604: Chapter 603: Cutting lons and Vegetables 1 604: Chapter 603: Cutting lons and Vegetables 1 Without further ado, he extended his hand, “So be it, as you wish.”
The crowd scattered, watching from a distance.
Such duels were all too common for cultivators, and whether there would be a risk to life was hard to predict.
While no one wished for that to happen, duels have no gentle touch, who could truly guarantee safety?
Yin Qingsi was not worried; she was well aware of the sword cultivator’s strength, superior to her own, but she had not yet had the chance to witness his full capabilities.
Now, she couldn’t understand whose victory she desired.
If the sword cultivator won decisively, the sect’s reputation would be damaged, but her capture would then seem justified.
However, she couldn’t stand his smug, devil-may-care expression.
Fang Yazi and Nan Xiangye were also not worried.
In their view, this was but a self-embarrassnt for a Northwest true inheritor.
Why challenge their leader of all people?
Still, they had to credit his intelligence for choosing such a secluded environnt, which indicated their lack of confidence.
In the air, Hou Niao faced Yang Guanjun directly.
Hou Niao was curious; he didn’t know what remarkable thods the true elder brother of the ancient martial Daoist sect would have.
He was very curious.
Seeing that he didn’t attack first, a flicker of displeasure crossed Yang Guanjun’s mind.
In the Cultivation World of the continent, it was custom for those of lower realm and status to attack first.
He was the Qin Sect’s true disciple elder brother, while his opponent wasn’t even a true inheritor, making the difference in status quite evident.
Yet, now the opponent wasn’t making a move—was this disdain?
“Daoist Hou Niao, do you hold yourself in high regard?”
“Battle is battle, speak no further.
I am a sword cultivator.
Once I make a move, you will have no chance.”
Yang Guanjun laughed heartily, mocking the Demon Sect’s madness—one that is beyond expectation.
Dispensing with further argunt, he positioned his left hand in the air and struck with his right hand, casting a Fist Gang as quick as lightning, its power concealed but not to be underestimated.
This was a characteristic of the ancient martial Daoist lineage—simple and straightforward, unsurpassed in ferocity, and when combined with the Qin Sect’s signature Pure Yang Technique, no one could remain indifferent under such an attack.
The Fist Gang contained the essence of Qian Kun, appearing as re fist strength, but it concealed endless variations that could freely switch based on the opponent’s response.
When an opponent was entangled by the Fist Gang, it heralded his barrage of relentless attacks.
At the Qin Sect, he could deliver eight such Fist Gangs in a single breath, unrivaled among the Tongtian third realm true disciples.
Once his Fist Gang made contact, defeat was inevitable.
Flying Sword?
No matter how formidable the Flying Sword, one cannot afford to neglect one’s own body!
The next mont, the Flying Sword appeared, but the sword cultivator vanished.
Without a target, the Fist Gang lost its purpose, but the Flying Sword was dangerously close!
Yang Guanjun remained unflustered amidst chaos, raising his fists in a Pure Yang stance, hamring out continuously as his Fist Gang bombarded the air, filling the space with sounds of exploding Yang Gang.
He could only fend off the Flying Sword, hoping that after a few monts, the sword’s force would deplete and it would withdraw on its own, allowing him to locate the sword cultivator’s true form.
Such thinking would apply to a normal sword cultivator, but when faced with the Body Sword Skill, it was a joke!
The power on the Flying Sword was astonishing, indicating the sword cultivator’s cultivation surpassed his own.
The Pure Yang fist frawork was nearly scattered, and the motion of his fists beca more about self-preservation than attacking the Flying Sword.
The forte of the ancient martial Daoist lineage lay in overwhelming the opponent so they couldn’t regain footing.
But once restricted by the opponent, they lacked flexible counterasures.
Within monts, Yang Guanjun found himself in a vexing position, struggling to block and utterly unable to spot the sword cultivator, let alone spare his hands to counterattack.
For he felt as if he were not facing a single Flying Sword, but an entire Sword Formation.
The formation clouds remained stationary, and the River Diagram subtly connected within.
It was indeed the ‘Formation’ word of the Body Sword Skill, at the third realm level of Tongtian.
The fast-paced offense and defense left him with no room to entertain any other thoughts, only hoping to survive this wave of attack before looking for an opportunity?
After a few monts, the flying sword moved away, and the figure of the sword cultivator appeared.
Yang Guanjun let out a sigh of relief, about to throw a punch in counterattack, when he felt a hairpin brush past his face…
It was a hair clasp used to tie the hair, already silently cut by the flying sword.
If it had been just three inches lower…
“I’ve lost…”
Yang Guanjun’s expression grew dim, now understanding all too well, of course, he couldn’t find the person behind the sword cultivator, because the flying sword was the sword cultivator, and the sword cultivator was the flying sword.
Such unique swordsmanship was unheard of, unseen before, and even now he couldn’t think of anything he could do even if given another chance?
Swing a fist at the flying sword?
He couldn’t even keep up with the speed!
As he retreated in defeat, other true disciples of the Qin Sect wanted to fight again but were stopped by his look, his divine sense shouting:
“Who among you can break this person’s skill of concealing within the sword?
If you can break it, then go ahead; if not, it’s better to lose just my face than for all the true inheritors to go up and be defeated one by one, isn’t it?”
Upon these words, all were speechless; they were ancient martial experts with plenty of combat experience and knew clearly that if they couldn’t force the sword cultivator to show himself, it was basically an assured defeat—taking hits without being able to strike back.
What good was that?
Although Yang Guanjun had been defeated decisively, he was nevertheless the true inheritor and eldest senior brother, with a bearing and self-control that was beyond the average person, and he certainly wouldn’t resort to the petty act of relentless nagging and squabbling.
His divine sense shifted, “Sister Qingsi, it’s my fault.
I regret not heeding your good advice, coming here so recklessly.”
Yin Qingsi wore an apologetic expression, knowing very well that a large reason why her senior brothers stepped forward was because of the humiliation she endured within the Water Spirit Pearl over the past months.
Unlike the Yue Sect, the Qin Sect wanted to know how the sword cultivator obtained the Yue Sect token—was a cultivator of their sect hard to gain it?
Feeling quite unhappy, her resentfulness grew toward that arrogant individual.
There were many ways to fight; why be so domineering and leave no room for others?
“Senior brother, it’s all my fault…”
Yang Guanjun gave a wry smile, “What are you talking about, bringing trouble?
Whether you were here or not, I would have had to face this.
Could I just pretend to be deaf and dumb to it?
When you said this person had an ultimate skill, were you referring to this body sword skill?”
Yin Qingsi felt very bitter.
She couldn’t say because it was a cultivator’s bottom line; the sword cultivator had exposed his weakness in order to save her from the Yin Water Leech…
“Senior brother, it’s not that, it’s sothing else…
but I can’t say!”
The other true disciples from the Qin Sect were very speechless.
Having the body concealed within the sword was already troubleso enough; what more, there were other hidden trump cards?
Yang Guanjun no longer hesitated and gave a salute to the distant Yue Sect cultivators, “The Qin Sect concedes the wager and acknowledges its defeat.
We are unable to overco this individual and I advise Daoist Tang to let it be.
We bear no true animosity towards each other, our purpose is to manage the Northwest environnt; let’s sit down and have a drink together, as having one more friend equates to having one more path…”
He knew all too well the temperant of these old adversaries from the Yue Sect—they were the sort who wouldn’t budge when pulled and would only go back when pushed.
To make them taste the sting of defeat as well, he could only speak in reverse psychology.
As expected, Tang Youceng gave a disdainful cold laugh, “Just because your Qin Sect is inadequate doesn’t an the Yue Sect will be too!
I’ve always said your straightforward tactics are worthless against a real opponent!
It’s up to our Yue Sect to uphold the dignity of the Northwest Cultivation World!”
Rising to his feet, “Tang Youceng from the Yue Sect, I ask for your guidance.”
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