I can only beat noobs.

Chapter 27 and Him

"Senior Brother Chen, has something big happened again today?"

After today's routine sparring session, one of the bolder students asked Chen Ming this question.

Hong Mingquan and Zhang Mingyu only fail to attend when something major happens. Last time, it was when Huo Qianqian rejected Wen Zehao's advances.

Something big must have happened today.

These trainees had already started whispering among themselves.

Seeing their gossipy expressions, as if they were all hoping something would happen to pass the time during their boring training, Chen Ming said, "It's nothing, just that some distinguished guests have arrived at the manor. Alright, everyone, go back now."

Upon hearing this, the trainees became curious and pressed for details about who the distinguished guest was.

Chen Ming ignored them and left.

He didn't know either.

Just as they were about to pass through the courtyard gate, they saw a person with a blade of grass in his mouth and a long sword in his arms, leaning against the moon gate.

Hey, isn't this one of the five people who came today?

Chen Ming recognized the man at a glance, nodded slightly, and was about to pass through the moon gate.

The man extended his sword, blocking his path.

Chen Ming asked, "Why are you blocking my way, brother?"

The man looked him up and down, then asked with interest, "Which disciple are you, Master Huo?"

He shook his head. "I am not Master Huo's apprentice."

"Your Three Talents Fist is quite good. It's rare to see someone so patient and willing to teach those kids moves. If I had a senior brother like you when I first started learning martial arts, I would have learned the Three Talents Fist much faster."

"you flatter me."

Chen Ming said modestly.

This person addressed Huo Chengkun as "Master Uncle," meaning that the distinguished guest who came today was Huo's fellow disciple.

Seeing that the other party had no intention of letting him leave, he asked directly, "Why is this senior brother blocking my way?"

The man spat out the foxtail grass from his mouth and laughed, "You can't leave now; you have to come with me to a place."

"What if I don't go?"

The man's smile vanished. "Don't force me to take action."

"...Where are you going?"

Chen Ming always listens to advice.

He doesn't know the man's background, so he naturally won't act rashly.

Moreover, the situation is currently unclear.

How dare this person be so arrogant in someone else's home, showing no respect for the owner? What makes them so confident?
The man couldn't help but laugh and said, "Brother, you really know what's good for you. Come with me."

……

Chen Ming followed the man all the way to the front yard, still wondering what these people wanted to do at the Huo residence.

Upon entering the front yard, I saw two people fighting.

One of them was Zhao An, the senior disciple who rarely appeared in public, and he wielded a long sword.

His opponent was one of the five knights he had seen that morning, and he wielded a longsword.

The courtyard was filled with the crisscrossing energy of blades and the chilling aura of swords.

Chen Ming was immediately captivated.

Both of them are at least at the eighth rank of cultivation. Battles of this level are not so easy to encounter.

Besides the two people fighting, there were several other people in the courtyard.

Zhang Mingyu, Hong Mingquan, Wen Zehao, Huo Qianqian, and even the married second senior sister Du Juan were all present. All of Huo Chengkun's disciples, except for the fourth and sixth disciples, were also there.

They looked rather disheveled, with several tears in their clothes.

Zhang Mingyu was also injured.

They all looked like they had just been in a battle, and they had all suffered considerable losses.

On the other side, a man and a woman both appeared calm and composed.

The woman in blue complained, "Second Senior Brother, why did you take so long?"

The man who brought Chen Ming over laughed, "This Huo mansion is so big, I almost got lost."

"Is this person also Huo Chengkun's apprentice?" "No."

"Then why did you bring him here?"

"I think this person must be closely related to Master Huo."

……

Chen Ming paid no attention to their conversation; his focus was entirely on the battle between the two in the arena.

He put himself in their shoes and realized that if it were him, he wouldn't last three moves against these two.

After all, they are on completely different levels.

Moreover, the sword and saber techniques used by these two were far more advanced than the "Eight Trigrams Saber Technique".

He watched for a while, then suddenly felt something was off. "Strange, why are these two people's moves so similar?"

Although one uses a knife and the other a sword, the moves they use are almost identical, with only some differences in style.

The technique Zhao An used was probably Huo Chengkun's most famous "Five Elements Knife Technique," which was only passed down to his direct disciples.

The man wielding the sword, though from the same school, uses swordsmanship, and his swordsmanship and saber techniques use the same moves. Could this be because the ancestors of this school were too lazy?

At this point, the fight between the two had reached a fever pitch.

Chen Ming could sense that Zhao An was going all out; the long sword in his hand was wielded so fast that it was almost invisible.

His opponent, however, simplified the matter and thrust out with a single sword.

when!
There was a loud noise.

Chen Ming felt a sharp pain in his eardrums. He saw a long sword fly up, tumble several times in the air, and finally, with a clang, plunge into the ground.

Zhao An stood there, dejected, his hand trembling uncontrollably, a crack in his thumb. He seemed unable to accept the fact that he had been defeated.

"it is good."

"What a brilliant move, the Golden Crow Falls to Earth."

"Haha, you've all lost!"

The two men and one woman on the side clapped and cheered.

The expressions of the people from the Huo family became even more unpleasant. Huo Qianqian bit her lip tightly, her eyes were red, and her lips were almost bleeding.

……

In the arena, the swordsman sheathed his sword and said calmly, "Your strength is not bad, but unfortunately, you've gone down the wrong path from the start by practicing swordsmanship like a saber. Naturally, you are no match for me."

Upon hearing this, Zhao An suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with grief and indignation, and roared, "Guo, if I lost, it's because my skills are inferior. I won't tolerate you slandering my sect's swordsmanship."

The man didn't argue with him, only saying, "Whether it's true or not, you can ask your master yourself. Alright, since you've all been defeated by us, as agreed before, you should be at our mercy."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Mingyu, Hong Mingquan, and the others' expressions changed drastically.

Zhao An, ever the straightforward one, raised his head and said, "Since we've lost, we have nothing to say. Kill me or do whatever you want, it's all up to you!"

The man surnamed Guo turned around and shouted into the main hall, "Uncle Huo, did you hear that? As long as you listen to my master and hand over the items, I will not make things difficult for my fellow disciples. Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless."

A moment later, Huo Chengkun's voice came from inside the main hall, "Junior sister, why are you doing this? I told you, that thing isn't with me..."

Then came the shrill voice of an old woman, "Senior brother, don't you understand? You've been here for over a decade, diligently taking on disciples and transforming the sect's sword techniques into saber techniques. What's the use? You can't even beat my own disciple."

Senior brother, you want to pass on the torch of our sect in this way? The sect's legacy will only decline further. Of all your disciples, is there even one who can amount to anything?

Do you intend for our sect's unique skills to be lost forever? How will you face our ancestors in the afterlife?

"..."

The conversation inside the main hall was so informative that it left those outside speechless.

Especially for Chen Ming, an outsider, listening intently, a sense of unease suddenly arose within him. He had inadvertently overheard such a secret. Would Huo Chengkun kill him to cover it up afterward?

After that, no other sounds came from the main hall.

Those waiting outside were extremely anxious.

"Stay on!"

Suddenly, Huo Qianqian shouted, "We haven't lost yet!"

The woman in blue sneered, "Oh, is this young lady trying to deny it?"

"Who's going to deny it?" Huo Qianqian said. "We agreed from the beginning that it would only count if we defeated all of us. As long as one of you can beat us, we've won. We may have lost, but we still have him!"

As she spoke, she pointed at Chen Ming, "He hasn't lost yet."

(End of this chapter)