Infinite Mask Game.

Chapter 379 Swordplay Duel
With the Five Lucky Rats' hints, Wei Miao already understood.

After having a few cups of tea, she quietly returned to the Secretariat.

She had just sat down in the study when someone announced that Fu Zhouwen had come to visit.

He contributed a great deal to this battle, so he had the confidence to come to their door openly and honestly.

However, he was also sensible, knowing that the staff of the Imperial Secretariat had been extremely busy these past few days and had only been able to catch their breath today.

Wei Miao received him in the lobby.

Fu Zhouwen, holding his sword sheath, got straight to the point: "I've hit a bottleneck in swordsmanship. I was fortunate enough to witness the battle between the Grand Eunuch and the rebels, and I was awestruck. The way of the saber is similar to the way of the sword, and we can learn from each other. Therefore, I would like to have a friendly exchange with the Grand Eunuch."

“No problem, no problem,” Wei Miao replied with a smile. “However, I have one condition.”

"Our company's chief clerk, Lu Ci, is quite accomplished in swordsmanship. We would like to invite you to spar with her first."

"No problem, no problem," Fu Zhouwen readily agreed.

Lu Ci spent most of his time operating within the territory of the vassal king and had little contact with the martial arts world. Fu Zhouwen only knew of such a person's existence, and that he possessed top-tier cultivation.

He guessed that the supervisor cared about his subordinates and wanted to ask him to give the other party some pointers on swordsmanship.

As the leader of the most prestigious swordsmanship sect in the martial arts world, he was very confident in his swordsmanship and inevitably had a somewhat arrogant attitude towards all swordsmen.

When Lu Ci received the order and stepped into the main hall, he immediately saw Fu Zhouwen sitting in the guest seat.

Even though she was mentally prepared, she still had to expend a great deal of mental energy to control her facial muscles in order to maintain a normal expression.

“You…” Fu Zhouwen was momentarily stunned.

When Lu Ci resolutely abandoned her identity as a disciple of the Cloud Peak Sword Sect, she found a master from the Mingding Sect to disguise her. Otherwise, she was once a prominent figure in the martial arts world and would have been easily recognized.

However, disguise only slightly adjusts the facial features, changing some characteristics, but does not alter the bone structure.

She and Fu Zhouwen were fellow students and spent a lot of time together.

Upon seeing her face, Fu Zhou was momentarily dazed, his expression complex.

But he ultimately did not voice his doubts; he simply sighed.

Because whether some things are true or false is no longer important. My junior sister has already made her choice, and bringing this up will only make things awkward for both of us and will not help the situation.

Seeing this, Lu Ci was slightly surprised. The once spirited young man had eventually become mature and reserved, carefully considering his words and actions.

Wei Miao stood up, interrupting their staring contest: "It's not convenient to fight in the manor, let's go out of the city first."

During sword duels, the sword energy often possesses tremendous cutting power, capable of dismantling surrounding buildings into irregularly shaped blocks.

The two composed themselves and followed Wei Miao out of the city to the outskirts of the capital.

The outskirts of Beijing are mountainous, with rugged terrain, towering peaks and lush vegetation, and overgrown weeds.

"Just here."

The group had not gone far when they stopped in a wasteland.

The surrounding area is sparsely wooded, deserted, and open.

Wei Miao stood at the edge of the grass with great interest, while the little black dragon perched on her shoulder occasionally lifted its eyes to glance at her, showing little interest.

Lu Ci and Fu Zhouwen both drew their swords and stood silently facing each other.

Fu Zhouwen held the famous sword "Yunhen".

Lu Ci's sword is named "Xin Yan". It is a two-handed sword with a blade that shines like cold light on snow. It is sharp and cold.

Fu Zhouwen said seriously, "I will suppress my strength to the peak of the super first-class level."

Swordsmanship only has meaning when the skill levels are similar.

Otherwise, they would have been easily defeated based on physical ability alone. This is not an insult; on the contrary, it shows how much Fu Zhouwen values ​​the competition.

He wanted to do his best to eliminate other factors and let swordsmanship determine the outcome of the battle to the greatest extent possible.

After vaguely guessing Lu Ci's identity, Fu Zhouwen put away his sense of superiority as a sword immortal and understood Wei Miao's true purpose.

With Lu Ci's talent, if she wins this match, she can break free from the past, emerge from that competition that can be called a turning point in her life, and challenge the Seven Sects.

Even knowing that victory was very important to Lu Ci, Fu Zhouwen still planned to go all out.

Kendo is a very pure thing, and it should not be mixed with useless emotions such as pity. He has adhered to this principle ever since he became a "swordman".

Lu Ci was no exception. She had initially fallen short in swordsmanship, but she never gave up on her training.

Over the years, they have each had their own experiences, and now it's time to see who has grown the most.

The outcome is still uncertain; anything is possible.

As they locked eyes, they charged forward almost simultaneously.

The next moment, the two swords clashed together.

The two constantly shifted positions, their sword energy flying everywhere.

Wei Miao took a step to the left, casually dodging an incoming frost-colored sword aura, and carefully observed the sword techniques of the two.

Of course, she had her own motives. She rarely had the opportunity to observe duels between extraordinary individuals. As Fu Zhouwen said, swordsmanship is similar to knife skills; she also needed to learn from the techniques of others, adapt them to her own use, and enrich her own methods.

Both Lu Ci and Fu Zhouwen's sword techniques tend to be ethereal and light, appearing and disappearing without a trace.

Fu Zhouwen's strength lies in his speed; his sword strikes are unseen, leaving his opponents with little chance to react.

The characteristic of Lu Ci is its skill; it has the feel of using minimal force to overcome great strength, and can complete attacks or defenses with small movements, making its sword path unpredictable.

Wei Miao's swordsmanship also tends to be simple and swift. She enjoys seeing the two of them use their skills together, which often impresses her and allows her to witness the techniques that bring their styles to the extreme in both offense and defense.

In an instant, the two had exchanged hundreds of blows, testing each other's offensive and defensive limits and correcting their outdated understandings.

Once we've gathered enough information, the real test will begin.

In the back-and-forth exchanges, it was inevitable that both sides would win or lose, and both were injured. Lu Ci's injuries were mostly on his torso, while Fu Zhouwen's were mostly on his limbs.

Blood stained the cuts on their clothes, but for martial artists with vigorous vitality, these were negligible flesh wounds that did not hinder their movement. On the contrary, they boosted their spirits and made them fight even more fiercely.

Fu Zhouwen deflected Lu Ci's slanted thrust with a single sword stroke, the fine blue-green sword energy completely dissolved by the frost-colored ripples.

"The Mortal World Ends, the Wild Goose Treads on Snow!"

Fu Zhouwen swung his sword, the strong blade of Yunhen bracing against Xinyan's weak blade. The tip of the sword drew a frosty arc, circling from above to Xinyan's right side, presenting a downward thrusting motion.

Despite appearing to be at a disadvantage, Lu Ci remained calm and composed.

Skills and sword techniques often complement each other; when skills are countered, that's when sword techniques come into play.

"Green Jade Table - Fish and Dragon Dance!"

The cyan sword light split into four, directly piercing towards Fu Zhouwen, as if it were a suicide mission.

The lingering frost-colored spiritual energy in the air suddenly unleashed a ring of sword energy, extinguishing the cyan sword light.

Lu Ci used the force of the wind to retreat quickly, avoiding Fu Zhouwen's attack.

The emergence of ultimate sword techniques gradually intensified the battle between the two.

The two displayed their extraordinary skills, employing a variety of sword techniques in a back-and-forth exchange.

The final battle begins when all the familiar moves have been used up.