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

"How is it?"

Chen Yanzhou, carrying the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword in one hand, approached Huang Rong with a smug grin and an irritating expression: "Scared stiff?"

Huang Rong snapped out of her daze, her eyes darting around, and that arrogant air of hers returned.

She turned her head away and scoffed, "Who's stupid? You're the stupid one."

He was tough on the outside, but inside he was pounding with fear.

The wind pressure generated by that sword strike just now stung her cheeks even from a distance. If she were to encounter it in actual combat, that aura alone would be enough to terrify anyone, leaving no room for her to flank.

Chen Yanzhou didn't refute, but just smiled meaningfully, "In the face of absolute power, movement techniques are nothing more than fancy dance steps."

As he spoke, he shook the large weapon in his hand, the blade slicing through the air with a sickening whistling sound.

"Look at you, so naive and unsophisticated. I'm in a good mood today." Chen Yanzhou tapped the ground lightly with his heavy sword. "If you can make a nice sound, I'll teach you."

Huang Rong glanced at the dark, heavy iron lump, and the image of herself carrying this thing and becoming a burly, strong woman flashed through her mind, making her shiver.

"Who cares!"

She took two steps back with disdain, clutching her Azure Light Sword. "This young lady is naturally beautiful; I'm not going to practice such clumsy, bear-like kung fu. You can keep yourself as a laborer."

"They don't know what's good for them."

Chen Yanzhou wasn't annoyed; he simply slung the heavy sword over his shoulder.

He walked a few steps to Huang Rong.

Huang Rong instinctively tried to dodge, but Chen Yanzhou didn't resort to violence. Instead, he reached out and gently ruffled her slightly messy hair.

The movements were natural, with a touch of doting affection, as if coaxing a sulking little sister from next door.

"Alright, I'll stop teasing you." Chen Yanzhou dropped his playful demeanor, his tone unusually serious. "While this Xuan Tie Sword Technique is powerful, it is indeed extremely energy-consuming. Your physique is weak, and practicing too much of it could easily injure you. However, you can learn a thing or two about the methods of channeling energy within it."

He paused, looking into Huang Rong's bright eyes, "Whenever you want to learn, just ask me."

After saying that, without waiting for Huang Rong's reaction, he turned around, picked up his heavy sword, and walked towards the open space in the center of the valley.

Huang Rong stood there, stunned, and raised her hand to touch the top of her head.

It felt as if the warmth of my palm still lingered there.

In all her life, no one except her father had ever dared to touch her head like that.

"You stinking beggar..."

Huang Rong muttered something, her cheeks inexplicably burning, but she didn't say anything more sarcastic. She simply found a clean rock to sit on, rested her chin on her hand, and looked at the figure from behind.

Chen Yanzhou stood in the center of the open space, not in a hurry to draw his sword.

Although the sword strike just now was incredibly powerful, he knew that it was nothing more than brute force.

The Xuan Tie Heavy Sword weighs 81 jin (approximately 40 kg). If it were wielded like an ordinary weapon, even with his greatly increased internal strength, he would be exhausted within fifty moves.

"A heavy sword has no edge; true skill lies in simplicity..."

Since it is heavy, we cannot resist its weight, but rather adapt to it and make use of it.

inertia.

This word popped into Chen Yanzhou's mind.

He suddenly opened his eyes, his wrist sank, and the heavy sword slid down. Just as the tip of the sword was about to touch the ground, he suddenly exerted force from his waist and abdomen, no longer lifting it by force, but drawing an arc along with the downward momentum of the sword.

Waaah—!

Using the force of the swing, the greatsword was raised once more.

This time, Chen Yanzhou felt that the weight in his hands seemed to have lightened a bit.

It's not that the sword has become lighter, but rather that its "momentum" has increased.

He moved with the graceful steps of the "Free and Easy Wandering" movement, his figure weaving through the arena like a swimming dragon.

The heavy iron sword in his hand was no longer an inanimate object, but rather like a black dragon that had been awakened, rolling and roaring with his movements.

At first, his movements were a bit clumsy, and there were occasional pauses between sword moves.

But as each move was executed, the sense of obscurity gradually disappeared.

He no longer adhered to specific techniques, but followed the momentum.

Huang Rong sat in the distance, her eyes widening.

In her vision, Chen Yanzhou's figure had gradually blurred, enveloped by a black storm.

The muffled whooshing sounds echoed through the air, like rolling thunder, making her eardrums buzz.

The surrounding fallen leaves were swept up by the strong wind, and before they even got within three feet of the sword, they were shredded by the terrifying wind pressure.

Chen Yanzhou practiced more and more skillfully, and the internal energy within his body surged like a river, continuously pouring into the sword.

As the momentum built up, Chen Yanzhou's expression turned serious, and he seemed somewhat out of control.

His gaze sharpened as he noticed the waterfall to the side, its swift current crashing against the rocks with a deafening roar.

Chen Yanzhou stomped his foot, and the ground instantly cracked.

He shot forward like an arrow released from a bow, with unstoppable momentum, heading straight for the waterfall.

"Open it!"

A loud shout drowned out the roar of the waterfall.

Chen Yanzhou gripped his sword with both hands, concentrating all his energy and spirit into a single point, and fiercely swung his sword at the Milky Way descending from the sky.

This sword strike had no fancy variations.

Only pure, extreme power and speed.

boom!!!

A powerful burst of sword energy shot out, followed by a deafening roar.

Huang Rong covered her mouth in shock.

In that instant, the waterfall, which was several meters wide, suddenly stopped flowing!

The violent sword energy, accompanied by terrifying wind pressure, forcefully cut off the water flow, causing water droplets to explode and turn into a torrential downpour.

That moment seemed to freeze in time.

A black greatsword hung horizontally in mid-air, and in front of its blade, the rushing water seemed to have crashed into an invisible wall, swirling back!

A breath later.

The waterfall, now severed, crashed down again, resuming its original flow and soaking Chen Yanzhou to the bone.

But the brilliance of that sword strike was etched deeply into Huang Rong's mind like a brand.

Chen Yanzhou leaned on his sword, panting heavily. He was soaked to the bone, his hair plastered to his face, and he looked rather disheveled.