On the training grounds.
"Do you two need any weapons?" Wang Hong’s voice rang out.
"Sword!" Wan Jianyi succinctly replied.
"King, I need a handy long staff!" Xu Sansheng said.
"Catch!" Wang Hong’s voice echoed again.
He raised his hand with a wave.
Buzz!
Accompanied by the sound of a sword humming, a streak of sword light sliced through the air.
Wan Jianyi raised his hand and grabbed, and the sword light, seemingly spiritual, flew into his hand.
As the sword light faded, a shining three-foot-long blade appeared in his hand.
Boom!
Then ca another thunderous roar as if waves were crashing against a rock wall.
A long staff broke through the air, stirring the wind, flying straight towards Xu Sansheng.
Seeing this, Xu Sansheng suddenly leapt up and faced the incoming fine iron staff, reaching out to grab it.
He was promptly brought straight down toward the ground by the power.
Boom—
As his feet landed on the ground of the training field, dust scattered and smoke billowed, enveloping him.
One breath later.
Whoosh—
The sound of howling wind rose, and Xu Sansheng waved the fine iron staff a few tis, sweeping the dust away with the wind.
At this mont, holding the long staff, Xu Sansheng’s aura changed dramatically, his face unchanged but now exuding a heroic air.
"Brother Wan, please instruct !" He said.
"Now that’s more like it!" Wan Jianyi nodded.
As his words fell.
He held the long sword, imdiately raising it in front of himself.
Buzz!!
Suddenly, the sword vibrated, and the sound of its hum intensified.
"Five Sword Qi!" Mingxin’s expression suddenly tightened as he spoke.
The next mont.
Ch-ch—
A faint sound echoed in the void, as Jiang Ning saw countless indistinct sword qi slicing through the air, distorting the view.
Clang!
Clang!!
In an instant, the long staff in Xu Sansheng’s hand whipped up into an impenetrable iron wall.
Every spark that flashed was followed by the sound of tal clashing.
The sound of clashing tal grew louder, like a torrential downpour striking an iron roof, rging into one continuous crash.
The long staff in Xu Sansheng’s hand danced faster, continually sweeping away the sword qi breaking through the air.
Suddenly.
Thud—
A bloom of blood splattered from his body.
"Finished!" Seeing this scene, Jiang Ning knew it would soon be over.
He saw snow-like blossoms erupting from Xu Sansheng’s body.
Arm, chest, arms, legs...
Three breaths later.
Wan Jianyi twirled the long sword in his hand, letting the tip point diagonally towards the ground.
And at this mont, Xu Sansheng’s long staff had been forcefully stabbed into the ground, held in his hand like a cane.
"You’ve lost!" Wan Jianyi said.
"I’ve lost!" Xu Sansheng admitted.
...
On the northern high platform.
"This man is rather too ostentatious." The Eldest Princess remarked.
"Second Sister, Brother Wan is a Sword Cultivator; if the sword lacks sharpness, how can it advance bravely?" Fifth Prince Ji Mingyuan said.
"Who says it can’t?" The Eldest Princess scoffed, "A heavy sword without a sharpened edge; great skill appears artless. Without a heart that embraces all, the height of his path is ultimately limited."
"Second Sister, aren’t you a bit presumptuous? Brother Wan is currently the top of the Heavenly List, reaching such heights at such a young age; who can dare predict his ultimate achievents?" Ji Mingyuan retorted.
"If you won’t dare, I will. What’s there to fear saying it? I’m just a re woman; surely, he won’t quibble with a little lady like , despite being a newly appointed scholar." The Eldest Princess laughed lightly.
...
On the training grounds.
Wang Hong’s voice sounded once more.
"Would the newly appointed scholars holding the number four duel plaque please step forward."
Upon hearing these words, Zhang Ming and Wang Jiadi exchanged a quick glance, then both grinned.
At that mont, both knew they had guessed correctly.
"Please!"
"Please!"
Both spoke in unison, then walked toward the center of the training field.
Monts later.
"King, I need a long spear!" Wang Jiadi said.
"King, I also need a weapon; just give a knife!" Zhang Ming said.
"Alright, catch!" Wang Hong’s voice echoed through the training grounds.
Then he raised his hand, grabbing toward the distance, and a long spear from the weapon rack flew to him.
He grabbed the tail of the spear again, giving it a strong spin, letting it rotate three hundred and sixty degrees before striking the tail with his palm.
Boom—
The long spear broke through the air, creating waves, flying straight toward Wang Jiadi.
Seeing this, Wang Jiadi’s gaze narrowed slightly.
He leapt, landing in front of the incoming spear.
His five fingers spread open, gripping firmly, and he seized the tail of the spear.
Boom!!
He shook with power, the spearhead swayed, shattering the air into fragnts, dispersing all the force.
"Thank you, King, for the spear!" Wang Jiadi shouted.
His voice was resonant, spreading far and wide.
"Good!!" Wang Hong praised.
At this mont, he was holding a saber in his right hand.
He slightly bent his right arm, then pushed forward.
Boom!!
The air in front surged like waves, and the spreading white air waves resembled turbulent waves.
Watching the thunderous, formidable saber charging, Zhang Ming stood motionless, reaching out to virtually grab it.
The saber seed to be drawn by an invisible force, landing directly in his hand.
The ground beneath him only trembled lightly, without any dust rising.
Seeing this, Wang Jiadi’s pupils shrank sharply.
With just one look, he could see Zhang Ming’s mastery of force had reached an unparalleled level.
The technique for converting power was exceptional.
He knew very well the level of force his distant uncle’s movents contained.
To neutralize it, he would need to exert considerable force.
Yet Zhang Ming received the saber in place, directing the force contained within into the ground beneath him, dispersing it instantly.
Making it seem effortlessly simple.
This technique was beyond his comprehension.
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