Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy in the World of Immortal Cultivation Chapter 146: 146. Developed a strange new hobby

Chapter 146: 146. Developed a strange new hobby

Only by engaging in a sword duel can one truly imagine the combat between cultivators, but it is far more dangerous.

The spectators instinctively held their breath, afraid to make a sound that might disturb the duel below.

Yu Qing’s heart, which had previously settled down, was now racing again. As a true disciple of the Sword Control Technique lineage, she was most familiar with the dangers of a sword duel.

This form of combat is very taxing on one’s mind. If one’s concentration is excessively depleted, it is easy to make mistakes and beco vulnerable to the opponent’s attacks.

Ke Yanhan also practiced the sword-controlling heart formula, Fang Zhou certainly couldn’t match her in controlling the Spirit Sword.

Yu Qing prepared herself ntally, ready to intervene and stop this futile battle the mont Fang Zhou showed signs of weariness.

On Moon Viewing Peak, the clash of two Spirit Swords continued.

Ke Yanhan was growing increasingly shocked.

Using Sword Control is extrely taxing on one’s mind, especially under the Innate Realm where spiritual energy cannot be externalized.

Ke Yanhan relied on the sword-controlling heart formula and the power of her Spirit Sword to control it, requiring her full concentration, and even then, she couldn’t maintain it for long.

Ke Yanhan had been attacking for a long ti without success, her concentration was already half depleted, and her head was aching. Yet Fang Zhou still appeared calm and composed.

This made her feel like spitting out blood in frustration; it’s bad enough she couldn’t win in hand-to-hand combat, but now she couldn’t even win in a real sword fight?

Is her Foundation Establishnt Realm cultivation a fake?

Suddenly, a faint blue powder fell from the sky, shocking Ke Yanhan to her core.

The powder was all falling from her Spirit Sword. Her Spirit Sword had been chipped and gouged by Fang Zhou’s dull iron sword.

Under this double blow, blood finally spilled from Ke Yanhan’s lips. Losing her rationality, she snarled grimly, “You’re courting death!”

Her Spirit Sword instantly emitted a blue glow, seemingly transforming into a frost-like mist that bypassed Fang Zhou’s Xuanyuan Sword and enveloped him.

Yu Qing, who was watching intently, turned pale. Her Spirit Sword imdiately transford into a blue streak of light, shooting out to stop Ke Yanhan.

This ti, Yan Gulan did not stop her.

Facing the frost, Fang Zhou finally felt the danger.

But he did not panic. In his Sword Control Technique state, he could sense a towering Sword Intent approaching him.

This Sword Intent was identical to the thousands he had felt on Sword Burial Mountain, only differing in size.

This Sword Intent could be communicated with, understood, and forcibly controlled by Fang Zhou, who had learned the Sword Control Technique.

When he initially discovered this, Fang Zhou had studied it for a long ti, eventually devising a very crude move.

This move did not have a na yet, but Fang Zhou was willing to call it “Husband’s Current Offense!”

Now was the perfect ti to test this move, so Fang Zhou did not run. Instead, he stood his ground and pushed the Sword Control Technique to its limit.

Under Fang Zhou’s forceful control, the towering Sword Intent was torn open from the middle.

The frost hit the ground, instantly creating nurous deep pits, with dirt flying everywhere, resembling machine gun fire.

The only intact spot was where Fang Zhou stood.

That spot was the gap he had torn open using the Sword Control Technique.

At this mont, Yu Qing’s Spirit Sword had just arrived, hovering beside Fang Zhou.

Fang Zhou walked towards Ke Yanhan, slowly advancing until he stood before her.

Ke Yanhan, having forcibly used Sword Intent, was now pale and drenched in sweat.

She relied on sheer willpower to stay upright and, seeing Fang Zhou before her, forced a smile and said, “I can’t believe I lost to a Qi Refinent Realm cultivator. The victor commands; do as you wish.”

“You said it, don’t go back on your word!”

Fang Zhou responded with an embarrassed smile, then turned and entered the hut.

The thousands of disciples on the shuttle were eagerly awaiting to see what he would do.

Soon, Fang Zhou erged, holding four or five arm-thick wooden sticks.

Ke Yanhan misunderstood, thinking Fang Zhou was going to beat her severely. She sneered and pointed at her head, “Go ahead, hit here!”

Ke Yanhan guessed correctly at the beginning but missed the end.

Fang Zhou indeed planned to beat her severely, but hitting the head would be boring.

Fang Zhou walked behind Ke Yanhan, kicked her to the ground, then raised the wooden stick.

“What are you going to do—ah!”

Ke Yanhan tried to rise, but Fang Zhou struck her buttocks with the stick.

Fang Zhou did not hold back; with this blow, an ordinary person would have flesh torn and their buttocks bruised.

Ke Yanhan, having a Perfect Foundation Establishnt Realm physique, could endure the blow but the pain was real.

Ke Yanhan’s face turned crimson; she never expected to be publicly humiliated by a man in such a manner.

Ke Yanhan struggled to rise and fight Fang Zhou, but he struck her buttocks again, knocking her back down.

“How dare you humiliate —ah!”

Ke Yanhan kept roaring furiously at Fang Zhou, while he continued to rain down furious blows on her buttocks.

The entire Moon Viewing Peak was dead silent, with thousands of disciples watching Fang Zhou beat Ke Yanhan’s buttocks in a daze.

Yan Gulan’s face was livid. She wished Fang Zhou would impulsively cause severe harm to Ke Yanhan, forcing the sect to intervene.

But Fang Zhou chose this thod, tarnishing the Law Enforcent Departnt’s reputation without causing Ke Yanhan serious harm.

Each blow from Fang Zhou felt like it was striking her face.

Just as Yan Gulan was about to lash out, Yu Qing suddenly said, “Elder Yan, do you really want this matter to be widely known?”

Yan Gulan turned to her: “What do you an?”

Yu Qing sighed, recalling what Fang Zhou had told her: “You might not know, but the Wangyue Daily has already been sold to Yunshan City. Today’s events could be reported.”

Yan Gulan had not cared about this before. She said in a deep voice, “So what…”

She paused mid-sentence, a shock unconsciously silencing her.

Earlier that morning, Fang Zhou had deliberately sold newspapers, detailing today’s events. If the paper had reached Yunshan City, today’s events would indeed spread.

Yan Gulan gasped. She might not understand public opinion, but she knew the proverb “rumors can destroy a person.” If she solidified this matter, the Heavenly Sword Sect’s reputation would be…

Yan Gulan gave Fang Zhou a long, deep look, then suddenly flicked her sleeves.

“Let’s go!”

She turned and led the Law Enforcent Departnt disciples away.

None of the other disciples left; such a public display of buttocks beating was too rare to miss.

Seeing Yan Gulan leave, Yu Qing quickly landed on Moon Viewing Peak.

Fang Zhou was still wildly beating Ke Yanhan’s buttocks, having already broken one stick. He picked up another.

Ke Yanhan turned back, glaring at Fang Zhou with hatred: “I won’t let you off… ah!”

Fang Zhou struck down again. He was not only humiliating this vile woman but also venting his pent-up anger.

Ke Yanhan realized that the louder she shouted, the harder Fang Zhou hit. She instead buried her head in her arms, gritting her teeth, and made no more sounds.

Using her hatred for Fang Zhou to cover the pain radiating from her buttocks.

She endured, and the pain seed to vanish, replaced by an unfamiliar, strange sensation.