipation for this unexpected battle soared infinitely.
The sole problem being, several more breaths passed, yet this pinnacle fight still hadn’t started.
The demigod from Heaven’s Comncent Institute looked free from eagerness despite advocating for his own cause.
As long as one had cultivation insight, it was evident that while standing still, his montum continued to climb.
It was unimaginable what a strike at its zenith would look, how terrifying it would be.
In re monts, more than one began to believe Jian Jingzheng’s accounts.
However, on the other side, Li Weixuan, exhibiting the utmost deanor of a Swordsmanship Departnt leader, showed no intention to preemptively attack, truly appearing to prove the opponent’s Sword Dao.
...
"Watch closely, I will only make one sword strike."
Eventually, the demigod on the other side finally spoke at a certain mont.
Although his stance didn’t change, it didn’t prevent Li Weixuan from holding his breath, adjusting his state to the limit.
"I have witnessed many indescribableness, yet none ashad of my minuscule self."
Amidst this highest alert, the tone carried no emotion as the opponent slowly reached out with his right hand, as if grasping an invisible blade from the void.
What’s shocking is that as this motion unfolded, indeed, an invisible blade manifested out of thin air.
Delicately thin silver lines erged in his hand, sketching the shape of a long sword.
Yet, this wasn’t the most astounding aspect.
Even with his full attention seized, Li Weixuan noticed with the corner of his eye that following this action, the audience originally still gathering had entirely vanished.
Not reality.
He instantly made a judgnt.
Clearly, the person opposite was unbothered by him realizing this point, making no concealnt.
The crucial question being, what’s the purpose of doing so—
"Don’t let your mind wander."
Another reminder interrupted the budding distractions.
And just as Li Weixuan positively responded, the Etched Blade in the opponent’s hand was swung without delay.
Soundless and lightless, yet at that mont, all concepts like distance and self seed lost.
Indubitably, this was far beyond anything ever showcased before, sothing more astonishing.
Thankfully, under Fu Qian’s reminder, the talented Sword Dao practitioner discarded futile amaze, focusing his mind solely on that incoming strike.
Evading was aningless.
This innate understanding required no thought, allowing him to unhesitatingly swing his long sword in response, regardless if counterattacks bore aning.
As expected, unstoppable; the next mont, Li Weixuan’s actions froze there.
No need to look down, he knew the sweeping sword slashed through his entire body, through the Rock Plateau beneath, even further into the distance, splitting ancient structures in two.
All this happened silently, and under this inconceivable sword, everything began collapsing from where it cleaved forth.
The most restoration achievable, youthful ripple transcending itself from your family’s elder.
At that mont, Fu Qian’s sword was long gone, standing again with arms behind, as if having done a trivial task.
The realization level depends on you.
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