237: 237 237: 237 Clearly, this ti they had indeed bumped into it.
For a mont, none of these people knew what to do.
“This young brother, may I know which aspect of swordsmanship you would like to discuss with ?” The master looked at Ye Tian with a smile, walking towards him as the sword in his right hand hung down, almost dragging on the ground.
Li Jing moved forward silently, standing between Ye Tian and Shen Xuepei, ensuring that neither of them posed a slight risk of danger.
Ye Tian casually lifted his right arm, spread open his palm, and said, “I ca from Yandang Mountain, having learned from a beggar in a small broken temple there.
My skills are not worth ntioning, but my beggar master did teach so techniques.
It’s not easy to encounter a good master, especially soone of Master Level who has reached the Great Success Realm like you, so I wanted to take this opportunity to ask you to teach a few moves.
I wonder if the master is willing.
This way, everyone can also witness your true, profound skills.
It would be a great thing for you too.”
There was sothing implied in Ye Tian’s last sentence, clearly pushing the other party to make a move.
The master across was stunned for a mont, not expecting to encounter soone so stubborn, but seeing him bowing his head, the master couldn’t quite tell if he was here to cause trouble or genuinely wanted to learn from him.
“Master, let do it.
If he can’t even win against , then he doesn’t deserve to spar with you.”
The fifteen or sixteen-year-old kid stepped forward and said.
The master’s eyes lit up, but he suppressed his voice and said, “How can that be right?
You haven’t completed your training yet, taking action on your own goes against the rules of our school.”
“Master, don’t worry.
I know how to control the force of my moves.”
The master stroked his beard, pondering theatrically.
At last, he reluctantly said, “Alright then, just be careful not to hurt this young brother.”
The goatee-bearded old man handed his Soft Sword to the kid, nodding with satisfaction.
Seeing this, Ye Tian curiously looked at the kid, not noticing anything amiss.
Li Jing was about to step forward but was stopped by Ye Tian.
“I’ve also learned from you, so co on, lend your sword for a bit.
Anyway, Pig Hu will be back in a few days.”
Li Jing’s face showed no expression.
He drew a Soft Sword from his waist, and it appeared in the air with a gleaming cold light, its fierce Sword Qi daunting to behold.
Those who practice swordsmanship all have their own personal swords.
Li Jing had one too, the family heirloom Ziwei Soft Sword, but it was lost during the Cultural Revolution ten years ago.
It was said to have been taken by a noble family and ended up in Sichuan through various channels.
Li Jing once tried to go to Sichuan himself, but the information he received from various inquiries was mostly hearsay and led to no discoveries.
Furthermore, with Li Ruoshui’s illness flaring up, he gave up the search.
Later, while tomb-raiding with Pig Hu, he casually heard a fellow tomb-raider ntion these events.
Reportedly, the sword had reached a wealthy family in the Zhejiang and Shanghai Region.
Although he wanted to investigate, various reasons ultimately forced him to abandon the idea.
The Soft Sword in Ye Tian’s hand was taken from a blacksmith.
Although the Green Feather Soft Sword was no match for the family’s treasure sword, it was far superior to the counterfeit iron slabs often seen in the market, serving as a defensive weapon for the ti being.
If it had been his own treasure sword, he would never have handed it over to soone else.
Ye Tian had privately learned so swordsmanship knowledge from Li Jing.
Li Jing wasn’t proficient in the use of ordinary longswords, so he only taught Ye Tian so techniques related to the Soft Sword.
The goat-bearded man, seeing that Ye Tian also drew a Soft Sword, was relieved; although he boasted himself as a Soft Sword master who had reached the Great Success Realm, he knew better than anyone that the Soft Sword seed fun but was actually useless, just a fancy trinket for showing off and pretending to be great.
Anyone who seriously used it for fighting was inviting trouble.
“Apprentice, go ahead.
Rember the skills your master has taught you.”
The kid nodded, advanced straight up to Ye Tian, and stood face to face with him.
The surrounding crowd imdiately cleared a large open space.
Though the old n and won didn’t understand what was going on, they had a rough idea of the situation now.
With their decades of life experience, it wouldn’t take long to figure things out, so in their hearts, they were sowhat more inclined toward Ye Tian.
The boy bowed to Ye Tian, saying, “Brother, if you win against , naturally you’re qualified to fight my master.
But if you lose, you naturally won’t have the qualifications to challenge my master.”
“I’m well aware of that.
I’m simply in admiration of the master’s reputation, with no ill intentions.
So, let’s just spar to the point of contact.”
The kid stopped talking and stood up straight, looking coldly at Ye Tian without speaking.
He flicked his wrist, and the Soft Sword created a flourish, the tallic ring sounding pleasing to the ear.
It seed that not all of the sounds on TV were dubbed.
Suddenly, the Soft Sword, like a striking serpent, attacked with a chilling gleam.
The flexible blade whipped through the air like a piece of cloth, zooming straight at Ye Tian’s face.
Ye Tian stood unmoving as a mountain, only taking decisive action when the tip of the sword was about to touch his nose.
In an instant, a sword blade materialized in front of Ye Tian—it was his Green Feather Soft Sword.
With a flick of his wrist, the sword intercepted the assaulting Soft Sword from below, just at the tip of his nose.
The two swords t and intertwined, twisted together like twine.
The blades were tangled, unlikely to be free in a short ti.
Forcing them apart risked injury from the residual force on the blades, so both combatants were hesitant to make any drastic moves.
Ye Tian could have kicked out, given the kid wouldn’t have as much resistance as him, but he didn’t.
To his eyes, anyone who had trained the Soft Sword to this level wasn’t worthless, and he didn’t want the child to lose face in public.
Ye Tian threw a punch, hoping to push the kid back, a preferable course than kicking him.
Yet, the kid dodged by stepping aside, and during that mont, the two entangled Soft Swords loosened from each other due to their rigid nature, and Ye Tian stood back at his original position.
Li Jing found Ye Tian’s behavior that day peculiar.
He believed that Ye Tian was not a gentleman; it didn’t matter if it was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old kid or a five or six-year-old child in front of him, he would kick without hesitation.
He wasn’t a good man, a statent he had openly made before.
Li Jing admired Ye Tian’s frankness; good n are not cut out for being gangsters, they are better off as ordinary citizens.
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