The Prodigal Disciple of Mount Hua: Seizing All Opportunities

The moment the two clashed with their swords, it immediately drew the attention of all the disciples.

There was curiosity, jealousy, and schadenfreude among them.

Linghu Chong raised an eyebrow, a smile playing on his lips, and watched the scene with great interest.

He had long felt that this junior brother's understanding of swordsmanship was extraordinary, and today was the perfect opportunity to see how deep his understanding was.

Yue Lingshan clenched her fists, her heart pounding in her throat, her beautiful eyes filled with worry: "Father, after all, Xiao Chenzi..."

"Stop talking nonsense." Yue Buqun said lightly, but his gaze remained fixed on the scene.

Liang Fa's swordsmanship was imposing and awe-inspiring; each strike was like a raging wave crashing against the shore, exuding grandeur and power.

After a few moves, Chen Qianyang was at a disadvantage.

However, Chen Qianyang remained calm and guarded the gate. Relying on his understanding of swordsmanship granted by his Sword Heart Clarity, he was able to block and defend in time every time, and for a time, he was able to defend without any gaps.

It should be noted that among the disciples of Mount Hua, if we were to discuss swordsmanship, the best would naturally be the eldest disciple, Linghu Chong. However, if we were to discuss internal energy cultivation, it would be the increasingly elderly Lao Denuo, since he already had martial arts inheritance before joining the sect, and he had cultivated internal energy for decades.

However, if anyone's swordsmanship is most similar to Yue Buqun's, it would be his third disciple, Liang Fa.

This person never showed off among his fellow disciples, yet he was the most diligent in practicing the sword techniques of Mount Hua.

This display was truly majestic and imposing, each move executed with precision and skill. It was as if they wanted to utilize the essence of swordsmanship to its fullest extent.

Even Yue Buqun on the stage nodded in agreement.

Although Liang Fa is low-key, his swordsmanship is probably no less than Linghu Chong's.

More importantly, compared to the unrestrained and imaginative swordsmanship of Linghu Chong and Chen Qianyang.

He preferred Liang Fa's meticulous and methodical swordplay.

Seeing that Chen Qianyang had been suppressed by him, Liang Fa became even more confident.

He practiced swordsmanship diligently for many years, all for this very purpose.

He swung his longsword, and the sword light surged.

With a single move, "The Phoenix Arrives," they launched their attack.

This sword strike was executed with integrity and composure, displaying an imposing presence.

It has the style of the Huashan Qi Sect, where "Qi precedes the sword".

Before the sword even arrived, a thick gust of wind had already swept towards them.

However, Chen Qianyang neither dodged nor avoided the attack.

With a flick of his wrist, the longsword in his hand struck first, even though it was launched later.

The tip of the sword lightly touched the spine of Liang Fa's sword.

There was a crisp "ding" sound.

Liang Fa felt a subtle force coming from the sword, and the originally powerful sword strike involuntarily deviated from its direction, causing the subsequent sword moves to freeze.

"Good." Yue Lingshan couldn't help but cheer, but she was met with a glare from Yue Buqun and immediately realized what she was doing and covered her mouth.

Liang Fa missed his attack, but he wasn't angry; a hint of surprise flashed across his face.

He immediately changed his sword technique, switching from thrusting to slashing, and his swordsmanship suddenly accelerated.

With a single move, "Golden Jade Abundance," a dense net of swords enveloped Chen Qianyang.

His swordsmanship had always imitated Yue Buqun's, and this move had three or five parts of Yue Buqun's style.

While not without flaws, it was certainly a system of strict rules and regulations.

The disciples were dazzled by the sight, feeling that their third senior brother's swordsmanship was indeed exceptionally exquisite, and that this boy surnamed Chen would be defeated after only a few more moves.

Chen Qianyang, though surrounded by sword nets, remained completely calm, as if strolling leisurely in a garden.

He secretly used his speed as fast as the wind, and his figure became elusive.

The longsword in his hand could always deflect Liang Fa's attacks from incredible angles in the simplest way.

If Liang Fa's sword is like a meticulously constructed palace, magnificent and complete.

Chen Qianyang's sword was like water that could penetrate anywhere; it seemed soft and fragile, but it could easily seep into every crevice of the palace and strike its vitals.

Although both of them used the Huashan sword technique, the same moves gave people completely different feelings.

"How did you do that? Junior Brother Chen's move is clearly the Boundless Falling Leaves, but how could you execute it like that?"

"My third senior brother's sword is clearly faster and stronger, but why is it always blocked?"

"This kid seems to be able to predict Third Senior Brother's moves."

"It feels like they're deliberately toying with us."

The crowd immediately began to discuss the matter.

Although they weren't very skilled in martial arts, they had at least practiced swordsmanship for many years.

Initially overwhelmed by Liang Fa's swordplay, but upon closer inspection, it became clear that Chen Qianyang, who was solely on the defensive, was actually in control.

Amidst the disciples' exclamations, Yue Buqun's expression grew increasingly solemn; he was naturally able to discern the key to the matter.

This kid surpassed Liang Fa, who had been practicing swordsmanship for seven or eight years, in just one month...

Ning Zhongze, standing to the side, wore a complex expression of worry and relief. She seemed to see that spirited young man from years ago again.

Liang Fajiu's attack failed, and sweat began to bead on his forehead.

Anger welled up within him, and a strong desire to win compelled him to succeed this time.

How could I, who have practiced swordsmanship diligently for many years, not be able to defeat a novice who has only been learning for a month!

He gritted his teeth, channeled his inner strength, and his sword moves became increasingly fierce, each strike faster than the last, the sword light flashing and even faintly carrying the sound of wind and thunder!

"Junior Brother Chen, watch out!"

This is the sword that Liang Fa painstakingly crafted over many years.

Extremely pure and unyielding, with astonishing power.

Faced with this all-out attack, a glint flashed in Chen Qianyang's eyes.

This is exactly what he's been waiting for.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, taking a step forward to meet the sword's edge!

"Ah!" Yue Lingshan was so frightened that her face turned pale and she cried out in surprise.

Just when everyone thought he was about to face the sword strike head-on.

Chen Qianyang suddenly ducked, dodging the sharp peak that was right in front of him with an unbelievable movement.

After finishing, the long sword in his hand was thrust out silently from bottom to top like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, without any force.

This sword strike was not from the Huashan sword technique, but rather a fragment of a move from the San Da sword style.

This sword strike was fast, accurate, and steady!

Liang's sword strike was powerful, but he missed his target, and no new power was generated.

I watched helplessly as that chilling sight rapidly magnified before my eyes.

He was horrified and tried to defend himself, but it was too late.

The cold tip of the sword was already firmly positioned at his throat, without the slightest deviation.

The lingering chill emanating from the sword's edge sent shivers down his spine.

That was a bone-chilling cold.

The entire room was deathly silent; you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone was stunned by the swift and earth-shattering scene that unfolded in just a few breaths.

The outcome is decided.

"Yes... I lost." Liang Fa said dejectedly, his face pale.

Chen Qianyang sheathed his sword, cupped his hands to Liang Fa, and said with a smile, "Third Senior Brother, you flatter me. The last move I used just now was not a Huashan sword technique, so it was truly an unfair victory."

That being said, a loss is a loss.

Only then did everyone realize what was happening, and a huge commotion and cheers erupted.

This junior disciple, who had only been a student for a month, actually defeated Liang Fa, one of the top three disciples in the sect, in just a few dozen moves.

Moreover, everyone could see that Liang Fa hadn't held back.

Yue Buqun gave Chen Qianyang a deep look, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

It was a mixture of admiration and envy for genius, along with other emotions that were difficult to articulate.

Disciples who cannot be controlled may become a source of trouble in the future.

He slowly walked down the steps and said in a deep voice, "Qianyang, your swordsmanship... is very good, but I observe that you rely too much on changes when wielding your sword. This is the way of technique, but it is not something that can be relied on in the long run."

"Know that the sword is a weapon of violence, and mere swordsmanship is secondary. You must focus on cultivating your internal energy. From today onward, you may temporarily slow down your swordsmanship practice and shift your focus to internal energy cultivation. I will test your internal energy cultivation in a month. Do not fail!"

Chen Qianyang naturally knew that his performance in this martial arts competition had made this old fox even more wary of him.

Those words, though ostensibly a compliment, actually contained a hidden meaning of suppression.

His face, however, showed respect and sincerity: "Yes, disciple will keep it in mind."

Perhaps the wise choice is to keep a low profile, act prudently, and gradually gain Yue Buqun's appreciation.

But that's just his nature; he has no time to play the master-disciple charade with this old fox.

It should be noted that Yue Buqun was not considered a top-tier martial artist even in The Smiling, Proud Wanderer.

His goals cannot be limited to just one corner of Mount Hua.

Moreover, he looked at the ever-changing world before him.

The pointer had reached 1.5% the moment Liang Fa was defeated.

It seems that my actions on Mount Hua are also influencing the changes in this world's flow.

Ah, if I could replace Yue Buqun, I wonder how much the world would change.