Hyper-fusion, I have infinite forms.

Chapter 113: Mars Sword Lord?

"start!"

As Cong Shiyun loudly announced the start of the game, Zhou Yan and Li Guanqi approached quickly at the same time.

Although the pace is fast, it is not an explosive charge.

Both men held their swords in one hand, and with every step they took, the direction of their arms and wrists and the direction of the tip of the swords kept changing.

This is about adjusting one's own stance according to the other's posture, in order to ensure the advantage in the actual fight.

Cong Shiyun stood aside and watched, with a smile on his face.

He had watched the previous battles between the two carefully.

Li Guanqi was undoubtedly gifted and was taught by the Sword Master. From the very beginning, it was obvious that his Nanming swordsmanship had reached a master-level level of perfection.

But no matter how powerful Li Guanqi is, he is just an external genius who was inexplicably arranged by the Sword Master to be airdropped to Yicheng.

Even if he really won, he would not stay in Yicheng.

After all, he was not as pleasing as Zhou Yan brought by Luo Xuan under his command.

Zhou Yan is different. First of all, he is an elite brought up by Luo Xuan, a junior who knows him well. After the exchange competition, he will officially follow Luo Xuan to work in the Demon Extermination Department of Lihuo Pavilion.

This is the future direct lineage.

What's more, with his sharp eyesight, how could he not see that since the beginning of the melee, Zhou Yan had shown a stronger momentum than before in almost every game.

This guy's growth rate is incredible!

Of course he hoped that the winner would be Zhou Yan.

Just as Cong Shiyun's mind was racing, Zhou Yan and Li Guanqi had already faced off.

The two men raised their hands almost at the same time, the metal sword blades reflected white light, and immediately hit each other in an instant.

when!
The swords collided and bounced away.

Li Guanqi's eyes moved slightly.

"Zhou Yan, your power has indeed reached the peak of the fierce level!"

'But so do I!'

He curled the corners of his mouth slightly, turned his wrist, and the long sword in his right hand instantly turned into a shadow.

Crazy crow!

Boo hoo hoo.
Dang Dang Dang.
In just a moment, Li Guanqi's fierce attack, as intensive as a rainstorm, was blocked by Zhou Yan's counterattack with the same posture.

The two of them used the same secret sword technique.

In an instant, the audience saw a gorgeous silver-white sword net interweaving between the two people.

Along with this, there were also a lot of sparks produced by the collision of swords.

"So fast!" When many students saw the two men's secret swords, their faces turned pale and they felt ashamed.

"So fast!" All the hall owners were amazed, and even felt that the two young men's attainments in secret swordsmanship might not be lower than their own.

"Zhou Yan has actually grown to this extent?" Luo Xuan stared at Zhou Yan intently, and even when Luo Ke, who was beside him, pinched his thigh excitedly, he didn't care to teach him a lesson.

She felt that she had made too many mistakes in recent times.

"Is there really a genius in the world who has risen from an ordinary person to the top of the fierce level in just one month?"

'No, if Zhou Yan is just a genius.'

Then wouldn't people like her, who were praised by many great figures as geniuses once in a century, become a joke?

Just when countless people were amazed.

The fight between Zhou Yan and Li Guanqi's Crazy Crows in the field has reached its most intense moment.

Even though they were specially made swords for competition, under the wielding of two peak-level warriors with a force at least four times that of an ordinary person, the swords of both sides collided at high speeds, and even though they were not sharpened, many tiny cracks appeared on the blades of their respective swords.
Li Guanqi felt the slight numbness in his right wrist. He marveled at Zhou Yan's domineering power, but at the same time he smiled with burning eyes.

"Zhou Yan, you should have noticed the gap between our swordsmanship."

'Warm-up is over. Next, I won't let go!'

As he muttered to himself, Li Guanqi's aura suddenly changed.

In an instant, the same sword moves, the same person, and the same sword suddenly took on different meanings.

How could someone who is favored by the Sword Master and accepted as his personal disciple even though he is over the age be ordinary?

"Here it comes!" Cong Shiyun's eyes flashed.

"The opponent who claims to be born with sword bones is going to be serious, Zhou Yan, can you block it?"

Li Guanqi's sword suddenly stopped in the midst of the fierce attacks, and stabbed towards Zhou Yan's chest from the angle like an antelope hanging its horns.

This transformation from extreme movement to extreme stillness and then back to extreme movement was completed just in time when Zhou Yan and he were both retracting their strength and bouncing away after their sword fight.

The next moment, the sword tip had already reached Zhou Yan's open chest, and instantly put Zhou Yan into a desperate situation.

In a split second, the two had gone from a high-speed duel of the Mad Crow Secret Sword to a duel of the winner!
The situation changed so quickly that most people in the audience were unable to react.

Those who were able to react had an idea in their minds.

'Li Guanqi won!'

In a flash, Zhou Yan raised his hand and slashed back, and a silver-white sword light suddenly appeared.

when!
There was a loud bang.

The two scarred swords collided—and broke on the spot!
Li Guanqi was shocked by the unexpected scene in front of him and subconsciously looked at the half-broken sword that was chopped off, but he reacted immediately in just a moment.

'Oops! ’

The next moment, his body, which was about to move, suddenly froze.

Another broken sword lay across his throat.

The hilt of the sword was actually held in Zhou Yan's hand.

Li Guanqi raised his eyes and looked towards Zhou Yan, and could see the sparkling left eye beneath the mask.

There was a faint smile in those eyes.

"Who said that a broken sword can't kill people?"

"You lost."

After saying that, Zhou Yan slashed his throat with a sword without hesitation, then turned around.

Behind him, Li Guanqi, who had suffered a severe blow to the throat, felt the protective gear locking his entire body joints. He gave up trying to resist with his strong physique and fell backwards helplessly.

The two broken swords flew high up and then fell to the ground.

Most people reacted quickly and looked down at the two sword fighters.

All I saw was the scene of Li Guanqi falling down helplessly.

"First round! Zhou Yan wins!" Cong Shiyun beside him shouted quickly, his voice slightly excited. The native swordsman who emerged from the sword hall of the small city of Yicheng, defeated the genius who was airborne from the headquarters of Suzaku Palace!
The whole audience couldn't help but burst into an uproar.

In the audience, Luo Ke hugged the surprised Luo Xuan beside her and said, "Sister! Look! Zhou Yan won!"

Luo Xuan was a little stunned: "Without hesitation, he used the broken sword to cut his throat. So, the result of the broken sword was also within Zhou Yan's expectations?"

Such means would certainly make sense if they were in the hands of someone who had experienced many battles on the battlefield.

But why did Zhou Yan have this kind of awareness?

On the field, Cong Shiyun took two steps forward, squatted down and unlocked Li Guanqi's protective gear: "Guanqi, don't be discouraged by the temporary failure. I think your swordsmanship is stronger than Zhou Yan's. Come on and try again."

Unexpectedly, Li Guanqi, who had recovered, took off his mask, smiled and shook his head at Cong Shiyun.

Then he stood up, made a series of gestures to Zhou Yan, bowed slightly to Zhou Yan with both hands on the hilt of the sword, and then turned and left the arena.

He gave in.

Before entering the passage, Li Guanqi looked back at Zhou Yan who was standing there, with a flash of unyielding spirit in his eyes.

'I lost this time, I have nothing to say.'

"But there is still a long way to go. You and I both still have time to grow. There will be plenty of opportunities to compete again in the future."

Zhou Yan was slightly stunned when he saw Li Guanqi leaving so swiftly, then he shrugged indifferently.

Well, he will win anyway if the fight continues.

Even if there hadn't been this "accident" of the broken sword, even though Li Guanqi was extremely talented, he had still practiced swordsmanship for almost a year longer than Zhou Yan.

However, Zhou Yan's victory today was achieved by limiting his physical fitness to the fierce level.

In other words, he did not take any advantage of Li Guanqi in this victory.

But he is not a pedantic person.

If Li Guanqi did not admit defeat and chose to continue fighting, he would have been able to defeat him with his experience in swordsmanship.

Then Zhou Yan would definitely use more power without hesitation.

If the peak "40" physique is not enough, he will use "50", "60" or even "70".

If his skills cannot keep up, he will unleash greater acumen and spirit, and completely crush his opponent in terms of reaction and body control.

After all, the opponent was able to reach the peak of the fierce level in just one year. Even if it was due to his own genius, didn't he also enjoy a lot of resources that ordinary people couldn't enjoy to become stronger so quickly?
Only those geniuses can enjoy this convenience, so Zhou Yan certainly feels at ease!
All these powers of his were gained through risking his life while traveling in the world of disasters. He would use them when necessary without any psychological barriers.

By then, Li Guanqi's defeat will be even more embarrassing than it is now.

After such a simple thought, Zhou Yan was about to turn around and leave, but was stopped by Cong Shiyun.

The Pavilion Master looked at him as if he was looking at a priceless treasure.

"Zhou Yan, you did a great job! You saved the glory of Yicheng." Cong Shiyun said in a crisp voice, "Tomorrow when we fight Nie Luo from the military, you must also show some strength."

"Nie Luo." Zhou Yan repeated in a low voice and said with a smile: "The one Pavilion Master Cong was talking about was the big guy with short hair."

"Yes, have you seen it?" Cong Shiyun asked curiously.

"Yeah." Zhou Yan nodded. "He's the first one to go to the training ground every morning, and I guess he's also the last one to leave."

"Indeed, that kid is very hardworking." Cong Shiyun sighed and glanced at Zhou Yan, "Don't let your guard down. Although Nie Luo is not a swordsmanship genius, he is a diligent genius. Moreover, as a military officer, his daily combat training simulates life-and-death combat. He won't be like Li Guanqi who can't react at the critical moment."

"Yeah." Zhou Yan did not refute Cong Shiyun, but responded obediently.

Just like that, with Li Guanqi's admission of defeat, Zhou Yan successfully won the top position among the many elite students in the sword hall under the Lihuo Pavilion in Yicheng.

Perhaps because this was just a small internal competition and the audience were mostly from the same school, this final battle did not cause much waves.

There wasn't even any strict award ceremony or commendation meeting.

The only difference was that after Zhou Yan left the scene, when he received Luo Xuan's notification and was on his way to meet up, this time no one was paying attention to him.

Instead, from time to time, people he knew or didn’t know would take the initiative to say hello to him.

Most of them are students, but there are also quite a few gym owners.

Zhou Yan responded politely all the way until he reached the top floor of the Lihuo Pavilion office building.

He glanced at the sign on the door.

[Pavilion Master——Cong Shiyun]

That’s right, Luo Xuan asked him to meet in the Pavilion Master’s office.

'It seems that after this exchange meeting, Luo Xuan has successfully squeezed into the circle of Lihuo Pavilion.'

Zhou Yan thought so and knocked on the door.

"Zhou Yan, right? Come in!" Cong Shiyun's voice came out with a smile.

Zhou Yan simply opened the door and walked in. He looked up and was stunned.

All the people I saw were familiar faces.

Cong Shiyun, Luo Xuan and Luo Ke are fine.

It is understandable that Li Guanqi is here.

However, another person in the office caught him off guard.

He subconsciously opened his mouth to say hello, but saw the man waved at him secretly.

So he adjusted his tone sharply and nodded to Cong Shiyun and said hello: "Master Cong, we meet again."

"Haha." Cong Shiyun smiled slightly, "Zhou Yan, I specially asked you to come up here. In addition to wanting to talk to you about your future treatment, I also want to introduce you to an important person."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and pointed at the old man next to him.

"This is the master who is watching the chess game, one of the great elders of the Suzaku Palace, the Mars Sword Master - Elder Zhang."

Zhou Yan calmed his expression and bowed to Elder Zhang: "Hello, Elder Zhang, I am Zhou Yan."

"Easy to say."

The elder Zhang looked at Zhou Yan with a smile: "You actually defeated my beloved disciple, Zhou Yan, you really exceeded my expectations!"

"By the way, I haven't introduced myself yet."

"My name is Zhang Daosheng."

That’s right, the legendary Mars Sword Master was actually the mysterious old man who came to the door that night.

Zhou Yan saw Zhang Daosheng's smiling face and nodded in agreement: "Elder Zhang, I have long heard of your great name."

After saying hello, he couldn't help but turn around to look at Luo Xuan and Luo Ke.

Luo Ke looked confused.

Luo Xuan's eyes were indeed cold.

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