The Prodigal Disciple of Mount Hua: Seizing All Opportunities

A series of rapid, thunderous clangs of metal rang out, sending sparks flying.

Despite Feng Buping's all-out attack, Chen Qianyang managed to hold on.

Compared to the last time, his Gale Sword Technique was faster and more ruthless, and even had some different variations during its execution.

This is also a slight improvement he made to the Gale Sword Technique based on the sword techniques inscribed on the stone wall.

One move, three moves, five moves, eight moves.

In the blink of an eye, the two had already exchanged ten blows at lightning speed.

However, Chen Qianyang's understanding of the Gale Sword technique was clearly far inferior to Feng Buping's.

This kind of fast-paced fighting style can only hold out for a short time.

Moreover, Chen Qianyang's internal strength cultivation was far inferior to Feng Buping's.

By the eleventh move, Chen Qianyang was finally exhausted and was struck by Feng Buping's sword, causing his blood to churn and him to stagger back several steps.

A ruthless glint flashed in Feng Buping's eyes, giving Chen Qianyang no chance to catch his breath.

The swordplay suddenly changed, no longer a purely fast swordplay, but with an added touch of sinister and viciousness.

The sword tip vibrated, conjuring three chilling points that struck Chen Qianyang's throat, heart, and dantian respectively.

It was none other than the ultimate technique of the Huashan Sword Sect, "The Deadly Three Immortal Swords".

With this move, the killing intent was fully revealed; it was clear that the previous ten fast sword moves were all for this killing blow.

However, facing this seemingly inescapable predicament, Chen Qianyang revealed a cold smile.

Faced with this deadly move, he not only did not dodge, but instead took a step forward.

The long sword in his hand moved with a seemingly clumsy and hesitant motion, but in reality, it was the momentum of climbing Mount Tai with the sword in his hand.

This move is not a Huashan sword technique, but rather evolved from the starting move of the "Seven Stars Falling into the Sky" move in the Eighteen Bends of Mount Tai from the Taishan School.

Although it seems plausible, it is useful at this moment.

Feng Buping felt a chill run down his spine. His three points of cold light were a mixture of illusion and reality. No matter whether he dodged or parried, the ensuing Gale Sword Technique would engulf him like a tsunami.

However, Chen Qianyang's sword strike just now hit precisely at the most crucial point in the subsequent changes of his sword move.

If he didn't change his move, he could certainly pierce Chen Qianyang through, but his own wrist would inevitably be severed by the opponent's longsword.

This was a lose-lose situation, but Chen Qianyang didn't hesitate at all.

Left with no other choice, Feng Buping had to withdraw his deadly sword strike.

Doubts arose in his mind. This seemed to be the Taishan Sword Technique. Where did this kid learn it from?

Having forced Feng Buping to retreat with a single blow, Chen Qianyang pressed his advantage relentlessly.

He no longer adhered to the original Huashan sword techniques.

The swordsmanship suddenly became unpredictable, sometimes as sharp as Mount Tai pressing down, and sometimes as chaotic as the clouds and mist of Mount Heng.

The next moment, it transformed into the sometimes dense Hengshan sword technique, and the next sword strike contained the majestic grandeur of the Songshan sword technique.

Although he was still a bit clumsy with these sword techniques, he had practiced them many times before and had mastered them through his supernatural ability of "Sword Heart Clarity".

Each thrust of the sword was aimed directly at the key points of Feng Buping's sword technique, and every attack was aimed at the moment when the Gale Sword Technique was about to begin.

For a moment, this sword master was caught off guard and became somewhat flustered.

"When did you learn such swordsmanship, brat?" Feng Buping was both surprised and angry. He had been traveling the martial world for decades and had never seen anything so bizarre.

Each move of this kid's swordsmanship has its own unique characteristics, but the mystery lies in the fact that he can execute them consistently.

This young man, who had only been a disciple of Mount Hua for a few months, was now the leader of the Five Sacred Mountains Sword Sect.

How is that possible!

The changing situation also aroused Feng Buping's competitive spirit. He roared and unleashed his full inner strength.

The swordsmanship also became more solemn. The sword moves were no longer as explosive as the Gale Sword Technique, but instead returned to the moves of the Deadly Three Immortal Swords.

"Good timing!"

Chen Qianyang's eyes flashed with a sharp light; this was the moment he had been waiting for!

He knew that his internal strength was far inferior and that he would be defeated in a prolonged battle. His only chance of victory was to use skill to overcome brute force at this moment.

He suddenly lowered his body, and his long sword swung upwards from below, the sword move was light and swift, it was the essence of the "Breaking Huashan Sword Technique" carved on the stone wall!

Feng Buping was shocked, not expecting that his swordsmanship would be so easily broken by this kid.

But his strong competitive spirit made him unwilling to give an inch, and he launched a fierce attack with his internal strength, which was far superior to Chen Qianyang's.

They completely forgot the principle of prioritizing the sword as a successor of the Sword Sect.

Chen Qianyang countered each move with the exquisite techniques of the Huashan Swordplay inscribed on the stone wall.

Sword flashes crisscrossed the stone platform, and pebbles flew everywhere; the battle was far more intense than before.

Twenty moves, twenty-five moves

Chen Qianyang finally reached his limit after the twenty-eighth move.

Although he could see through Feng Buping's sword moves, the opponent's internal strength was too powerful, and each sword strike was as heavy as a mountain.

Clearly, Feng Buping had not used his full inner strength in the previous battle; otherwise, he would have been defeated long ago.

Damn it, I was still one move behind.

Chen Qianyang inwardly groaned; his tiger's mouth had already cracked from parrying, and blood was gushing down the hilt of his sword.

Taking advantage of a tiny gap in his breathing, Feng Buping feinted with his sword, but his left palm followed closely, striking his chest!

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, Chen Qianyang was sent flying backward as if struck by a heavy hammer. He spat out a mouthful of blood in mid-air and crashed heavily to the ground. He struggled for a few moments but was unable to get up.

This time, he suffered a crushing defeat.

Feng Buping slowly sheathed his sword, his chest heaving violently.

Although he won, he felt no joy. He believed that his victory was not due to his swordsmanship, but rather to his profound internal strength and fist and palm skills.

To win against such a junior with such an attitude is hardly a fair victory.

He walked up to Chen Qianyang, trying to suppress the turmoil in his heart: "You...where did you learn the sword techniques of the Five Mountains Sects from?"

Chen Qianyang coughed up two mouthfuls of blood, but a bright smile appeared on his face.

He struggled to sit up, looked up at Feng Buping, and said breathlessly, "The sword techniques of the Five Mountains Sects? This junior truly knows nothing of them. I only know that all sword techniques in this world, though varied, share the same fundamental principle: master one technique, and you will master all techniques. Senior's sword techniques are too rigid and closed-minded."

He paused deliberately, looking at Feng Buping's face contorted with rage, and continued to provoke, "If you ask me, you guys from the Sword Sect have long since fallen into demonic ways. Your senior's swordsmanship only seeks speed and ruthlessness, so you'll probably never be able to surpass my master. I suppose that great master of the Sword Sect you mentioned is also a stubborn and inflexible person, which is why he has retired from public life."

"You brat! How dare you—" Feng Buping was completely enraged by these words, his face contorted with rage, "How dare you insult my Uncle-Master Feng!"

He suddenly raised the iron sword in his hand, his eyes blazing with murderous intent, ready to end the life of this arrogant brat with a single stroke.

Just then, an old voice drifted over.

"Sigh...you two, one of you is scheming to provoke me, and the other is risking your life to provoke me. After all these days, do you really think I can't see through you? You've been putting on this monkey show in front of me for so many days, don't you get tired?"

Before the words were finished, an old man wearing an old blue robe, with white hair and beard and a face as white as gold paper, walked slowly from the other side of the cliff with his hands behind his back.

Just a moment ago, the place was completely empty.