Martial Arts Crossover: My master tricked Huang Rong into becoming my wife!

Chen Yanzhou snapped out of his thoughts and patted the eagle's head, which was covered in fleshy growths, twice as a way of comforting it.

"Let's go, time to practice."

The eagle squinted comfortably, made a gurgling sound in its throat, and continued to bury itself in the leftovers at the bottom of the pot.

Chen Yanzhou turned and walked out of the cave. Huang Rong was picking her teeth with a straw when she saw him and casually asked, "It's the middle of the day, aren't you going to take a nap?"

"Practicing swordsmanship is the most important thing."

Without turning his head, Chen Yanzhou lightly touched the ground with his toes and leaped out of the cave like a roc spreading its wings, plunging into the deep valley after a few leaps.

The midday sun was scorching, casting dappled shadows on the valley floor through the sparse branches and leaves.

The heavy black iron sword leaned quietly against the rock wall, its entire body dark and without any luster.

Chen Yanzhou walked to the sword, stretched his arms, and his joints cracked.

Before, when I carried this thing down the cliff, it almost broke my back. Now that my Ren and Du meridians are open and my internal energy is constantly replenished, I wonder what it will be like now.

He took a deep breath, gripped the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and did not deliberately use all his internal strength; he simply lifted it casually.

The Xuan Tie Sword rose up in response.

Chen Yanzhou raised an eyebrow, a hint of joy flashing in his eyes.

It's lighter, but that doesn't mean the weight of the sword has changed; rather, it's because my own strength and internal energy have undergone a qualitative leap.

Before, lifting the sword felt like carrying a millstone, every muscle groaning. Now, though it still feels heavy in my hand, it's under my control, like an ordinary person holding a slightly heavier greatsword.

Chen Yanzhou grinned and suddenly flicked his wrist.

Waaah—!

The heavy sword cut through the air, producing a low hum similar to muffled thunder.

There were no fancy sword energies, just the terrifying weight compressing the air and creating wind pressure. The fallen leaves on the ground were swept up by this strong wind and instantly shattered into dust.

Cool!

This powerful, violent aesthetic is far more exhilarating than those flimsy longswords.

Chen Yanzhou became very interested and immediately started gesturing in the open space.

However, his "sword practice" posture was truly a pitiful sight.

He had never learned swordsmanship; he usually practiced the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms and the Dog-Beating Stick Technique. Now, holding a heavy sword, he subconsciously used it as a stick, sometimes "beating the dog's head" and sometimes "striking the dog's back."

Or they might simply use the sword as a knife, hacking and slashing haphazardly without any strategy.

His posture was contorted, his steps were unsteady, and he looked just like a woodcutter who had just entered the mountains to chop wood and was fighting desperately against an old tree that had become a spirit.

"Pfft."

A crisp sneer came from above.

Chen Yanzhou stopped his momentum and looked up.

Huang Rong had somehow followed them down and was sitting gracefully on an old pine branch that stretched out from the rock face, swinging her long legs back and forth, still holding the green light sword in her hand, laughing heartily.

"Oh my god, that's hilarious!"

Huang Rong clutched her stomach and pointed at Chen Yanzhou: "Brother, you call this sword practice? The woodcutter in my kitchen has a better physique than you."

Chen Yanzhou was not annoyed. He slammed his heavy sword into the ground, making a dull thud and creating a deep crater.

"There's no way around it, everyone has their own area of ​​expertise."

He wiped the light sweat from his forehead and said frankly, "I come from a beggar background and practice martial arts. As for swordsmanship, I really know nothing about it. I usually just use a dog-beating stick to poke people. This big thing just feels awkward in my hands."

Huang Rong leaped lightly down from the tree and landed in front of him. She put her hands behind her back and circled around him, her eyes filled with a hint of arrogance and mockery.

"That's true. With your Beggars' Sect's meager resources, besides the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms and the Dog-Beating Staff Technique, you don't have any other sword techniques to show for it."

She raised her chin slightly, like a proud little peacock: "Want to learn? If I'm in a good mood, and you can sing a nice song, I'll teach you a couple of tricks."

Looking at her smug little face, Chen Yanzhou couldn't resist teasing her: "What should I call you? Master?"

"No need for that. If my father knew I'd taken a beggar as my apprentice, he'd break my legs." Huang Rong's eyes darted around. "Call me 'good sister' and let me hear it."

Chen Yanzhou rolled his eyes: "Dream on, you're not even as big as my dog."

"You!" Huang Rong was furious, and snorted, "You don't know what's good for you! Let me show you what real swordsmanship is!"

Before she finished speaking, she flipped her wrist, and the Azure Light Sword was suddenly drawn from its sheath.

A flash of cold light, and the sword's aura was chilling.

Huang Rong moved swiftly, instantly transforming into a streak of blue light.

She was using the ultimate technique of Peach Blossom Island—the Falling Petal Sword Technique.

This sword technique is derived from the Falling Flower Divine Sword Palm, emphasizing the interplay of illusion and reality, with complex and gorgeous moves.

All that could be seen were countless sword shadows, like petals falling in a whirlwind, fluttering and enveloping Chen Yanzhou.

The sword drew countless graceful arcs in the air, thrusting east and slashing west, each strike aimed at a vital point, yet suddenly changing its move just before contact.

It's hard to tell what's real and what's fake.

If an ordinary expert were here, they would probably be dizzy just looking at these dazzling sword moves and wouldn't know how to defend themselves.

Chen Yanzhou stood still, his eyes slightly narrowed.

In his eyes, Huang Rong's movements, though fast, were not without clues.

The core of the Falling Petal Sword Technique lies in "uniqueness" and "skill".

By using rapid changes in movement and sword techniques, visual illusions are created to lure the opponent into revealing a weakness, and then the opponent is attacked unexpectedly. The aim is not to confront the opponent head-on, but to decide the outcome in a very small space.

It is truly ingenious.

After Huang Rong finished her sword dance, she froze, her sword tip pointing to the ground. Several fallen leaves were precisely cut in half by the sword energy and slowly drifted down.

She was slightly out of breath, her face flushed, and her eyes sparkled as she looked at Chen Yanzhou: "How was it? Impressive, right?"

"Impressive." Chen Yanzhou nodded and sincerely praised, "The martial arts of Peach Blossom Island are indeed well-deserved of their reputation. The combination of feints and real attacks, and the ability to anticipate the enemy's moves, truly make it a superior sword technique."

Huang Rong smugly sheathed her sword: "Of course! Now you know the difference, right? Want to learn? Just beg me..."

"No."

Chen Yanzhou waved his hand, interrupting her.

Huang Rong was taken aback, her smile freezing on her face: "No need?"

Chen Yanzhou picked up the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword from the ground and patted its rough blade. "Your swordsmanship is good, but it's not suitable for me, much less for this sword."

"Where is it unsuitable?" Huang Rong asked, somewhat unconvinced. "Of all the sword techniques in the world, they all share the same fundamental principle."

Chen Yanzhou held the sword in one hand, extending it horizontally forward, his gaze becoming focused.

"Your Azure Light Sword follows the path of lightness and agility. It avoids the strong and seizes the opportunity, emphasizing using minimal force to overcome great strength."

As he spoke, he took a step forward, his heavy sword making no fancy movements, just a simple straight slash.

boom!

The air seemed to be cleaved open by the sword, producing a loud bang.

"In the face of absolute weight, no feints or variations matter."

Chen Yanzhou turned to look at Huang Rong, his tone calm yet domineering: "You could stab me ten times and leave ten cuts on my body, but I only need this one."

"No matter how many schemes you devise, how many changes you employ, I will overcome them all with sheer force!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Yanzhou gripped the hilt with one hand, exerted force from his waist and abdomen, and his internal energy surged into the sword like a river flowing backward.

"open!"

A loud shout.

The Xuan Tie Heavy Sword, carrying unparalleled power, slammed heavily into a green stone about half a person's height beside it.

There were no techniques involved; it was just pure smashing.

boom! ! !

A deafening roar echoed through the valley.

Stone fragments flew everywhere, and dust billowed up.

When the smoke and dust cleared, Huang Rong's eyes widened.

That incredibly hard bluestone was actually smashed into powder by this sword strike! Not shattered, but pulverized by the terrifying force!

A deep trench was left on the ground, as if it had been plowed by a giant plow.

Huang Rong opened her mouth, her throat feeling a little dry.