Edited by Ea
Longyao Lingguang hooked his lips and said, “Of course. If you know yourself and your enemy, you can win a hundred battles.”
In Xuan Ziyun’s eyes, Longyao Lingguang’s starry attacks were nothing.
Although Xuan Ziyun’s sword was not as fast, every move and style was like the kiss of a butterfly. The light and abrupt move suddenly blocked Longyao Lingguang’s sword from an unexpected angle.
In the blink of an eye, the two people have already traded 30 moves.
The disciples of the North Courtyard had been banging their drums and shouting, wanting Longyao Lingguang to teach the East Courtyard headed by Xuan Ziyun a lesson, so that they could get off to a good start.
The disciples of the East Courtyard were worried. Everyone was afraid that Xuan Ziyun would suddenly quit on a whim. Some of them covered their eyes and didn’t dare to look, while some went to find a few first-aid pills from a pharmacist.
Qi Feiqing also sweatdropped. “Senior Martial Brother Xuan’s expression seems to be a little impatient.”
Yan Tianhen also observed for a while and found that Xuan Ziyun’s handsome face, which was originally a bit lazy, was obviously growing more intolerant.
“Xuan Ziyun, hold on!” The older martial brothers cried out in unison.
It was no joke that Xuan Ziyun represented the face of the East Courtyard, recognized as their top student. If he gave up halfway now, the face of the East Courtyard would be gone!
Yan Tianhen listened to the incessant “hold on, hold on, hold on” chants and almost laughed.
Longyao Lingguang was still fighting with Xuan Ziyun slowly, and his expression looked as if he was determined to win.
Xuan Ziyun was provoked again by another one of Longyao Lingguang’s moves, “Asking Moon”. His eyes, which were half-closed, suddenly opened a little, and his lips curved into a playful smile. “Do you think that when I don’t want to fight with people, I will choose to yield?”
Longyao Lingguang paused. Although he thought so, he didn’t expect that Xuan Ziyun would be so straightforward about his plan and ask so frankly. “Senior Martial Brother Xuan must be joking.”
With a smile on his face, Longyao Lingguang had already begun thinking about a new strategy. Now that Xuan Ziyun had seen through the plan, he was afraid Xuan Ziyun today would not be so easy to deal with.
However, just as Longyao Lingguang was preparing a strong attack, Xuan Ziyun suddenly seemed like he fully woke up after being asleep for a long time. He woke up completely with a pair of Phoenix eyes fully open. The Graceful Beauty sword in his hand casually and smartly pulled a beautiful sword move, and his entire person’s temperament abruptly changed.
“Actually, there is another way to end a battle as soon as possible.”
Xuan Ziyun wiped his fingers on Graceful Beauty, and Graceful Beauty let out a “shlick” sound. Both Xuan Ziyun and Graceful Beauty swept up into the air like a swan. After the wide-ranging moves, the sword flashed, and the sound was soft, not sticky; crisp and continuous.
Longyao Lingguang’s cultivation was a little worse than Xuan Ziyun’s. If he was at the same level as Xuan Ziyun, he may still have a chance. However, Longyao Lingguang’s cultivation made it so that he couldn’t even see where Xuan Ziyun was, causing Sinking Sword to get knocked out of his hand and fall to the ground.
Bang!
Longyao Lingguang stood on the spot with incredulous eyes, staring at his uncontrollably shaking hands. He couldn’t even survive a single move.
The disciples spectating from the sides were also surprised by this turning point. Unexpectedly, no one spoke for a moment.
However, the situation did not last long. It was unknown who first gave a whoop of joy, followed by overwhelming shouts and whistles.
On the North Courtyard’s side, there were a lot of cheers and sighs. On the stands, the gentlemen couldn’t help talking in succession.
“This move is probably Xuan Ziyun’s unique sword skill. It’s called Guhong Zhaoying.” Sword Saint Yaoguang touched his nonexistent beard and exclaimed, “That’s what he used to draw against Huanyu.”
Sword Saint Tianshu laughed. “This Xuan Ziyun is really unkind. He didn’t want to waste his time, so he ended the battle quickly. He didn’t give any face. His courtesy name truly suits him.”
“Still, he did give some face.” Lin Xuanzhi scored his own judgment very pertinently, saying, “He went along with it for 30 moves, so that we could judge Longyao Lingguang’s cultivation according to this.”
Sword Saint Tianshu, “…”
Sword Saint Yaoguang asked, “What is Xuan Ziyun’s courtesy name?”
Sword Saint Tianshu said, “His courtesy name is ”Wushuang”. In his own words, he is too lazy to make a second strike, so if he wants to win, he would finish the opponent off in one blow.”
Sword Saint Yaoguang said, “…He really is lazy.”
After Xuan Ziyun’s fatal blow, he returned to his previous state of being sleepy, yawning and patting his mouth with his eyes half-closed. “Hold the sword firmly, younger martial brother.”
Longyao Lingguang’s face was livid, and he said with difficulty, “Thank you for senior martial brother’s advice. Longyao Lingguang has been taught.” After that, he picked up Sinking Star and flew off the high platform, leaving the martial arts training ground.
After Xuan Ziyun came down, many of his classmates came to him. They patted him and teased him, but they all said that they were very happy.
Either he would end everything in a single strike, or he wouldn’t even compete at all. Xuan Ziyun, who was so free, was the same as before and never changed.
Xuan Ziyun’s blow killed half of the momentum of the North Courtyard. In the next competition, the disciples of the North Courtyard probably had some heavy psychological shadows, as they were repeatedly beaten out of the water by senior martial brothers of the East Courtyard. Some people couldn’t wait to flee ignominiously. Therefore, the more they fought, the less imposing they were, so Mei Shangchen, the dean of the North Courtyard, wished he could go up and fight in the competition himself.
However, this decline was soon reversed by Yin Nian.
Although Yin Nian had great cultivation in manipulating puppets, his swordsmanship was taught by Lin Xuanzhi, Huarong Sword Immortal, and he picked it up at an early age. Naturally, it was impossible for his swordsmanship to be inferior. Not only was he good, but he was among the top disciples.
Yin Nian’s opponent was not very eye-catching in the East Courtyard, but for this high-profile Reincarnation Palace Young Master, it was hard to really care. However, Yi Nian soon let him know what would happen if he underestimated the enemy.
As soon as the senior martial brother tried to unsheathe his sword, he was blocked by Yi Nian’s ordinary sword, which seemed to have no characteristics. Then, the sword moves that were unrestrained and arrogant came out one after another, which made people dizzy. Then, in a one-sided situation, he sealed several big acupuncture points and finally kicked him off the platform.
This set of one-sided slaughtering made all the disciples gape, leaving them to have nothing to say until the Senior Martial Brother fled this hellish martial arts arena red-faced, and some disciples didn’t even have time to react.
“Why is it over instantly?”
“That Senior Martial Brother should not have deliberately let Yin Nian win, right?”
“Heavens, doesn’t Reincarnation Palace’s Young Master not use a sword? How can he be so good at sword fighting? Can’t he leave a way for others?”
A lot of disciples of the North Courtyard acted very distant to Yin Nian. They always disdained to speak to him in ordinary days. Now that they saw Yin Nian giving the North Courtyard face, they couldn’t help but come over to congratulate him after his win.
Lin Xuanzhi, sitting on the high platform, looked at Yin Nian that clearly portrayed a proud and show-off expression. He could not help but want to smile. Whenever he saw Yin Nian, he thought of Yin Chongyue.
A year ago, after the the Fiend disaster ended, Yin Chongyue went into closed-door cultivation and had yet to come out. It was unknown what year or month he would come out.
From now on, the disciples of the North Courtyard seemed to be encouraged, as if they’d seen the morning star. They rallied and gradually recovered their momentum.
The two courtyard’s win rates were getting more balanced.
Bang!
With the setting sun, when the bird returned to its nest, someone shouted, “In the next round, disciple Yan Tianhen of the East Courtyard will fight against disciple Ying Guanchao of the North Courtyard.”
Yan Tianhen lightly jumped on the platform, and dragged a wide sword full of blood rust in his hand. Laughter broke out in the North Courtyard, and the students of the East Courtyard couldn’t bear to look directly at this scene.
Ying Guanchao also came up with a sword in his hand. His posture was more ethereal and beautiful, but the more vivid contrast was that sword of his, called Teal Frost, which was teal in color, but it had silver sword light when waving it around, hence its name Teal Frost.
The Teal Frost was slender and sharp, just like a peerless beauty, with a bundle of fine sleeping elements. On the other hand, for a sword, the rusty sword was really too wide, as if there were too many pieces, so it looked a little bloated, which made people always feel uncomfortable.
Not to mention that it was not only ugly, but also not very practical. Which sword was superior could be seen from a glance.
Ying Guanchao confronted Yan Tianhen, and his eyes contemptuously swept the rusty sword in Yan Tianhen’s hand. He said, “It’s not too late for you to admit defeat now. If the competition starts, there will be no turning back. When the time comes and you yell stop, I don’t really think I can stop in time.”
Yan Tianhen didn’t care. He waved his rusty sword with a smile and said, “I’ll return this sentence back to you, word for word. There are some moves that cannot be taken back once it starts. Weapons have no eyes — if Senior Martial Brother Ying were to be hurt, I’m not going to be responsible for you. Of course, that’s not because I think Senior Martial Brother Ying is ugly.”
“Hahaha,” There was a following burst of laughter from the audience.
Ying Guanchao’s eyes deepened, but his lips hooked up. “Yan Tianhen, you are really bold and overconfident. However, since you said so, you seem to be fearless. I want to see how you can attack with a useless sword.”
They did not talk nonsense and immediately began to fight.
Ying Guanchao made a move first that would cleave off his head horizontally. But as he started toward the top of Yan Tianhen’s head, Yan Tianhen did not move at first. Only when the sword was inches away, did Yan Tianhen turn Xiuxiu and use the edge of the blade to collide with that move with ease.
Clack!
This sound was not clear, like a sword cutting on a soft peak.
Qi Feiqing ground his teeth together, fearing that Yan Tianhen’s sword would be cut in half. However, it turned out that although the rusty sword was not good-looking or easy to use, it was resistant to cutting. The first move was blocked and the second move came again.
There were three unique skills in Ying Guanchao’s sword technique, The first skill was called “Goose Landing in Flat Sand”. The second was called “Listening to Pines in the Forest”, and the third was “Fishing by the River”.
These three tricks could also be regarded as the martial arts ultimate techniques of the Ying family. All disciples of the Ying family could learn them if they were willing to learn, but nobody knew if they could learn it well or badly.
In the blink of an eye, the two people had already exchanged twenty blows.
Although Yan Tianhen seemed to be very skillful in these twenty moves, it was actually very exhausting. If he didn’t want his sword to fly out of his hand, he had to use spiritual Qi. However, when he fought with a man who always had the advantage and was pressing him. His spiritual Qi was naturally consumed very quickly. If it went on like this, he would certainly lose in another 30 moves.
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Sarah: Ying family why… horrible naming people
Ea: Kill me now…please forgive these names they’ll never appear again so…please forget them yup
