125: Chapter 107: The Frenzy of Suo Lun!
125: Chapter 107: The Frenzy of Suo Lun!
Suo Lun said, “Starting from now, I will train desperately, practicing the world’s most difficult ‘Disaster of Nine Swords.’ After ten days, we will compete publicly, and we won’t use Dragon Power but purely compare our mastery of swordsmanship.
If you win, I agree to your annulnt, and you won’t need to beco a nun.
But if I win, you will obediently marry .”
However, she still focused on a few keywords, ten days, competition.
Then, Princess Zhining stared with wide, disbelieving eyes at Suo Lun, who had actually proposed such a wager.
Had Suo Lun gone mad with anger?
It should be known that in the realm of swordsmanship, he was a complete novice; he had never practiced swordsmanship before.
And her, Gui Qinshao, for how many years had she been practicing swordsmanship?
She started at the age of four and had been training for sixteen years now.
Moreover, who was her teacher?
It was none other than Sword Master Bi Xiao, almost the world’s number one swordsman.
According to Bi Xiao himself, Gui Qinshao’s talent and comprehension in swordsmanship were truly one in a hundred thousand.
Perhaps inspired by these words, Gui Qinshao trained even more diligently in the Sword Dao, not only improving her swordsmanship but also developing a more and more stunning figure, becoming increasingly devilish.
And the ‘Disaster of Nine Swords’ that Suo Lun ntioned was the most difficult swordsmanship in the world.
This set of sword techniques even went completely against the principles of body chanics, requiring an extrely high level of comprehension to grasp its internal chanical rules and adjust one’s ridians to gradually master and complete it.
If one did not fully comprehend it and forced themselves to perform the moves, the only result would be the ridians being torn apart.
For a normal person to comprehend it, after training for over a decade, just being able to perform the fifth movent would already be pretty impressive.
So what stage had Gui Qinshao reached?
The eighth movent, just the fifth stance!
That’s right, out of nine moves, after more than a decade of training, she had only reached the fifth stance of the eighth movent.
Because the further one progressed in this sword technique, the more difficult it beca—it exponentially increased in complexity.
According to her master, it was extrely rare for Gui Qinshao to have reached the eighth movent in just ten years.
Among his disciples, she could at least rank in the top three.
Therefore, the difficulty and complexity of this set of sword techniques were entirely maddening.
Besides, this set of sword techniques had three major effects.
First, it was arguably the most gorgeous sword technique in the world with the most stunning visual effects.
Second, this set of sword techniques had miraculous effects on tempering the ridians.
Every swordsman in the world needed to temper their ridians to maintain the agility and explosive strength of the limbs.
The infuriatingly difficult moves of ‘Disaster of Nine Swords’ were an utter tornt for the ridians and muscles.
Third, it was used to show off skills.
If you claim your swordsmanship is high-level, then perform ‘Disaster of Nine Swords’ and the level of your skills will be apparent at a glance.
So, ‘Disaster of Nine Swords’ seed like a set of sword techniques specifically designed to tornt swordsn.
Without eight to ten years of hard training, you better not attempt to use this set of techniques—it would be too embarrassing.
And Suo Lun, he claid that he would diligently train for ten days, then compete with Gui Qinshao, wasn’t this sheer madness?
It was as if a kindergartner, holding a basketball, ran up to Jordan and said, “Let’s compete in dunking.”
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“Suo Lun, what the hell are you doing?” Gui Qinshao still couldn’t believe it and asked, “Is your brain broken?”
Suo Lun replied seriously, “Do you want to wager or not?
If you do, let’s make a contract in public, in front of everyone.”
If Princess Zhining were here at this mont, she would definitely advise never to make such a contract, as she was tricked by him in just this way.
“Look, no matter how you see it, I’m bound to lose,” Suo Lun said.
“So what are you afraid of?”
Gui Qinshao instinctively glanced at her father, Gui Xingfu.
Pretending to be unconscious, Gui Xingfu’s mind spun rapidly, desperately trying to find any traps in Suo Lun’s wager, but after thinking countless tis, he felt there were no traps at all, and it was a wager Suo Lun was destined to lose.
For Suo Lun to win against Gui Qinshao in swordsmanship would truly be as unlikely as the Nu River flowing backwards.
If Suo Lun had such capability, it would be as if he were the Dragon Emperor himself.
So, Gui Xingfu made no reaction, still feigning unconsciousness.
Gui Qinshao, on the other hand, was deeply moved.
In the pri of her youth, she was incredibly beautiful – how could she willingly confine herself to the Dragon Temple to endure hardship?
Once inside the Dragon Temple, it would be difficult to leave.
The so-called hardship was real, spending day and night in seclusion – it was no different from prison.
Gui Qinshao, who loved the excitent and adored the passionate yet inferior gaze of countless n upon her, how could she bear the thought of asceticism in the Dragon Temple?
Better to die than endure such a fate.
“Is that a deal?” Gui Qinshao asked, “If you lose, will you stop pestering relentlessly?”
Suo Lun replied, “If I lose, I’ll voluntarily terminate the marriage contract and set you completely free.
If I pester you again, may I be struck by lightning.”
Gui Qinshao almost ground her teeth to pieces, that scoundrel never forgot to take advantage of her with every word.
Then, she firmly said, “Fine, I’ll make this wager with you.
In ten days, we’ll duel with swords.
If you win, I will marry you, and if I renege, may I be struck by lightning.”
“Add one more line,” Suo Lun said.
“If you renege, may your Gui Family Clan beco extinct.”
Upon hearing these words, Gui Xingfu, lying on the ground pretending to be unconscious, nearly jumped up—what a vicious little thief.
Gui Qinshao was nearly bursting with rage, and through gritted teeth, she said, “Fine, if I renege, may my Gui Family Clan beco extinct.”
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