The sun was warm, and there was no wind as Qin Hao walked with a longsword in hand.
"Kid, you should head back. Young Master Wang Teng is from the Biluo Sword Valley; you can't possibly be his match," an old man on the side of the street advised, unable to bear watching Qin Hao walk to his death.
Qin Hao replied, "My master said my strength is now high enough."
"How high?" the old man asked instinctively.
"As high as a three-story building."
The old man was speechless.
Qin Hao nodded earnestly. "That's what my master told ."
"Fool," the old man muttered, rolling his eyes. He shook his head and said no more.
anwhile, Wang Teng, who had been sitting cross-legged at the gate, opened his eyes, which now sparkled brilliantly.
Qin Hao looked up at the vast sky, muttering with soaring ambition, "Oh, mortal world, I, Qin Hao, have arrived."
SWOOSH!
A sword suddenly appeared, flashing with a cold glint. At that mont, the entire street trembled slightly.
The old man's head snapped up, his jaw dropping as he stared at the back of the young man he had just called a fool.
At the sa ti, a girl in a red dress, Xiaofeng, who was walking toward them, instinctively looked up. She saw a pale, cold gleam streak across the sky, as fast and bright as a bolt of lightning.
The swordsmanship was peerlessly elegant.
"Brother Chen Yang, this great era is shrouded by dark clouds. How could you be left to face it alone? That would be unfair, so I, Qin Hao, have co to join you!" Qin Hao whispered to himself, his eyes narrowed.
Not long ago, his grandmaster, Chu Yushan—the very sa man who had previously supported Chen Yang—found himself at death's door. With his last ounce of strength, he poured his power into Qin Hao, helping him break through several major cultivation realms.
He had told Qin Hao that Chen Yang was too alone. Such an illustrious National Scholar should not, and could not, be made to shoulder so much on his own.
Step into the world.
So, Qin Hao ca.
Now, on the street before the Wang family's gate, Sword Qi rippled through the air. Every inch of space was being sliced apart as dust billowed into the sky. The scene was magnificent and terrifying.
Wang Teng, who had been resting with his eyes closed, slowly stood up. He held his head high and his chest out, a contemptuous sneer on his face. "You're being presumptuous!"
"Bullshit."
Qin Hao countered with equal force. He held his sword in his right hand, pointing it diagonally as he bent his body slightly and suddenly accelerated. In the space of two or three breaths, he was less than a hundred ters from Wang Teng.
"What kind of trash dares to co and provoke , Wang Teng? Do you even know how to write the word 'death'?"
CLANG.
Wang Teng drew his sword. In an instant, his entire presence beca razor-sharp, and he stood as immovable as a mountain.
"Did I hear you say Chen Yang is your brother?" Wang Teng scoffed. "Never mind you. Even if Chen Yang himself were here, I, Wang Teng, could cripple him with one hand."
"You're not worthy," Qin Hao stated flatly.
"Haha..." Wang Teng burst into laughter, his expression turning grim as he roared in anger, "I'll cripple you first!"
Who was he? He was the most outstanding descendant of the Wang Family, an Inner Sect Disciple of the Biluo Sword Valley. His strength had already reached the legendary level of Work into Sky Reaching, which was more than enough to look down upon this vast world. How could he tolerate so raw, unproven youth from the mountains so brazenly challenging him?
"Slash!" Wang Teng let out a low shout as his longsword swept forward.
BOOM!
Stomping on the ground, he launched himself into the air, leaning forward as he charged straight for Qin Hao.
"HMPH." Wang Teng's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing. "I, Wang Teng, do not slay the naless. State your na."
"My na is Qin Hao, a humble cultivator." Qin Hao glanced at Wang Teng. Was this really the arrogant fool who claid he could cripple his brother, Chen Yang, with one hand? "And your mouth is filthy," he added.
A direct, head-on confrontation. The onlookers lining the street grew exhilarated.
SWOOSH!
Closing the distance to less than ten ters, Qin Hao took a powerful step forward, his longsword sweeping through the air.
Tip to tip.
The instant their blades t, the entire void shook. A myriad of sparks exploded into the air like brilliant fireworks as both n were forced back, each step they took shattering the ground beneath their feet.
"That... that foolish boy actually blocked it?"
"Heavens, he's evenly matched with Young Master Wang Teng!"
BANG!
Wang Teng finally stabilized his retreat by planting his longsword into the ground, his face turning exceedingly grim.
A draw? For him, that was a humiliation!
PANT, PANT.
Qin Hao stopped and said coolly, "You're not good enough."
Wang Teng was stunned. He only blocked a single strike, yet he had the gall to say he wasn't good enough?
Seeing Qin Hao shake his head with such a serious expression, the surrounding crowd was dumbfounded. Had this kid lost his mind? Did he really think he'd gained an advantage?
"I'll cut you down!"
Enraged, Wang Teng burst forward even faster than before. With a flick of his wrist, he wove a net of sword light.
Qin Hao remained as immovable as a bell. Only when Wang Teng was nearly upon him did he thrust his sword forward.
In an instant, the void trembled.
KRAK!
Amidst an explosion of sparks, a deafening crack echoed from the longsword in Wang Teng's hand as it fractured.
"What?!"
"Wang Teng's sword... is it about to shatter?"
This sudden developnt made everyone's eyes widen in disbelief. That was a longsword bestowed by the Biluo Sword Valley. And yet, against his opponent's single strike, it was vibrating so violently it was about to break apart. This was terrifying!
"No, that's a Treasure Weapon!" Wang Teng's father, Wang Qing, frowned deeply. He simply couldn't imagine how so unknown brat had managed to get his hands on a Treasure Weapon. In this secular world, how rare was a Treasure Weapon?
"Be careful, this guy is sinister..."
Before Wang Qing could finish, Qin Hao lunged forward. With a twist of his wrist, he aid to strike Wang Teng with the flat of his blade.
Wang Teng gasped for air, his face a mask of horror. What kind of monster is this?
SLAP.
Without another word, Qin Hao slapped the flat of his blade directly across Wang Teng's face. Master said that if you're going to hit soone, hit them in the face. I'll smack you, you bastard. That's what you get for being so arrogant!
Just a mont ago, Wang Teng had been full of arrogance, proclaiming himself the most dazzling presence of the era. But now, after a single lash from the sword, a purple welt instantly appeared on his face. Blood stread down as he stumbled back several steps. The searing pain left him stunned.
Qin Hao closed the distance in a few steps and slapped him with the sword again.
SLAP.
The crisp sound had a faint tallic tremble to it.
Wang Teng was speechless.
Everyone was speechless.
"With pathetic strength like yours, you can't even defeat , yet you have the audacity to claim you could cripple my brother with one hand? Where do you get the nerve?!" Qin Hao sneered, pressing the tip of his sword against Wang Teng's neck.
Having barely recovered his senses, Wang Teng felt a chill run through his entire body, making his scalp tingle.
"How dare you!" shouted Wang Qing from nearby, erupting in fury. His son was a Heaven's Favored Son, a prodigy destined to surpass Chen Yang. And now, he was being slapped in public by so punk claiming to be Chen Yang's little brother? This was simply intolerable.
Qin Hao ignored him and brought his fist down.
BOOM!
Wang Teng, who had just regained his senses but hadn't yet had ti to cry out, was forced to his knees.
"You'll cripple my brother with one hand? Huh?!"
Since publicly challenging Chen Yang, Wang Teng had undoubtedly beco the most-watched person in Cangyun City. After all, the strength of the Forr Chief Military Commander was well-known; he was a man who did as he pleased, even if it ant acting against the royal family. Everyone had assud Wang Teng was similarly formidable, but in their first exchange, he had been beaten into this pathetic state.
The most crucial part was that the one who beat him was Chen Yang's little brother. It was utterly laughable.
"You won't leave here alive today!" Wang Qing completely lost his temper and stomped forward. He had thought that since Chen Yang couldn't be bothered, his son could use the Forr Chief as a stepping stone. But in the end, one of Chen Yang's little brothers had easily taken care of Wang Teng.
Wasn't this just like lifting a rock only to drop it on his own foot?
Xiaofeng, who had now reached the street, watched this scene from afar, her hand covering her mouth in shock.
That foolish boy... he actually won?
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