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Chapter 47 Victory without arrogance, composure shines through.
Gu Shaoan's voice was calm and even, but unlike others, he did not draw his sword after speaking.

Even the way he held the sword hilt was unusually relaxed. He just turned his body slightly to the side, took a half step forward with his left foot, and raised his right palm lightly between his chest and abdomen. This was the defensive stance of the Golden Top Cotton Palm.

Seeing that his opponent did not use a weapon, the young Zhang Yuting frowned slightly, then let out a low shout, his feet moved nimbly, and in the blink of an eye, he had already rushed to Gu Shaoan's side, raising his sword and swiftly pointing at Gu Shaoan's Zhangmen acupoint on his waist!

Although this move seemed somewhat clumsy, it was quite fast, with the tip of the sword making a slight whistling sound as it cut through the air, which was enough to show that the practitioner had put in the effort during his daily training.

Gu Shaoan's eyes narrowed slightly, but he neither flinched nor avoided the gaze.

Just as the sword was about to strike, he flicked out his right palm like a feather, the edge of his palm meeting the opponent's wrist perfectly.

This seemingly casual flick, devoid of force, actually struck Zhang Yuting precisely at the crucial point where his power was being transmitted.

Zhang Yuting felt a sudden weight on his wrist, and the concentrated force receded like a tide, causing the tip of his sword to involuntarily veer and miss its mark. He was slightly startled and quickly stepped back and turned around.

After a slight respite, it charged at Gu Shaoan again, its sword flashing left and right, blocking Gu Shaoan's retreat.

Gu Shaoan remained motionless until the latter approached, at which point he shifted his feet slightly, his figure swaying gently like a willow in the wind.

Whenever Zhang Yuting's palm shadow approached, Gu Shaoan's palm would follow closely, touching the outside of the opponent's arm or the back of his hand, skillfully deflecting and neutralizing the opponent's attack.

Zhang Yuting's offensive was thwarted, his face flushed red, and a youthful stubbornness welled up in his heart.

He gritted his teeth, focused his breath into his dantian, and rose into the air. He flipped his wrist in mid-air and launched a "Flying Bird to the Forest" attack, concentrating all his strength on the tip of his sword, aiming directly at Gu Shaoan's head and shoulder!
This move was powerful and fast, causing the young disciples of Wudang to gasp in surprise.

Faced with this attack from above, Gu Shaoan finally moved.

With a slight shift of his feet, he moved forward instead of backward, and in the blink of an eye, he slipped into the space three feet beneath Zhang Yuting.

At the same time, his right palm flashed upwards like lightning, his hand like a snake spitting its tongue, the palm wind silently striking the open armpit exposed by Zhang Yuting's downward lunge!

Every move, every stance, even the timing of the strike, exudes perfection.

It was as if all of this had already been planned in Gu Shaoan's mind.

Just as his palm was about to touch her clothes, Gu Shaoan changed his approach from cutting to supporting, and a gentle yet irresistible force suddenly surged out.

"Ah!" Zhang Yuting exclaimed. With nowhere to put his weight in mid-air, he was propelled backward by the force that was both gentle and resilient, and was about to fall to the ground.

Without pausing, Gu Shaoan lightly touched the ground with his toes, and his figure floated in the air like a dragon, instantly appearing beside Zhang Yuting.

With a swift movement of his left hand, he grabbed Zhang Yuting's shirt from behind.

With the strength of Gu Shaoan's arm, he was able to lift him up steadily and help him maintain his balance.

After the two landed, Gu Shaoan lightly tapped his feet and swung back a safe distance of ten feet. He then clasped his hands in a salute, his tone remaining calm.

"Concession."

From start to finish, there are exactly ten moves.

Gu Shaoan maintained a steady and unhurried pace throughout, and his long sword was never drawn.

With just his bare hands, he easily defeated Zhang Yuting and then caught him to prevent him from falling awkwardly.

At such a young age, he is already calm and composed, winning without arrogance, and his demeanor is evident.

Coupled with Gu Shaoan's already outstanding appearance, Miejue was extremely satisfied.

"Thank you so much..."

Zhang Yuting steadied himself and returned the greeting with a slightly trembling, youthful voice.

The lingering shock and fear on his face showed that he had no idea how he had lost.

The training ground was silent. The Wudang disciples, who had just been quietly cheering for Wudang's slight victory, now stared wide-eyed at the young Gu Shaoan with some surprise.

Compared to Wudang, the disciples of Emei Sect showed joy on their faces.

Everyone felt proud to see Gu Shaoan win the fight so easily without even drawing his sword.

Zhou Zhiruo smiled with delight.

Her starry eyes sparkled when her gaze fell on Gu Shaoan.

Laymen watch the spectacle, while experts see the intricacies.

The others around him felt that Gu Shaoan's palm technique was exquisite, and even when he used defense as a means of attack, he could still defeat Zhang Yuting.

But in the eyes of Song Yuanqiao and others, the situation was completely different.

Especially Song Yuanqiao, who paused while stroking his beard as he watched Gu Shaoan's palm technique, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

With Song Yuanqiao's keen eye, how could he not see that what Gu Shaoan was using was not a palm technique, but the Emei Sect's "Willow Catkin Sword Technique"?

What is most remarkable is that Gu Shaoan uses his palm instead of his sword, employing sword techniques in the manner of palm strikes, yet still manages to make his palm movements as gentle as a breeze rustling a willow branch, giving a sense of movement with the wind.

Clearly, he had already cultivated the "Willow Catkin Sword Technique" to an extremely high level. How could he have achieved this in just two months of practice?

Suddenly, Zhang Songxi remembered the bet he had made with Miejue and immediately felt like he had been tricked.

His expression immediately darkened, and he looked at Extinction with displeasure.

"If you want to reclaim the Heaven-Slaying Sword, just say so. Given the relationship between Emei and Wudang, even my master wouldn't make things too difficult for you. Why lie and go through all this trouble to deceive us?"

"The master's disciple is able to use his palm as a sword to perform the 'Willow Catkin Sword Technique' while making the palm wind sway like willow catkins. He has obviously reached the level of 'mastery'. How could a disciple who has only been in Emei for two months do that?"

Upon hearing this, Miejue's expression stiffened, and then her gaze swept heavily towards Zhang Songxi.

"What a joke! I, Miejue, have been wandering the martial world for so many years, and I have always been a man of my word, never lying. Or is it that Zhang Sixia thinks that I, Miejue, would disregard my reputation and that of Emei for the sake of the Heaven-Slaying Sword, and is deliberately deceiving Wudang?"

As Zhang Songxi uttered his angry words, he suddenly paused.

Miejue's reputation in the martial arts world is mixed, but some things about her are universally acknowledged.

One of them is the extinction of human beings.

You could say that Miejue was ruthless, or you could say that she was narrow-minded and lacked tolerance.

But you have to admit that a person as fierce as Extinction values ​​his reputation extremely highly and would never lie.

I will absolutely acknowledge anything I've done.

This is reputation.

Things like the time when a disciple entered the sect can be easily found out; there's no way that the Extinction could have been hidden.

Given her character, she would never ruin her reputation for something like this.

Thinking of this, Zhang Songxi stood up and bowed to Miejue, saying, "It was Songxi who misspoke, I hope Master will not take offense."

It must be said that Zhang Sanfeng taught his disciples exceptionally well.

If it were someone of the same generation as Miejue, even if they were wrong, they would often cling to their pride and magnify the conflict.

But Zhang Songxi dared to admit it the moment he realized it, which set him apart from many others.

(End of this chapter)