Chapter 1114: Chapter 186: The Sharp-Tongued Sickly Young Master (1/2)
Is this still that sowhat simple-minded guy?!
Pu Yongyan was only at the Seventh Rank, unable to grasp the situation in the courtyard from such a distance. However, the middle-aged man in front of him was different. His Qi chanism was vast as a river and sea, fully comprehending the scene in the courtyard.
His expression, originally calm and collected as if everything was under his control, gradually turned hesitant and shaken. He lifted his eyes to look afar, seeing soone inside the house in white attire, appearing languid, rely fiddling with chess pieces, cradling a small beast, seemingly frail, occasionally coughing.
He appeared just to be a weak young man, but whenever he spoke, his words invariably hit the mark.
An unremarkable swordsman, upon receiving his guidance, could perform basic saber techniques up to the essence of the saber.
Such insight was indeed extraordinary. Even he couldn’t achieve such a level personally, and thus his desire to recruit him grew even more intense.
At this mont, the situation in the courtyard changed again.
Just as the middle-aged man from the Tian Qing Sect was nearly about to concede, an elderly voice suddenly stated:
“Right hand, Flying Dragon Style third move, left hand transition to Xuanhe Style.”
The middle-aged man was briefly stunned, then imdiately shifted his dual-weapon style, becoming more fluent. They intersected, snatching Ren Yongchang’s weapon in the process. Wang Anfeng nonchalantly picked up a chess piece, dropping it casually, saying lightly:
“Step left, make a straightforward approach.”
Ren Yongchang followed the instruction, his saber technique reversing, turning danger into safety. The elder in the carriage once again instructed his disciple, and everyone around fell silent, knowing that on the surface, it seed to be a duel between Ren Yongchang and the other man, but the true contest of moves was between the elderly man hidden in the carriage and the frail young man leisurely tapping on the chessboard.
In the blink of an eye, the two in the courtyard exchanged dozens of moves, becoming increasingly perilous, seemingly evenly matched. However, anyone with a little martial arts knowledge knew that being able to use the basic thirty-six saber maneuvers to deal with several sets of advanced sect martial arts made the difference in skill obvious.
Especially since it was a Ninth Grade pinnacle opposing a Seventh Rank, surpassing the forr rank.
The beautiful maid in front of the carriage sensed a chill emanating from within, knowing its rage, becoming increasingly anxious, and even sowhat fearful. Clenching her teeth, she suddenly shouted:
“Wang An, how long are you going to make wait?!”
“A re Seventh Rank, and you can’t even handle a simple Ninth Grade?!”
Wang An suddenly realized, snapping out of the perilous atmosphere of the duel, shouted angrily, and blocked the Tiger Head Saber with his weapon. His Martial Body surged, unleashing over thirty years of cultivated Inner Strength, shattering the blade of the saber with a crack.
His Inner Qi surged, cracking the ground with nurous fissures. Filled with defiance, he even shattered the surrounding brick walls and a plum tree, leaving the courtyard in disarray.
The surrounding crowd couldn’t help but shake their heads and sigh, lanting that after such an intense duel, the victory was decided by forcefully suppressing with Inner Strength, feeling sowhat regretful.
The Retainer in front of Pu Yongyan’s Second Prince displayed a faint smile on his face.
He just used his Qi chanism to sense around several tis, confirming that while the young man was perceptive, he didn’t have even a trace of Qi chanism on him. Even if he knew martial arts, it would be nothing more than minor tricks, making him feel reassured.
Now, with the only one standing up for him defeated and having provoked Tian Qingzi with the recent events, it’s just waiting to see Tian Qingzi and others humiliate him, then he would make his move. With that thought, he felt everything was under his control, appearing even more composed.
At this mont, Ren Yongchang, who seed out of options, suddenly stepped forward. Raising the broken saber, as Wang An’s Inner Qi had just erupted, intending to establish authority, he hadn’t held back. At this mont, his previous strength was gone, and new strength hadn’t yet manifested, causing his evasion speed to slow.
A flash of cold light, and the broken saber was already firmly against his throat. Just a little more force would slit his throat; a Seventh Rank Martial Artist with a slashed throat would die as easily as any ordinary person without martial arts.
Wang An’s body suddenly stiffened, the smiles on the faces of the Tian Qing Sect mbers disappeared before appearing, while in the distance, the Retainer ready to impose their will trembled slightly.
The situation, seemingly in control, slipped into an uncontrollable direction.
He looked up just in ti to see the young man in the house casually throw down a chess piece, twirling on the board, then lazily rise, hands in sleeves, cradling a heater, leisurely walking out, saying:
“It seems the victor is decided.”
“Indeed, Yongchang’s martial arts are a cut above. Does anyone have anything more to say? If not, then as agreed, please leave.”
“I, a re scholar with no strength to truss a chicken, while you are famous Masters from the Jianghu, I believe you would honor your word, wouldn’t you?”
The words were lightly spoken, warm and courteous, but given that they were famous sects from the Jianghu, and the Sect Leader himself instructed his disciples in combat only to lose to a frail scholar, it sounded almost laughable to the bystanders.
The Tian Qing Sect mbers’ complexion changed dramatically. Several disciples couldn’t help but draw their swords, intending to give this oblivious poor scholar a good lesson. For a mont, the sound of swords clanging filled the courtyard, adding to the chill.
At this ti, suddenly, a long howl ca from afar, drifting closer like smoke.
Soon, a figure shot like an angry arrow, swiftly crossing several dozens of yards. Suddenly, there was a series of clinking sounds, with all the weapons breaking and embedding into the ground, startling everyone, and the elder in the carriage snorted coldly, only now realizing an extra person in the courtyard.
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