101: Chapter 97: The Sword is Three Feet Long, the Sword Light is 7 Inches!_1 101: Chapter 97: The Sword is Three Feet Long, the Sword Light is 7 Inches!_1 Zhen Wudi stirred up Jiang Wang’s competitive spirit, but he resolved not to return to the Taixu Illusion Realm for abuse until he was quite certain.
After all, Zhen Wudi wasn’t even in the top hundred of the Circulation Realm in the Taixu Illusion Realm.
And considering his “relentless pursuit” after winning a match against Jiang Wang, it’s feared that he seldom encounters such an easy fight…
This speculation didn’t make Jiang Wang despair, instead, it spurred him to greater determination.
What does being the champion among sa boundary cultivators in Fenglin City count for?
Having experienced the grand battle outside the True Observation closely, Jiang Wang certainly wouldn’t have such a narrow vision.
Gongyang Bai and Mo Jingyu leveraged terrain to slay their enemies, Zuo Guanglie’s bravery was unmatched, and Li Yi beheaded with a single sword stroke.
The entire Zhuang Country could only watch helplessly, partly intimidated by the power behind these individuals, and also because they were truly too strong!
So strong that if Zhuang Country wanted to deal with them, it would almost be equivalent to initiating a war.
And looking at the whole world, how many could start a war with Qin and Chu?
Setting aside the issue of establishing the Small Heavenly Cycle, even within the Circulation Realm, let alone with the resources he himself possessed, he was far from perfect.
The Four Spirits Body Refinent Decision had only completed the Azure Dragon section, with the convergence of the Four Spirits far from reach.
His use of Dao Technique was even more superficial; he hadn’t innovated any technique in a transformative way, let alone elevated them to a new level.
Speaking of the Purple Qi Eastward swordsmanship, had he truly perfected it?
Within the Youmai Boundary, in the range of his vision alone, there was already a vast space for improvent.
Failure is not to be feared; what’s alarming is the inability to face failure correctly.
…
To deal with Zhen Wudi, he first needed to familiarize himself with his endless combinations of Dao Techniques.
Although the teachers at the Dao Academy always emphasized that it is better to be proficient than broad, Jiang Wang also regarded this as golden advice.
However, if there really were such a talent who could develop comprehensively, the actual combat power would be extrely terrifying.
And such type of cultivator, one cos to mind for Jiang Wang: Wei Yan’s deputy general, Zhao Lang.
Jiang Anan was still at the Mingde Hall, so Jiang Wang decided to take Tang Dun to see the world at the City Guard Army’s station.
For Tang Dun, the chance to closely observe Jiang Wang’s combat was, of course, an opportunity not to be missed.
The City Guard Army’s station was located in the southern suburbs, which, compared to Fenglin City, was a bit closer to Fengxi Town.
The Jiang Family’s properties had gradually been returned recently, and Jiang Wang had no interest in managing them.
He donated them all to the town in Jiang Anan’s na.
Each year, the profits from the dical herb shops would be taken out to help the impoverished children of Fengxi Town with their education.
He didn’t need to worry about anyone pocketing the money for themselves in the town; having successfully reclaid the properties from the Looking River City Lin Family, he wouldn’t let himself be shad in Fengxi Town.
The reason why he did this in Jiang Anan’s na was that, while he didn’t have much faith in the concepts of good and evil or karma, he hoped such actions would bring blessings to Anan if they did exist.
On the way, Jiang Wang casually said, “I initially went to Tang She Town with senior brother Zhang Linchuan.
Why didn’t you think of asking for his help?
He’s much stronger than .”
Tang Dun honestly replied, “Although senior brother Zhang is very polite, he’s not approachable.”
After saying this, he quickly waved his hands, “I’m not badmouthing him, it’s just, just a feeling.”
He no longer added ‘I’ repetitively, but his simple and honest nature remained unchanged.
Jiang Wang didn’t mind, “Senior brother Zhang is inherently proud.”
As they talked, the two arrived outside the City Guard Army camp.
After being announced by the soldiers at the gate, Zhao Lang arrived shortly.
“Younger brother Jiang, what brings you here?”
They had interacted during the battle at Xiaolin Town, and since Du Yehu had joined the Jiujiang Xuanjia and Jiang Wang had also risen to fa, Zhao Lang was very courteous.
Of course, since they were not well acquainted, there wasn’t much intimacy.
“Brother Zhao, here’s the thing,” Jiang Wang explained.
“I’ve hit a bottleneck in my cultivation and have been thinking about how to deal with opponents skilled in various Dao Techniques.
I can’t seem to find much of a clue, so it occurred to to try it out in real combat.
Among the people I know, you, Brother Zhao, are the only one with such a rich array of Dao Techniques.”
“So you’re seeking a sparring partner!” Military n are typically straightforward.
Without any pretense, Zhao Lang led the way to the training field in the camp, “I happen to be quite curious about younger brother Jiang’s swordsmanship too.”
As it is common for military n to be combat-ready, the news that their deputy general Zhao was going to spar with a disciple from the Dao Academy caused a stir throughout the camp.
By the ti they reached the training ground, the soldiers had already surrounded the place three layers deep both inside and out.
Tang Dun was very nervous and whispered to Jiang Wang, “If he loses, they won’t gang up on us, will they?”
Jiang Wang rolled his eyes.
Tang Dun had too much faith in him.
As the Deputy General of the City Guard Army, Zhao Lang was at least a Grade-8 Complete Cycle Realm Cultivator, maybe even a Grade-7 Tongtian Environnt Mighty One.
Moreover, with his military background and experience in nurous battles, he was by no ans comparable to so monastery disciples who only knew how to cultivate behind closed doors.
Stepping onto the training ground, Jiang Wang forced a smile and said, “Big Brother Zhao, just give a few pointers.
Do we really need this many people to watch?”
Zhao Lang laughed heartily, “No problem.
It’s a good chance to let these fellows learn from a distinguished disciple of the monastery, lest they beco too overconfident!”
Looking rough and tough, Zhao Lang was no good guy.
Jiang Wang had wondered how he could be so agreeable, only to realize he was being used as a target.
It served to rally his soldiers’ fighting spirit and to provide a live demonstration.
“Yeah!
Let us learn a thing or two!”
The soldiers outside the arena shouted and hollered.
“Show our brothers the prowess of a monastery disciple!”
So were more cheeky, “Defeat Zhao Lang!
Knock him off his feet!”
The monasteries, Military Division, and Procuratorate were the three places with the highest concentration of cultivators, and there was so rivalry between them.
The monasteries primarily focused on cultivating cultivators, they were the hardest to get into, and they had the most resources.
Monastery disciples could easily join the Military Division or Procuratorate, whereas cultivators from those two places found it relatively difficult to return to the monasteries to study.
These tough soldiers, seeing Jiang Wang join their ranks, naturally looked forward to seeing him make a fool of himself.
Seeing the situation, Jiang Wang knew there was no escaping.
At worst, he would be mocked, with no real harm done.
It was much better than wasting his efforts in the Taixu Illusion Realm for nothing.
“Then please, Big Brother Zhao!”
Unsheathing his sword, Jiang Wang’s deanor already changed drastically.
If, before drawing his sword, Jiang Wang had seed easygoing and gentle, like a lamb waiting for slaughter in the eyes of the watching soldiers,
then after drawing his sword, he had beco a ferocious tiger, hungry for its prey!
The sword was three feet long, its gleam spanned seven inches!
A one-inch gleam was the limit for ordinary martial artists, anything beyond that was transcendent.
A seven-inch gleam of the sword was like a streak of silk.
Those who knew their stuff took one look and sensed the danger.
Zhao Lang causally threw out two water spikes and shifted his position, as a vine snake rose before him.
The sword’s gleam slanted in, splitting the water spikes.
But Jiang Wang’s body was already ahead of the sword, he pulled the blade back with a reverse grip, cutting through the vine snake.
He turned to avoid a Fla Bullet and was about to rush forward, when he suddenly checked his motion and leaped upward.
A stone wall appeared on the spot.
Zhao Lang’s Complete Cycle Realm Instantaneous Dao Art was the stone wall technique—though not very sophisticated, he used it extrely cleverly.
He constructed a stone wall centered around Jiang Wang, turning a purely defensive Dao Technique into one used to trap and harm the enemy.
Jiang Wang moved quickly, whistling through the air as he descended.
Another stone wall erged diagonally in front of him, blocking his path.
With a combination of his sword and body, Jiang Wang brutally shattered the stone wall.
Nevertheless, Zhao Lang had already moved to one side, and a stone wall sprung out, once more blocking the way between him and Jiang Wang.
Jiang Wang simply let go of the Dao Technique he had been gathering halfway and continued moving along with his sword.
The sword’s gleam sliced through the stone wall, and with a kick, the wall crashed to the ground.
But Zhao Lang’s figure had disappeared.
Behind the stone wall, was another stone wall.
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