I've never felt happy to become an immortal.

Chapter 174 Evil Must Be Killed

For anyone at the scene, it would take excellent eyesight to figure out what had just happened.

Even among those who were also strategists, only a few were able to see clearly what had just happened.

Many people only saw a beautiful girl rush out of the crowd, trying to stop the clash between Zhuque Sword and Ruan Changfeng, but they didn't see how the two separated.

After a blinding flash.

Ruan Changfeng had been forced back to the doorway, and the Vermilion Bird Sword had also retreated two and a half steps, leaving only the woman standing in the center of the inn, with a desolate sword floating half a foot in front of her.

Then the sword was sheathed and returned to Bai Xuan's hand.

A sword returns to shore.

This move left the swordsmen present completely dumbfounded.

thump...

Xu Tingfeng dropped his white cane on the ground, then picked it up again. Despite being a patient with selective blindness whose vision was closed, he stared intently, trying to make sense of things.

Which swordsman wouldn't want a skill like the Sword Control Technique, which combines style and power?

Although it is a basic skill for true cultivators, the system is different. In the True Martial system, even if you reach the Grandmaster level, many people do not know that there is such a skill as flying sword, and it takes a long time to learn it.

It is unprecedented to see someone who can control a flying sword at the Finger Profound Realm.

Bai Xuan's casual act of wiping his bottom with a leaf stunned them. Their eyes were like those of children seeing Transformers for the first time, unable to look away for a moment, like country bumpkins who had never seen the world.

If those on the Crouching Dragon List are like this, then it goes without saying that people outside the martial arts world are like this.

"Holy crap, what was that just now? Am I seeing things?"

Why are you pinching me?!

"The pain means it wasn't an illusion; that was a flying sword just now?"

"It's true that the White Moonlight could fly with a sword in the storybooks... but isn't that just a storybook? Is what the storyteller said true?"

"Storytellers' stories are often based on real people. Apart from the romantic relationships, most of the stories in the stories can be believed."

"What do you mean the romance scenes are fake? That's clearly real, absolutely real!"

"You traitor to the King of Yun, take this from my Luoyang shovel!"

Some people in the crowd were discussing the flying swords, while others were watching the people in the arena.

Who is that young lady?

"I don't recognize him, but he looks familiar."

"Where does it look familiar?"

"I recognize all the pretty girls... I'm not so sure about this one, let me take another look."

"Shut up, or I'll slap you when I'm at the happiest part of the show."

Even casual observers are finding this gossip a bit too much to handle, let alone those on the scene.

"Miss Ruan," Wang Zhiyuan was the first to stand up, "Are you alright?"

"Who are you to care?" Ruan Changfeng stepped forward and stopped Wang Zhiyuan: "Ignore him, this guy already has two concubines when he was eighteen..." After casually dissing Wang Zhiyuan, he looked at Ruan Mengyu with concern: "Little sister, why did you suddenly rush out? You almost scared me to death."

The person who appeared here was Ruan Mengyu herself. This girl was two or three years older than Lin Jiaolu, and had already come of age. She was a talented woman who was famous throughout Yuzhou, and her appearance was naturally beautiful, needless to say.

Ruan Mengyu gave a slight, bitter smile: "I'm fine."

She didn't intend to rush in; she only thought of intervening when she saw Ruan Changfeng and Zhuquejian start fighting.

She was worried that the two of them might have just died together. Judging from her not-so-stellar eyesight, she felt that the move just now was extremely dangerous.

"You must never be so reckless again next time." After confirming that his sister was alright, Ruan Changfeng immediately put on a stern face.

“I’m not being reckless,” Ruan Mengyu explained. “With so many heroes and powerful figures here, someone will surely step in.”

This remark boosted the morale of the Wolong members present, demonstrating remarkable emotional intelligence.

She slowly bowed to Bai Xuan, who was seated in the main seat, and performed a deep curtsy: "Ruan Mengyu, thank you for saving my life, Young Hero Bai... I witnessed Young Hero Bai's heroic act of saving people and repelling the six major sects at the dock before, but I didn't have time to say hello."

"You're welcome." Bai Xuan nodded: "You flatter me... Miss Ruan, please take a seat with me. Let's consider our exchange just now a draw."

Ruan Changfeng replied, "Then let's call it a draw."

He glanced at the silent Vermilion Bird Sword, snorted coldly, and then turned back to his seat.

Ruan Mengyu gazed silently at the Vermilion Bird Sword, her eyes sparkling as if she had a thousand words left unspoken. In the end, she could only sigh softly and sit down next to Ruan Changfeng.

"Cough cough cough!" Yue Qianqi coughed violently a few times, then stepped forward: "Next, who would like to spar with me?"

He meant well and wanted to quickly cover up what had just happened.

Choi Cheol stood up: "I'll do it... but let's make it clear first, no weapons allowed."

Cui Che was ranked fifteenth on the Crouching Dragon List and was nicknamed the Stele Destroyer.

But the nickname is just a nickname; his true strength goes far beyond mere hand-to-hand combat.

Before the age of twelve, Cui Che had never practiced martial arts, yet he possessed the strength to tear tigers and leopards apart with his bare hands.

When he first entered the martial arts world, he would always emphasize that he had only recently started learning martial arts before fighting others. After being defeated, many people would shout incredulously, "You still say you don't know martial arts?" At this time, Cui Che would casually reply, "I have superhuman strength." Yue Qianqi said, "That's natural. To be fair, I will definitely not use weapons, but only the True Martial 108 Styles."

These two were quite polite; they were both respectable people, and there was no need for them to make a scene like before, which would only require others to save the day.

Although it was supposed to be an exhibition match, the two sides showed no mercy once they started fighting, displaying a very flashy style with constant offense and defense.

They clashed for fifty rounds in a row, with each side attacking and defending with a good balance of tension and relaxation.

In the end, Yue Qianqi proved to be superior, and Cui Che, unable to break through his defenses, exclaimed, "As expected of Zhenwu's Yin and Yang, which can move mountains... You've mastered the art of using minimal force to deflect maximum force. Without resorting to any killing moves, you've blocked all my attacks."

"Thank you for the compliment." Yue Qianqi was pleased, and then asked somewhat arrogantly, "If I can continue, who will be next?"

For a moment, no one answered.

It wasn't that they were afraid of Yue Qianqi, but rather that they felt it was unnecessary.

Bai Xuan looked at Xi Qingqing, who was serving tea and water and charging high service fees. The latter said directly, "Do you think he dares to fight me? I'll send him flying within three moves."

Bai Xuan: "I don't believe it."

"Believe it or not, don't delay my money-making."

Xi Qingqing had no desire to participate in such a pointless exhibition match. She had already earned over 1,800 taels of silver selling tea here. Was there any business more profitable than this?

Yue Qianqi glanced at Xu Tingfeng, then quickly looked away.

No, he knew his own swordsmanship level. The Two Elements Micro Dust Sword was primarily defensive, and he wasn't confident in the moves of the Western Shu Sword Forest. The main problem was that Xu Tingfeng was rather eccentric; he had gouged out his own eyes to practice swordsmanship. Just in terms of dedication alone, he felt he couldn't win.

As I was feeling a bit disheartened and was about to return to my seat, a voice from the crowd said, "Wait!"

This phrase, "Slow down," is spoken in Japanese.

The next moment, a young woman with a bun on her head landed, holding an orange umbrella in her hand, and her face was covered by a strange mask that only covered the lower half of her face.

"I'll fight you!"

"Who are you?" Yue Qianqi shook his head and said, "My sword does not kill the old and weak. Little girl, don't come in and cause trouble. Go out and buy some candy."

"Kagura's name is Kagura. She comes from Sakuragi Shrine and is a disciple of the Falling Cherry Blossom Sword Pavilion." She introduced herself, "Ranked ninth on the Crouching Dragon List."

His words immediately drew astonishment from the entire room.

Even the ninth-ranked member of the Hidden Dragon List from Japan appeared at the Gathering of Heroes.

She actually showed up here from thousands of miles away. Could it be that she also came to participate in the Sword Debate Tournament?

"You..." Yue Qianqi couldn't determine his identity: "Are you really...?"

Kagura drew her katana directly from her waist, gripped the weapon, and streaks of cherry blossom-petal-like sword energy began to drift from the blade.

"The Falling Cherry Blossom Sword Qi... is indeed the symbol of the Falling Cherry Blossom Sword Pavilion." The Vermilion Bird Sword rarely spoke: "I have personally witnessed the swordsmen of the Falling Cherry Blossom Sword Pavilion clearing out groups of Japanese pirates who had become outlaws along the coast."

"The Falling Cherry Blossom Sword Pavilion?" Yue Qianqi also became interested. He raised his hand and summoned a black and white sword with his true energy. This was clearly not a sword control technique, but rather he deliberately wanted to imitate Bai Xuan's operation to show off. He drew the sword and said, "Let me see what's so special about this Falling Cherry Blossom Sword Qi."

"Please enlighten me!" Kagura slowly sheathed her sword.

The next instant, cherry blossom-colored sword energy swept across the hall.

This is an Iaijutsu (a type of sword strike).

The essence of Iaijutsu is a rapid sword-drawing technique, a move that decides the outcome before the opponent's weapon is even drawn. It is a sword technique that allows the weak to defeat the strong, and it is actually a somewhat despicable sneak attack technique. It is also a superior military strategy that attacks the opponent by surprise.

However, for Yue Qianqi, who was already prepared, this Iaijutsu move was not very effective.

He swung his sword to deflect Kagura's iaido slash, intending to unleash his own sword techniques and stances at a leisurely pace.

Because the Two Elements Micro Dust Sword is just such a sword technique, and it is also a defensive sword move.

In the hands of the old master, it can withstand the fierce attacks of the Heavenly Realm without suffering any damage.

But his defense was insufficient.

Because after Kagura's first strike, she immediately crouched down, her palm sliding across the ground as she swiftly passed Yue Qianqi, circled around to his back, and sheathed her sword again, unleashing another Iai Slash. The sword energy scattered like falling petals, with the deadly blade piercing through it all.

As Yue Qianqi watched this scene, he seemed to pause and lose focus for a moment, as if he had thought of something. Then, he felt a slight pain between his brows and came back to his senses. He hurriedly returned to defense, and amidst the surging sword energy, his sword tip directly pierced Kagura's bun. He himself was also injured in the chest by this Iaijutsu slash, leaving a bloody mark, and he retreated slightly.

"..."

After a two-second pause, Yue Qianqi asked, "What move was that just now?"

“Evil must be cut down.” Kagura replied, “Humans have seven emotions, and the swordsmanship of the Cherry Blossom Sword Pavilion is dedicated to cutting down the seven emotions. The fact that you can come back to your senses in just a moment proves that you have no evil thoughts and have not done anything evil. If it were those wandering samurai who kill, they wouldn’t even realize it even if their heads were rolled. Kagura thinks you are a good person.”

"As expected of the largest power in Japan." Yue Qianqi said, holding his sword, "I have lost."

He wasn't regretful. Although he lost, he actually had a lot of strength left, and he only suffered a minor scratch.

More importantly, this style of knife technique, or rather sword technique, has never been seen in the Central Plains before, so the loss is not unjustified, since the difference between ninth and eighth place is not significant.

Now it was Kagura's turn.

Without any hesitation, she raised her knife and pointed it directly at the young man in white sitting in the main seat.

"Where is the number one on the Crouching Dragon List?!"

Kagura raised her famous sword, Sakura Fubuki, and shouted, "Please come forward immediately and fight Kagura!"

(End of this chapter)