"What swordsmanship is that?"
"That doesn't seem to be swordsmanship at all, it just looks like the most basic sword-drawing pose!"
"Hahaha, is he really going to use that sword drawing technique to counter Sword God's Grand Tien Yen Sword? He's crazy!"
"A fruit knife plus sword drawing technique? He's definitely insane. I bet this strike will turn him into dust! He's blatantly provoking the Sword God!"
"Just now he managed to resist the Sword God for a few minutes; I admit he has so skill, but not much. Let's just say, with these two moves alone, I might not be his match, but it won't be easy to kill ."
"I can only give half a nod to this move."
...
"It's over!" Sword God completed storing up his sword energy and finally unleashed that stunning strike, a cold light illuminating the five continents, the white Sword Qi carrying supre Sword Intent, even just a trace of its leaked power could severely wound or instantly kill an ordinary Saint!
"Yes, it's over!" Zhang nglong stepped forward gracefully and in an instant drew his fruit knife.
At this mont, even the Sword God's face changed drastically. If Zhang nglong previously seed like a sword about to be unsheathed, now he was a Divine Sword that could create or destroy worlds!
His sword energy directly split the Sword God's Sword Qi into two, and Zhang nglong vanished into a streak of sword light.
The Sword God didn't even see Zhang nglong's move. While he was still looking for Zhang nglong, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up instantly as a tiny nail clipper pressed against it.
Yes, not a fruit knife, but now a nail clipper!
"You… what sort of sword technique is this?" The Sword God hadn't just failed, he hadn't imagined he'd lose so trendously! If Zhang nglong wielded a real sword, he would be dead now!
"A Semi-Saint, relying on a fruit knife and a nail clipper to defeat the Sword God!"
"This… this is simply unbelievable! Did he start practicing swords while still in the womb?"
"Perhaps he's the top Sword Cultivator of the Stigma Continent!"
"I concede; I fully concede now!"
...
"Now, can I stand here?" Zhang nglong patted the Sword God on the shoulder and then walked past him slowly.
He settled at the pinnacle of Dragon City on the Stigma Continent, taking out a parasol, a reclining chair, and a table, and actually lay down to start watching TV dramas!
"Is this what a real master looks like?"
"Indeed, it's an unfathomable realm to us!"
"Look, the Sword God seems different!"
"He's begun ditating! Did the fight just now enlighten him?"
"Truly worthy of being the Sword God. Even though he lost, he can draw insights from the battle, just for this alone, he deserves the title!"
No doubt, Duan Xianchen gained many insights from that sword strike by Zhang nglong, sothing he'd been pursuing as his highest realm his whole life! In that mont, he seed to glimpse this ultimate realm and get a sense of it, and now he's focusing all his energy on comprehending that fight!
"Impressive, this Sword God has so rit!" Even Zhang nglong praised, acknowledging that if Duan Xianchen could indeed gain sothing from his sword strike just now, his realm would certainly undergo a monuntal change.
...
Thus, Zhang nglong lay at the top of Dragon City, watching dramas and playing gas, waiting for Feng Cong, while Duan Xianchen floated like a statue in the sky. This state persisted for two or three months.
"Why hasn't Feng Cong, that fool, arrived yet?" If only Zhang nglong had Feng Cong's contact information, he'd have bombarded him with desperate calls by now. He couldn't be thinking of holding off for the full two-year deadline, could he?
"Hmm?" Zhang nglong squinted and suddenly his gaze locked onto Duan Xianchen floating mid-air.
After months of ditation, he gained new insights!
Duan Xianchen opened his eyes, and for a mont the air seed filled with crisscrossed Sword Qi, even those watching him from a distance felt their faces sting as if cut by blades.
"Hahaha! So this is the true sword!" Duan Xianchen laughed loudly, "Sword Immortal, what path does your sword follow?"
"I told you, it's the path of the Infinite!" Zhang nglong casually replied, "Your sword is my sword, my sword is still my sword!"
"Your sword is my sword?" These few lines from the ga stirred a tempest in Duan Xianchen's heart.
"Hahaha, now there's no way I'll lose to Mo Xiaoxi!" Duan Xianchen originally had reservations and uncertainty, but after gaining insights from Zhang nglong's sword drawing technique, he's confident he won't lose to the Sword Saint!
There's only one Sword Immortal, and that's Zhang nglong. Duan Xianchen genuinely admired Zhang nglong's swordsmanship, acknowledging him as the strongest, yet his pride insists that even if he's not the first, he has to be the second!
He rose slowly, flying toward the palace within the pinnacle of Dragon City.
"Mo Xiaoxi, I've awaited you for ten years, are you still going to turtle inside?"
"Mo Xiaoxi, if you have the courage, co out and face . Now that I've comprehended peerless Swordsmanship, I must duel with you to see who truly is the second Sword Cultivator on Stigma Continent!"
Zhang nglong spit out a mouthful of drink; this Sword God is quite the character. Just monts ago he claid to be the top Sword Cultivator and now he's vying for second. Truly, he has quite the charisma.
"Oh well, fight for your second position, just don't disturb !" Zhang nglong muttered to himself. But Mo Xiaoxi was indeed impressive, to be insulted like that and still not erge; whether his Swordsmanship is formidable or not, his heart is certainly vast.
If it were Zhang nglong, he'd transform into an ancestral presence upon the first insult.
...
"Mo Xiaoxi, co out!"
"You wimp, will you stay inside forever?"
"Or just admit defeat!"
...
"Damn, this is never-ending!" Zhang nglong's expression shifted from impatience to dislike.
He shut off the video player and stood up, "Hey, aren't you tired? I'm fed up with your endless wailing here. You're disturbing my rest and fun, you know?"
With Zhang nglong's shout, swordsman Duan Xianchen directly shrank back. If it were anyone else, they'd have been cut with a sword by now. He's spent years periodically shouting insults for hours in front of Mo Xiaoxi's door; who would dare object?
But with Zhang nglong shouting at him, he didn't dare retaliate. He couldn't win a fight, so he could only shrink back in retreat.
"Do you really want to defeat him that badly?" Zhang nglong asked.
"Yes, even though we haven't t, he's always been the biggest foe in my heart!" Duan Xianchen replied.
"Fine then," Zhang nglong shook his head, "if you're that eager to fight him, I'll grant you that dream. I have one request: fight sowhere far away, don't strut around in front of ; it's annoying!"
With one push, Zhang nglong moved Duan Xianchen aside, "Get out of my way!"
"Are you going to..."
"You want to spar with him, right?" Zhang nglong said, "I'll bring him out for you! Then find a place to fight to your heart's content, just don't co back to hassle !"
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