"Sect Master, this disciple is not lacking either!!!" Chen Jian gritted his teeth. "I will do my best and will not let you down."
At the sa mont.
In the center of the Martial Training Field.
Du Chi spoke, his eyes sweeping toward Chen Jian: "Chen Jian, co up!"
The so-called challenge naturally revolved around a personal duel between him and Chen Jian.
Among the Cloud Sword Sect, Chen Jian was the strongest.
Could the Cloud Sword Sect possibly send soone else to exchange blows with Du Chi? That would only be asking for humiliation. Of course, even with Chen Jian, it was still humiliating.
"Be careful," Chen Xingwen whispered.
Chen Jian nodded, stepping toward the Martial Battle Platform one step at a ti.
"Chen Jian, the foremost among the younger generation of the Cloud Sword Sect, now thirty-two years old. At eleven, he entered the Cloud Sword Sect, completing the cultivation of the ’Cloud Script Technique’ to Perfection Realm in one year and three months—a new record in cultivation speed. At fourteen, he entered the Outer Sect, becoming the youngest disciple in the sect’s history. At fifteen, he reached the Ancestral Saint Realm and survived seven days within the Sword Water Cloud Sky—a record for the sect again. At eighteen, he ascended to the Heaven Earth Sovereign Realm. At twenty, he beca the youngest True Disciple in the sect’s history and started cultivating the sect’s treasure, the ’Spare Sword.’ At twenty-five, he beca the leading figure of his generation within the sect. Following this, he trained for three years on Ziqing Mountain, breaking through to the Eternal Sovereign Realm after his return." Du Chi spoke with a detached tone, his gaze fixed on Chen Jian.
He appeared to know Chen Jian extrely well.
As Du Chi recounted Chen Jian’s past achievents, the Cloud Sword Sect’s martial cultivators standing in the field couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride.
Indeed, Chen Jian was undeniably the most monstrous genius in the sect’s history.
Chen Xingwen’s beautiful eyes sparkled like stars. "Ji Yu, when you look for a man in the future, find soone like Chen Jian—he shines brilliantly."
"Sister Xingwen, are you going to accept Senior Brother Chen Jian’s pursuit?" Ji Yu asked.
Chen Xingwen nodded. "After this battle, regardless of whether Senior Brother Chen Jian wins or loses, I will accept him."
"Congratulations," Ji Yu said with a smile.
"Do you know why I’ve told everyone so much about your glorious achievents?" Du Chi spoke again, a disdainful, mocking smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Because after today, all those glorious achievents will beco nothing but a joke."
Du Chi’s words sent an icy chill through the previously excited and lively martial training field, silencing it as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over it.
"You’re too arrogant," Chen Jian said gravely. "Arrogance reflects conceit. Martial cultivators should not be conceited."
"No, sotis arrogance isn’t conceit—it’s just that the opponent is too weak." Du Chi’s smile grew even more pronounced. He raised his hand and extended a single finger. "One move! I’ll defeat you in one move!"
What?
The martial training field fell into an even deeper silence.
Many Cloud Sword Sect martial cultivators turned red-faced, holding their breath.
Damn it.
Such unbridled arrogance.
To say Chen Jian wasn’t Du Chi’s match? Many might believe it. After all, Du Chi was more famous and his realm was one minor realm higher.
But to say he would defeat Chen Jian in a single move? Impossible.
Not one person believed it. Absolutely not.
Chen Jian was, in many respects, the most monstrous genius in the Cloud Sword Sect’s history, crowned with countless accolades. To be defeated in one move? How could that be?
Chen Xingwen’s face darkened. "Such absurd boasting—it’s disappointing. There are many legends about Du Chi, but who knows if any of them are true."
Having already decided to accept Chen Jian’s pursuit, Chen Xingwen naturally sided with him. Chen Jian being humiliated was tantamount to her feeling a mix of anger and humiliation on his behalf.
"Good, good, good! I’d like to see how you plan to defeat in one move!" Chen Jian’s laughter turned cold, his gaze darkened to an extre. In his twenty years of cultivation, when had he ever suffered such humiliation?
The Qi emanating from Chen Jian began to stir.
It was as if countless swords vibrated within his body, his Sword Intent extraordinarily restrained yet razor-sharp. The atmosphere within the Cloud Sword Sect’s training field grew viscous, heavy, and quiet.
"This Bamboo Sword is known as the Scarlet Bamboo Sword, and it has been by my side for thirteen years. Once drawn, it has never seen defeat." Chen Jian reached for the sword at his waist and slowly unsheathed it.
The Bamboo Sword was blood-red, its blade pulsating with an eerie crimson glow.
The Bamboo Sword exuded an indescribable, profoundly sinister energy.
Simply holding the Bamboo Sword caused the surrounding air and space to distort, fragnting into pieces and creating a vacuum. The sword itself was unyieldingly formidable.
"Hmm? Essence Blood nurturing? A Life-Bound Sword?" The sect master of the Cloud Sword Sect glanced at Chen Jian’s Bamboo Sword, murmuring to himself, his voice tinged with anticipation and inner astonishnt. Nurturing a Life-Bound Artifact required imnse willpower, and Chen Jian had succeeded—truly remarkable.
Even as sect master, he hadn’t anticipated it.
"Interesting indeed." Du Chi was equally surprised, though he displayed no fear, only a deepening smile etched across his face.
A mont later.
Suddenly:
"The thirteenth technique of the Spare Sword—Ten Thousand Tribulations Under Heaven, Long Regret of Emptiness. Sword, strike!!!" Chen Jian’s face turned grave and reverent, his eyes deep as tiger springs. His throat quivered, emitting a thunderous resonance as vibrations echoed outward.
A single sword strike.
Scarlet Glory Eastern Arrival.
Qi entwined with sword threads.
The blade descended from the Nine Heavens, as crimson as blood and fluid as water, shrouding and scattering dust like an indistinct Illusion Realm, silently targeting Du Chi and sending ripples outward.
This sword strike contained boundless Sword Intent and endless murderous intent.
The combination of the two found a perfect balance, triggering an explosive mont of equilibrium.
Even more terrifying, the sword’s aura rged with nature and heaven and earth, nearing invisibility, its strangeness amplified to an unthinkable degree.
What a sword.
"Excellent!" The Cloud Sword Sect’s sect master’s gaze sharpened and brightened, his "excellent" utterance tinged with imnse surprise. Initially, he had believed Chen Jian had no chance against Du Chi, but now, he saw a small glimr of hope.
Chen Jian was stronger than expected.
This most outstanding disciple in the sect’s history was far beyond what anyone had imagined.
Not just the sect master—every disciple present in the training field was equally taken aback.
Chen Xingwen’s eyes glistened, her gaze tender as water, lting away. This was her future husband!!!
So powerful.
So dazzling.
"Little Yu, a man must be like this," Chen Xingwen said sincerely.
"So weak." And yet, sowhere within the field, Su Chen murmured indifferently to himself, quietly muttering in his mind.
Indeed, weak.
While Chen Jian appeared to wield his sword well, in truth, he hadn’t yet clarified his True Heart. In other words, he had yet to comprehend Sword Rhy. He had missed the essential point—Chen Jian seed driven by his sword rather than being the master who drove it.
Of course, this sword strike had its rits, capable of annihilating 99.99999% of martial cultivators.
But in a confrontation against himself or Du Chi? It was still leagues away.
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