The Supreme Martial Expert of the Female CEO Chapter 1997 - 1994: Sword Madman

The third match was about to begin. The two sides about to duel were Xin Huxiao of the Xin Family and the Sword Madman, Jian Qingchen.

Xin Huxiao was one of the top experts of the Xin Family. It was said that he had fed on tiger at and tiger blood since childhood, carrying the aura of a Tiger King on him. Back in the day, he had once fought three experts of the sa Realm head-on and ended up tearing all three to pieces, making his na in a single battle.

After his rise to fa, Xin Huxiao had always played the role of a Hunter in the Xin Family, mainly taking care of the Xin Family’s enemies in the shadows. This ti, Xin Tian brought Xin Huxiao into the open, clearly declaring that he was determined to take the championship!

Above the spectator stands, Xin Tian’s figure appeared. Though he was very confident in Xin Huxiao, he also understood that anyone who had made it this far was no weakling. More importantly, he wanted to find Ling Feng among the crowd, because he had a feeling Ling Feng had definitely arrived, just hadn’t shown himself yet.

"Head of Xin Family, are you saying you don’t trust Xin Huxiao?" At this mont, the voice of the Storm Sect’s Sect Master ca from behind Xin Tian.

Xin Tian smiled and said, "How could that be? Among these people, I’m afraid only your Storm Sect’s Nan Yidao can make feel any concern. The others aren’t worth fearing!"

"You can’t put it that way. Our Nan Yidao may be powerful, but he’s still not a match for Xin Huxiao!" The Storm Sect’s Sect Master said with narrowed, smiling eyes. "I heard that Xin Huxiao once cultivated an extrely formidable Cultivation Technique. I wonder if we’ll have the chance to see it today!"

"I wonder where Sect Master of Storm Sect heard that rumor?" Xin Tian smiled and said, "Xin Huxiao rely has a body full of Brute Force, that’s all. However... Sect Master of Storm Sect, do you think this Sword Madman Jian Qingchen might be a man of Heaven’s Gate?"

The Sect Master of Storm Sect shook his head and said, "That I can’t be sure of. Jian Qingchen made his na a long ti ago, but I’ve always heard he’s a Carefree Hermit, an individual cultivator who serves no power. Our Storm Sect once tried to win him over but was rejected! I don’t think Heaven’s Gate is quite capable enough yet to rope him in, right?"

Xin Tian nodded slightly. He had also heard of the na Sword Madman. Jian Qingchen was said to be a successor of Sword Valley. Back then, a Super Sect had tried to occupy Sword Valley, but was stopped by the successors of Sword Valley. That sect flew into a rage and almost slaughtered all the Sword Valley successors. Only the then barely twenty-year-old Jian Qingchen escaped!

A thousand years later, Jian Qingchen’s Sword Dao reached great completion. With just one man and one sword, he annihilated an entire sect, blood-washing that Super Sect which had destroyed the Sword Valley successors, leaving not even chickens or dogs alive!

After wiping out that sect, Jian Qingchen swept his sword across Sword Valley and completely razed it to the ground. From then on, he called himself the Sword Madman and road the world as a carefree wanderer.

When Ling Feng heard of the Sword Madman Jian Qingchen’s deeds, he couldn’t help but feel a trace of yearning in his heart. A life of bold vengeance and straightforward grudges was exactly what Ling Feng longed for. He was just a bit curious: judging by the Sword Madman Jian Qingchen’s temperant, he had no reason to join this bustle. Could it be that he too had set his sights on the Painter’s legacy?

"Jian Qingchen?" With a boom, Xin Huxiao was the first to charge in, landing heavily on the Practice Field. He licked his lips and said, "They say no one can see your sword, because everyone who sees you draw dies! Today I want to see just how much of a ’madman’ you, the Sword Madman, really are!"

Jian Qingchen drifted down as lightly as a wisp of willow fluff. He held his sword in his arms, a long lock of hair falling over his face. After hearing Xin Huxiao’s words, his expression remained as calm as ever. He rely cast a faint glance at Xin Huxiao!

Seeing Jian Qingchen ignore him, Xin Huxiao felt he’d put on a show for nothing. He snorted coldly. "What the hell are you? Today I’ll snap your broken sword in half and see how arrogant you can still be!"

The two stepped onto the Practice Field, and the third match officially began.

Xin Huxiao wasted no words and charged straight at Jian Qingchen. His aura soared in an instant, truly like a fierce tiger descending the mountain.

In Xin Huxiao’s eyes, Jian Qingchen was nothing but an overrated poser. What bullshit Sword Madman? Just self-praise and empty boasting!

He, Xin Huxiao, was going to rip off this hypocrite’s mask today and make him kowtow at his feet! He had watched the first match and greatly appreciated Yun Bufan’s approach. If he could make this ever-calm, breeze-and-cloud-faced Jian Qingchen kneel before him, that feeling...

How could the word "爽" even begin to describe it?

"Die!" Xin Huxiao roared. A faint tiger’s roar echoed from within his body, and a tiger stripe erged on his forehead.

With a boom, Xin Huxiao’s attack smashed heavily into the spot where Jian Qingchen had been standing. A loud crash rang out and shattered stones flew, but Jian Qingchen stepped on the flying rubble and lightly slipped past Xin Huxiao’s strike.

"Oh? You’ve got so skill!" Xin Huxiao licked his lips. "But if you think you can keep dodging my attacks, you’re making a huge mistake! Tiger Shadow Kill!"

With a bellow, Xin Huxiao once again charged Jian Qingchen. But this ti, the trajectory of his attack was extrely bizarre, constantly switching between extre speed and extre slowness, giving people a very uncomfortable feeling.

Ling Feng’s eyes couldn’t help but light up. This Xin Huxiao looked extrely rough and wild, yet his comprehension of the Power of Space was actually quite impressive. His attack trajectory was completely stepping on the nodes of space itself, which was why it felt so strange!

His level of comprehension of space was already no weaker than Yun Bufan’s earlier.

"I don’t know how strong Jian Qingchen truly is, but if he wants to keep relying on footwork to dodge Xin Huxiao’s attacks now, that’s no longer possible!" A gleam flashed through Ling Feng’s eyes. "Sword Madman? Let see just how mad your sword really is!"

Jian Qingchen had also realized this. His brows furrowed slightly. This Xin Huxiao’s montum was a bit too fierce! If he kept dodging, his own aura would be suppressed step by step, and then he’d fall into a disadvantage.

Clang! Jian Qingchen’s Longsword swept horizontally, blocking in front of Xin Huxiao. Xin Huxiao’s Long Fist slamd heavily onto the Sword Sheath, producing a crisp sound of tal striking stone.

Step, step, step—Xin Huxiao staggered back dozens of steps. His right arm trembled slightly. In that brief clash just now, a strand of Jian Qingchen’s Sword Qi had flowed through the Sword Sheath into his right arm. If not for his incredibly tough fleshly body, his right arm might already be crippled.

"What a sharp Sword Qi. Seems the na Sword Madman isn’t entirely undeserved. Interesting, this just got interesting!" A look of excitent flashed through Xin Huxiao’s eyes.

But things weren’t pleasant for Jian Qingchen either. Xin Huxiao’s Long Fist had stacked several dozen layers of force. His own Sword Qi had indeed blasted the opponent back, but the Vibrational Force from the other side had also transmitted into his body.