Hong Dali had harbored resentnt towards Lin Hao ever since he was thrown off the building. After fernting for a day, almost everyone in the Inner Courtyard knew about it, and many couldn’t help but mock him upon seeing him.
He had to regain the face he had lost.
The only way to do that was to teach Lin Hao a lesson!
Hong Dagang’s return today couldn’t have been more tily. Upon seeing Hong Dagang, his eyes were red-rimd, as though he had been greatly wronged.
"Him?" Hong Dagang looked towards Lin Hao and said with arrogance, "Hmph, perfect timing. Just now, I heard him talking about swordsmanship, and I plan to seek so advice from him."
"Master Du is my ntor. To say that my ntor misleads young people, I must see for myself if you’re even worthy of such a claim."
While speaking, he strode forward. By the ti he finished speaking, he had already approached Lin Hao: "Let’s settle both old and new scores. Do you dare accept my challenge?"
"Grandmaster?" Lin Hao glanced at him and clearly discerned his strength—soone who had beco a Grandmaster less than ten days ago.
"Becoming a Grandmaster at forty, what a remarkable talent." Lin Hao was slightly surprised, not expecting the Inner Courtyard to have such a person.
Between every major Realm, the ascension would be a bottleneck for countless individuals.
From ordinary people to Transcend Mortality, from Transcend Mortality to Martial Artist, from Martial Artist to Grandmaster...
Each Realm is like an army trying to cross a narrow bridge—one where so spend their entire lives trying but never reach the Grandmaster Realm.
Compared to the true Cultivator clans, these students from the Inner Courtyard are like children of lesser families.
For the children of lesser families, the path is even tougher; most of them only beco Grandmasters after the age of forty-five.
For Hong Dagang to have achieved this was already quite comndable.
"Haha, it seems you’re not completely blind to talent." Hong Dagang laughed proudly, "If you admit defeat now, apologize to my brother, and roll away from here to where the students gather, I’ll let you off the hook."
"You’re not fit to be our ntor."
Lin Hao didn’t respond to his arrogant words but instead said, "You can challenge , but I’ll just use one hand."
With one hand behind his back, he picked up a small wooden stick with the other and pointed it squarely at Hong Dagang.
The crowd of students gasped in surprise.
Using a sword with only one hand—though it was just one hand—the difficulty of using a sword single-handedly was ten tis greater!
Was Lin Hao really that powerful?
No one dared to sneer now; after all, they had already seen a portion of Lin Hao’s abilities.
However, deep down still so doubters couldn’t believe Lin Hao could win.
The previous eighteen people were almost all Martial Artists, but Hong Dagang was different—he was a true Grandmaster.
To face a Grandmaster with just one hand was the height of arrogance!
"You’ll let use only one hand?" Hong Dagang said tauntingly, "Even my teacher wouldn’t dare to do so to , what makes you think you’re qualified?"
"I also want to use both hands, but..." Lin Hao said helplessly, and with genuine sincerity, "If I use both, I’m afraid I might kill you."
"Kill ?" Hong Dagang burst into laughter, "Alright, then please do kill !"
Completely enraged by the provocation, Hong Dagang didn’t care whether Lin Hao was using one hand or two, whether he was wielding a wooden stick or a sword, he bellowed, "Let show you what real swordsmanship is!"
"Clang!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the five-foot-long, one-foot-wide Giant Sword on his back slid out of its sheath on its own, tracing an arc mid-air and landing in his hand.
Without another word, Hong Dagang made his move.
"Shooting Star, Rain of Petals Sword Technique!"
"Clang, clang, clang!"
The sa move, when perford by Xiang Donglai and Hong Dagang, was vastly different; the shadow of the black Giant Sword was like a wall, encircling him entirely. The sword’s hum reverberated in the air, a spectacular sight indeed.
"Defense, huh?"
Lin Hao’s lips curved slightly, and then he made his move, wielding the wooden stick with a single hand, he thrust forward in a surprisingly straightforward motion.
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The speed wasn’t fast.
The strength wasn’t strong.
There were no techniques to speak of, it was just a simple swing.
"He can’t possibly think that he can break through Hong Dagang’s defense with that, it’s laughable." Li Shuangyan snorted upon seeing Lin Hao’s indifferent deanor.
"How could my brother’s defense be so easily broken?" Hong Dali bellowed. "Boy, you might as well just give up!"
Many students also felt that Lin Hao was being too presumptuous. With such a huge gap in realms and using only one hand—not to ntion just one hand but also not employing even the basic sword movents.
"Does he really think this is the Outer Courtyard?" Guo Hengyu’s face flushed with anger, wishing he could beat Lin Hao up for his calm and arrogant attitude.
However, just as he felt this urge, his expression suddenly changed.
Not just him, over two hundred disciples from the Inner Courtyard were all staring dumbfounded at what was in front of them.
"What, it went through!"
"How is that possible?!"
In the crowd, voices of shock rang out, as everyone saw that Lin Hao’s stick had effortlessly penetrated Hong Dagang’s defense, striking him right in the neck.
"Crack."
At the sa ti it hit Hong Dagang, the stick broke into two pieces.
But, it was not an easy hit for Hong Dagang either. It was as if so imnse force was contained within the stick, toppling him over and sending him crashing heavily onto the grass.
"Alas, a stick is just a stick after all." Lin Hao sighed, looking at the remaining piece in his hand. "Even with Primordial Qi augntation, it still broke. Seems like using a stick to hit a Grandmaster is still quite unrealistic."
He muttered to himself, completely oblivious to the astonished stares from the surrounding disciples.
People felt like coughing blood.
Hitting a Grandmaster with a stick.
For a Cultivator, that was utterly preposterous.
But, Lin Hao had done it!
And he didn’t just strike; he actually sent the Grandmaster flying!
Hong Dagang, the Grandmaster, defeated in a second!
Hong Dali, Li Shuangyan, Xiang Donglai, one by one, their eyes bulged and their mouths gaped open.
Is he really only eighteen years old?
Is he really here to be a student in the Inner Courtyard?
Various questions raced through everyone’s minds.
"Who on earth is he?" Inside the forest, Du Shengfang was astounded beyond belief. Lin Hao had scolded him as utterly worthless, and while he had wanted to ask for advice, seeing Lin Hao send Hong Dagang flying with a single swing imdiately dispelled that thought.
He might not be a match for Lin Hao. After all, sending Hong Dagang flying with a stick was sothing he could never achieve.
"Where did Tang Guodong find such a freak?" Gao Yulan couldn’t help but swallow her saliva involuntarily, Lin Hao’s strength surpassed her own.
The other two were equally full of astonishnt and doubt.
Only Lei Qianxiao was slightly less so: "This kid, in the future, must absolutely not be offended, understand? I will report his situation to the higher-ups."
The four nodded, not saying a word, but inside, they were extrely shocked.
Hong Dagang lay on the ground, his face a mixture of shock and confusion, simply not understanding how Lin Hao did it, stupidly looking at Lin Hao.
"Your Swordsmanship is full of holes. It may seem undefeatable in defense, but in front of a true master, it can be broken with raw power."
Lin Hao didn’t wish to dwell on Hong Dagang any longer; He turned his gaze to the dazed Inner Courtyard disciples and took out a notebook he prepared earlier:
"Since I promised Dean Lei to be your teacher for three days, I won’t let you down. This contains my understanding of Swordsmanship and a dozen or so sword techniques. Take it, have a look for yourselves. Tomorrow morning, we’ll et here again, and I will teach you new things."
Lin Hao nonchalantly tossed the notebook to Su Mo: "Pass it around for them to read."
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