The gods began by supporting Guo Jing to become emperor

Chapter 374 The First Battle of the Twin Peaks, Flooding the Buddha's Knees
"Who are you?"

Faced with the impending battle, Nie Renwang did not rush to the appointment, but looked at his opponent with a solemn expression. Today's battle has attracted people from all directions, and the consequences are unpredictable. If he came alone, it would be fine, but his son Nie Feng is with him.

Before the small boat reached the shore, Su Ming lightly touched the ground with his toes, and his whole body disappeared into the clouds like a swallow, graceful and elegant. "I am Su Ming."

In the blink of an eye, Su Ming was in front of Nie Renwang. The middle-aged man in front of him was dressed in coarse cloth clothes, but they were very clean. His face was weathered but steady. What was most eye-catching was the child he was holding. The child was exquisitely beautiful, with bright and childlike eyes. He was very intelligent and held a treasured sword as tall as himself in his arms. The scabbard was blue.

He sensed a very similar aura between the father and son, a violent and mad demon hidden in their bloodline.

In an instant, Su Ming guessed their identities; there was no one else but Nie Feng and his son.

This energy is the "mad blood" passed down through generations of the Nie family. Long ago, Nie Feng's ancestor, Nie Ying, was famous throughout the martial arts world for his Six Secrets of Frost and Snow Drink. At that time, the Fire Qilin wreaked havoc everywhere.

To save the world, Nie Ying resolutely fought the Fire Qilin. The two fought for several days and nights outside Lingyun Cave. Nie Ying finally wounded the Fire Qilin, but also accidentally swallowed its blood.

After that, Nie Ying's power increased dramatically, but he often felt a strange and intense killing intent spreading in his blood. In order to avoid bringing disaster to the martial arts world, Nie Ying locked himself in Lingyun Cave with iron chains until his death.

These messages floated through Su Ming's mind, and his gaze softened as he looked at Nie Feng.

"My name is Nie Renwang."

Nie Renwang clasped his hands in greeting to Su Ming, but when his gaze fell upon Su Ming, he was stunned. It was not only because the person in front of him was handsome, but also because of the aura he exuded. It was elegant, calm, free and easy, and very clean.

"Brother, have you come to watch the battle?"

Su Ming looked up at the clouds in the sky. "Watching the battle is secondary. I came here to see Xiong Ba, the leader of the World Society. Although Duan Shuai and you are the main characters in this battle, it is Xiong Ba who is controlling this duel."

In an instant, the rain intensified.

"boom!"

Thunder bolts flashed through the clouds, like dragons and snakes dancing wildly.

The sky darkened instantly, and the river at the foot of the Buddha also became dim and deep under this strange sky. The waves surged one after another, their roar seemingly echoing the thunder and lightning, as if foreshadowing something.

In short, Nie Renwang's weathered face was full of bitter smiles. "Brother, you are well-informed. I originally wanted to retire, but Xiong Ba and my wife came to my door. I had no choice but to come out of the mountains to fight."

Speaking of Nie Renwang's wife, Nie Feng's mother, one has to say that she's a typical strong person. Even after having a child, she can still keep a bunch of big shots dreaming about her. That's truly amazing talent.

Just then, a majestic and powerful voice echoed from the top of the Buddha statue, "Where is Nie Renwang?"

Nie Renwang, who was about to speak again, smiled apologetically, leaped up, and with a few light taps on his body, arrived on the Buddha's head.

After Nie Renwang left, Nie Feng stood obediently next to Su Ming. Su Ming patted his head and pulled him to sit on the Buddha's lap. Soon after, another child appeared. He was about the same age as Nie Feng. The two children got together and soon became good playmates.

……

Meanwhile, atop the Buddha's head, two figures stood facing each other, their hair tousled by the wind, yet their aura grew ever stronger.

In the past, some people said they would never have the chance to see the two greatest masters from the north and south of the world compete. But today, their wish has finally come true, and they will be able to see the two greatest masters of the world fight to the top.

On the banks of the great river, martial arts practitioners craned their necks to watch, eager to know which would prevail: the Fire Kirin Sword or the Snow Drinking Saber.

In the wind and rain, a man dressed in coarse cloth, with a full face of black beard and a head of short, disheveled hair, looked like a tiger that had just awakened, ready to devour someone.

On the other side, a slender figure stood there, his face calm and his expression cold. His sword-like eyes faintly revealed an indescribable evil aura. He held a sword in his hand, the emerald hilt glowing red, which was even more sinister. He did not feel like a cold, lifeless thing, but rather like a ferocious beast.

They were the protagonists of this contest: Nie Renwang and Duan Shuai.

Nie Renwang went into battle for his wife Yan Ying, while Duan Shuai went into battle to restore the prestige of the Duan family and achieve his own success by riding on the fame of Xueyin Kuangdao. However, looking at his opponent, Duan Shuai couldn't help but frown.

"Where's your knife?"

He was asking about Snow Drinking Mad Saber. Facing this long-awaited battle, he had prepared carefully for many days and conserved his energy. However, his opponent did not bring his family's heirloom weapon. What he had hanging at his waist was just a woodcutter's knife.

Upon hearing this, Nie Renwang's eyes gleamed, "A woodcutter's knife is enough."

As soon as he finished speaking, he leaped up and took the lead. In the instant he pounced, the woodcutter's knife was already in his hand. The cold, chilling aura formed by his strength spread out instantly. Where the woodcutter's knife passed, the raindrops turned into ice particles, which rolled towards Duan Shuai like an ice dragon, trapping him inside.

It is the "Ice Sealing Three Feet" technique from the Six Secrets of Aohan, a martial art passed down in the Nie family.

Seeing his opponent make a move, Duan Shuai sighed inwardly. Even if he won today, it would be hard to convince anyone. The enhancement a divine weapon gives to a martial artist is not as simple as one plus one equals two.

But today, it was enough that Nie Renwang had come. In the instant the blade was about to strike, Duan Shuai slid out of the area shrouded in cold air with lightning speed and stood tall. "Enough. This battle is already on the verge of being fought. But I have one more request that I must make."

Nie Renwang suppressed his fighting spirit and stared at his opponent. "Speak freely."

Duan Shuai sighed softly, "If I am defeated in this battle, please teach my only son martial arts and guide him to become a talent."

Nie Renwang was taken aback, then felt relieved. It turned out that the other party was worried about the flesh and blood who depended on him for survival. As a father, he could understand the other party's thoughts. Faced with this request, he agreed without hesitation!
"it is good!"

Upon hearing this, Duan Shuai's worries vanished, and he solemnly said, "Even if you are defeated, I will treat your only son as my own and raise him with all my might."

At this moment, Nie Renwang's fighting spirit could no longer be suppressed. Having retired from the world for so many years, he had never felt such a strong urge to fight. Even more so, he was consumed by an unquenchable hatred. He had been willing to give up everything for his wife, Yan Ying, but who could have imagined that she would betray him and their son, abandoning him for Xiong Ba's embrace? At this moment, he was consumed by rage.

He refused outright, saying, "No need. If I, Nie Renwang, fall under your sword, my son will be free from all worries and entanglements, focusing solely on the sword and advancing triumphantly."

However, he knew that his son Nie Feng was too kind-hearted to do these things, but with a great battle imminent, he could not afford to be sentimental.

Upon hearing Duan Shuai's words, he felt much relieved. Perhaps the two of them were truly kindred spirits and rivals.

Immediately afterward, they fell silent. In the instant their eyes met, Nie Renwang's woodcutter's knife appeared in a flash. A blinding flash of light, and an overwhelming barrage of blade energy swept across Duan Shuai's vital points like a torrential rain, impenetrable to any force. Duan Shuai's family's "Eclipse Sword Technique" was equally extraordinary. With a casual swing of his sinister longsword, he unleashed the move "White Sun Breaks the Dawn." Sword energy erupted like streaks of light, dazzlingly bright.

The aura of swords and blades surged and roared, captivating the martial arts heroes below the Buddha statue.

Sitting on the Buddha's lap, Su Ming glanced at it, then shook his head and sighed, "Eclipse Sword Technique, what a pity. Relying on the advantage of divine weapons, it is difficult to be ranked among the top sword techniques in the world. Commander Duan is going to lose."

At this moment, Duan Lang, who was playing with Nie Feng nearby, heard this and ran up to him in a few steps. He glared at him and said angrily, "Nonsense! How could my dad possibly lose? He's the best!"

In childhood, in a child's young mind, the father is always omnipotent and nothing can defeat him. But as they grow up, they realize that the world is vast and that the father is just a father, not omnipotent.

Su Ming chuckled, reached out and ruffled his hair, and said nothing more.

……

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the children who were playing had to take shelter in the cave. Nie Feng held the Snow Drinking Saber, looking dazed. Duan Lang looked at the sky outside and kept glancing at the Buddha's head, eager to know the outcome of the battle.

They are both too young to understand what this means. Duan Shuai carries the reputation of the Duan family on his shoulders, while Nie Renwang is determined to find his wife. They both have reasons why they must win.

However, they are all leaders in their respective fields, renowned throughout the martial arts world, and their skill levels are not far apart. Only a true life-or-death struggle can determine the victor. But in such a situation, it is difficult to stop, and a single move can mean the difference between life and death.

Time slowly passed, and the sword and saber energy on the Buddha's head kept flashing. Even from a distance, onlookers could feel the power contained within it. Perhaps those two could seriously injure them with a single move.

After an unknown amount of time, Duan Lang grew impatient and began to talk to Nie Feng, who was standing nearby. Their similar experiences and encounters had turned these two strangers into close friends who could talk about anything.

Seeing this, Su Ming smiled. Children's friendships are so simple.

As the two chatted, the sky grew increasingly gloomy, thunder roared and lightning flashed incessantly, and the waves of the river grew larger and larger, as if aided by the wind and rain, becoming increasingly turbulent and threatening to sweep across both banks.

"Wow!"

Giant waves rolled in, one of which rose more than ten feet high, reaching up to the Buddha's knees. In an instant, the two children in the cave turned pale with fright, frozen in place, at a loss for what to do. The sudden change happened in an instant, and it was too late to react.

Nie Feng gripped the treasured sword tightly and shouted, "Duan Lang, dodge quickly..."

Duan Lang stared blankly at the waves before him, muttering to himself, "The water is submerging the Buddha's knees!"

In the blink of an eye, they were struck by a giant wave that surged up from the river and swept into the water. As they swayed, Nie Feng held tightly to Duan Lang's hand, and the two small figures floated in the water.

One wave rises, another begins.

The next moment, the two, who had not yet regained their balance, were once again tossed high into the air by the waves.

"The floodwaters are finally coming, reaching the Buddha's knees!"

Unbeknownst to him, Su Ming had already arrived in the center of the great river. Gazing at the cave next to the Buddha statue, his eyes were full of curiosity. As for the two little ones, he didn't need to worry about them. After all, one was the protagonist and the other was a supporting character. How could they possibly die in this mere river?

"Wow!"

The towering waves, the surging river water, not only submerged the Buddha's knees, but practically soared into the sky, reaching almost to the Buddha's head.

The wandering swordsmen on the shore had no choice but to move further away to avoid being caught up in the drama. Watching the show was enjoyable, but they couldn't risk their lives.

At this moment, the two children were like a small boat in a raging storm. The waves suddenly crashed down, and they had nothing to hold onto. They plummeted straight down the mountainside. If nothing had gone wrong, they would have been covered in blood and shattered to pieces.

Even though Duan Lang lived here, he had never seen such a change before and was already terrified. Only Nie Feng had a calm expression, his young face full of composure.

"pay close attention!"

Just as they were falling, Nie Feng flipped his right hand behind his back, and a white light suddenly appeared amidst the splashing water. It was the Snow Drinking Blade. The white light, like a rainbow, swept across the slippery mountain wall and was forcefully pierced by Nie Feng, immediately stopping the two of them from falling.

Since they were only small children, they didn't fall for long, and the two children ended up hanging on the cliff face.

……

At the same time, swords flashed endlessly on the top of the Buddha, and two figures fought as they moved from the Buddha's head to its body and then to its knees.

The two fought for a long time. Although they had divine weapons, it was Duan Shuai who was showing signs of defeat. It turned out that he saw that Nie Renwang did not wield the Snow Drinking Saber and was unwilling to rely on the advantage of the Fire Kirin Sword. The sword was not drawn and he was forced to retreat step by step by the sword energy.

As the two fought, a strange change suddenly occurred amidst the drizzling rain. A figure slowly emerged from the previously empty narrow path, cleaving the towering waves and splashing water in two before it.

The three exuded the sharp aura unique to swordsmen. There were two adults and one child. The younger one was a black-clad youth with a cold face, as if he could neither cry nor laugh. Beside him were two sinister-looking men.

The moment the two appeared, Su Ming glanced at them.

With just one glance, the smiles on their faces froze. Apart from the black-clad youth, a flash of blood appeared out of nowhere in their throats, killing them instantly.

The two people beside him died silently. The black-clad youth was Bu Jingyun. Even though he was indifferent, he couldn't help but feel fear when facing an unknown enemy.

At the same time, a question arose in my mind: why wasn't I dead?
Su Ming knew without guessing who this combination was. Apart from Bu Jingyun, no other child in the world would have such an expression. As for the other two, they were just there for the ride.

The battle continued, but he no longer cared. Nie Renwang had the "mad blood" in his body. Although this was an incurable disease that had plagued the ancestors of the Nie family for generations, it was also their opportunity. As long as they recovered after the mad blood flared up, their martial arts skills could be further improved. Nie Renwang had already had one flare-up, otherwise he wouldn't have gone into battle with a woodcutter's knife.

As for Duan Shuai, although the Fire Kirin Sword in his hand was not drawn, the evil aura emanating from the hilt was even stronger than that of the swordsman, and even became one with Duan Shuai. Swords are weapons of evil, and this kind of evil weapon is even more ferocious. To control it, one must subdue one's heart; otherwise, it is not the man who controls the sword, but the sword that controls the man.

One wields a woodcutter's knife, the other still relies on the Fire Kirin Sword; the difference in their abilities is clear.

(End of this chapter)