The Prodigal Disciple of Mount Hua: Seizing All Opportunities

Feng Buping was furious after failing to break through the defenses for so long.

He completely lacked the masterful demeanor he displayed in the previous two matches.

But then he roared and abandoned his sword techniques, his left palm flying as he instinctively tried to unleash a powerful punch.

But then he suddenly remembered Feng Qingyang's previous prohibition, and abruptly stopped his palm strike halfway through, his entire movement momentarily halted.

Unable to gain the upper hand after a prolonged attack, Feng Buping grew impatient and decided to abandon his sword techniques in favor of palm strikes.

Upon seeing this, Chen Qianyang's expression changed slightly, but he understood what was going on.

Once a swordsman abandons his sword, his defeat is inevitable.

The technique he just used was the Breaking Sword style, which emphasizes finding openings and attacking the enemy first.

Seeing the opponent switch to palm strikes, he quickly changed his mind and his sword moves accordingly.

The longsword suddenly became agile and elusive, unlike its previous sluggish defense, its trajectory became even more unpredictable.

The sword tip trembled, drawing a subtle arc as it wound its way towards the acupoints on Feng Buping's arm, like a persistent carbuncle.

As soon as Feng Buping unleashed his palm strike, Chen Qianyang's sword tip had already climbed up, hovering at the point where his palm strike was least likely to reach.

Just as he was about to flip his wrist and change his hand into a fist, the sword tip pierced out as if it had anticipated his move, forcing him to defend.

This is precisely the brilliance of the "Breaking Palm Stance".

It doesn't involve directly confronting the opponent's strength with a longsword, but rather targeting the acupoints and rhythm of their movements to disrupt their defenses and break their rhythm.

Feng Buping feared a change in his moves, but he was forced to restrain himself by that ghostly longsword.

The sword seemed to have a life of its own, relentlessly seeking out his weaknesses, leaving him in a sorry state for a time.

Feng Buping felt as if he were fighting against an entity that knew everything he did.

Each palm strike seemed to deliberately deliver one's own weakness to the opponent's sword.

With each forced retraction, his body staggered, and his momentum completely disrupted.

One attacked wildly with all their might, while the other wielded a sword to deflect the attacks.

More than fifty moves have passed in the blink of an eye.

Feng Buping's forehead was covered in a fine layer of cold sweat. His mental rhythm had been completely disrupted by Chen Qianyang's unpredictable swordsmanship.

Both sword and palm techniques have lost their structure, leaving only instinctive, frenzied attacks.

Chen Qianyang's breathing became increasingly heavy, clearly indicating that the internal injuries he had just suffered were also having a significant impact on him.

Chen Qianyang knew that if he continued to fight, he would inevitably be defeated.

However, the exquisite skill of the Dugu Nine Swords had completely disrupted Feng Buping's state of mind and swordsmanship.

At this moment, the opponent was already agitated and his movements became distorted, with the flaws in his sword and palm techniques becoming increasingly obvious.

Since we're going to attack, we need to defeat the enemy with a single blow.

Chen Qianyang knew he only had one chance.

It's now!

A glint flashed in Chen Qianyang's eyes. He took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the metallic taste in his throat, and suddenly stepped forward.

The sword light flashed like a dot, no longer as slow as before.

That was an incredibly swift and unparalleled sword strike!

That was a sword strike that abandoned all complex variations!

The man moves with the sword, and the sword moves with the man, transforming into an incomparably sharp and cold light.

It was aimed directly at Feng Buping.

This sword strike contained an unwavering determination.

One strike, one kill!

Feng Buping felt his vision blur, as an incomparably sharp sword intent had already locked onto his aura.

He instinctively tried to dodge, but found that no matter where he retreated, he would run into the deadly sword tip.

A chill ran straight to my mind, and I felt as if I had fallen into an ice cellar.

My mind went completely blank, and I could only watch helplessly as the ever-enlarging, cold star filled my pupils.

Fear surged forth like a tidal wave.

There was a hissing sound.

It was a faint sword's cry accompanied by a sharp sound that carried the wind.

The sword tip stopped steadily between Feng Buping's eyebrows, less than an inch away.

The solid, sharp blade had already pierced through his body, leaving a thin bloodstain between his eyebrows.

From this point on, the outcome was decided.

The cliff was deathly silent.

Feng Buping stood frozen in place, his face as pale as paper.

After the fear came endless shock and disbelief.

He actually lost, lost so completely, so unbelievably.

Although he did not use his internal energy, he was completely defeated in his most proficient swordsmanship, leaving him bewildered.

He couldn't understand how, in just one hour, a wounded young man could trample on his decades of hard work with just sword techniques!

An indescribable sense of loss and bitterness overwhelmed him instantly; his decades of perseverance and pride crumbled under this single sword strike.

Is the "Whirlwind Swift Sword" that I painstakingly honed so easily so vulnerable in the face of a true ultimate skill?

Is my life really that miserable?

Is this the enormous gap between people?

However, amidst this self-doubt, another completely different emotion ignited like a flame in the darkness.

That was excitement! It was an almost trembling, ecstatic joy!

Because he knew that what defeated him was not entirely due to the boy named Chen Qianyang in front of him.

Furthermore, it was thanks to the unique skills passed down by his Uncle-Master Feng Qingyang!

It is this supreme martial art called "Dugu Nine Swords"!

This sword technique is so wondrous that it can transform a young man within an hour!

Isn't this the strongest proof of the Sword Sect's philosophy? How can those Qi Sect guys who only know how to bury themselves in Qi cultivation possibly stop them?

Disappointed that his decades of hard work had been easily surpassed, he was excited to witness the dawn of the Sword Sect's revival and its reliance!

These two diametrically opposed emotions clashed fiercely within him, causing his expression to shift constantly and his mind to become even more complex and difficult to comprehend.

He turned his head with great difficulty, his gaze first sweeping over the calm-faced Feng Qingyang, his eyes filled with unprecedented fervor.

He then stared intently at Chen Qianyang, who was leaning on his sword and breathing heavily to suppress his injuries.

That look was no longer simply one of jealousy.

"Haha...hahaha..." Feng Buping's laughter was tinged with bitterness, but also with a sense of relief and exhilaration. "Good! Good! The Nine Swords of Dugu! Good! Divine swordsmanship! The Huashan Sword Sect has a successor..."

"Young Chen, now that you've won, I naturally won't bother you anymore. I'll also try to find an antidote for the poison you've been given."

"I will also tell you about what happened that day." A hint of hesitation flashed across Feng Buping's face: "That day, Zuo Lengchan and I originally came to invite your father to come out of the mountains and help me reclaim the Huashan lineage."

"Your father disagrees, saying that regardless of whether it's the Huashan Sword Sect or the Qi Sect, they are all of the same lineage. Their break back then was already wrong, and he certainly won't help outsiders against Huashan." Feng Buping glanced at Feng Qingyang beside him, seeing no change in his expression, and continued...

"I pleaded with him endlessly, but he still wouldn't agree. I was about to give up, but unexpectedly, Zuo Lengchan..."

Feng Buping sighed: "No matter what, the deaths of your father and your whole family were caused by me. If you want revenge in the future, you can come to me. But you must not forget your identity. Also, be careful of Zuo Lengchan. Compared to his martial arts, his ambition and cunning are even more terrifying."

He then straightened his robes, bowed deeply to the ground in Feng Qingyang's direction, and remained there for a long time.

After standing up, he bowed to Chen Qianyang with the same solemn gesture of clasping his hands in greeting.

Then, without looking back, his steps were somewhat dejected, but his back was much straighter, and his figure disappeared into the clouds and mist swirling around the cliff.

His era has passed, but the flames of the Huashan Sword Sect's revival have been ignited.

He believed that soon, the name of Mount Hua would resound throughout the martial arts world.

Thus, Feng Buping had no regrets.