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

But then a flash of blue light appeared, and the tip of the sword flickered out three sword flowers, stabbing at Chen Yanzhou's shoulders and throat respectively.

This sword strike came extremely fast; if it were the Huang Rong of the past, she would never have been able to unleash such a fierce attack.

It seems those snake galls weren't wasted; with his inner strength deepening, even his Falling Petal Sword Technique has gained more refinement.

Chen Yanzhou shifted his feet and moved three feet to the side like a ghost.

Too light, that was the only thought in his mind.

Having removed the heavy Xuan Tie sword, his body felt so light it seemed to float away. With a slight effort, he darted a great distance.

He casually swung the branch in his hand, subconsciously using the internal energy techniques of the Xuan Tie Swordplay that he had been practicing diligently for the past few days.

"call!"

This move should have been powerful and heavy, with the force to split mountains and shatter rocks, but the problem was that he was holding a light, withered tree branch instead of the heavy sword.

With a burst of force, the branch, unable to withstand the pressure, bent limply in an arc, turning what was originally a fierce strike into something utterly comical, like a child playing house.

"Pfft."

Huang Rong couldn't help but laugh out loud, but she didn't hold back at all when it came to her hands.

"What kind of swordsmanship is that? It's not even good enough to swat away flies!"

She has a sharp eye and instantly seized upon this momentary flaw.

The Azure Light Sword moved like a serpent spitting its tongue, slashing repeatedly, each strike aimed at a vital spot, forcing him to retreat repeatedly.

This girl, she'll beam with joy if you give her a little sunshine.

Chen Yanzhou struggled to hold the branch in his hand, looking quite disheveled.

The Xuan Tie Sword Technique emphasizes inertia and gravity. The weapon in his hand was as light as a feather and couldn't keep up with the rhythm at all. Instead, he lost his balance because he was using too much force.

"How about it? Do you submit?"

Huang Rong became more and more adept at fighting, her sword strikes like a rainbow, forcing Chen Yanzhou to a boulder by the cold pool.

Her pretty face flushed slightly, her eyes filled with smugness: "If I beat you today, you'll have to teach me that Dog-Beating Stick Technique!"

Chen Yanzhou braced his heels against the boulder to steady himself, and looked at the little wildcat with its claws outstretched, a playful smile playing on his lips.

"Let's talk when your sword can touch the hem of my clothes."

Before he finished speaking, Chen Yanzhou flicked his wrist, abandoning his clumsy slashing technique.

Since there's no weight in my hands, I'll maximize my speed.

The tree branch seemed to come alive in his hands, turning into a grayish-brown afterimage.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound.

Huang Rong felt a numbness in her wrist, and the withered tree branch precisely struck the weakest point on the spine of her thrusting sword, instantly deflecting her attack.

Huang Rong gritted her teeth, turned around, and wielded her sword with agility, unleashing another move, "Falling Petals".

This time, however, Chen Yanzhou did not back down.

He didn't use any fancy techniques with the branch in his hand; it was just simple stabbing, picking, and wiping.

But it was unusually fast, almost unbelievably fast.

Just as Huang Rong raised her sword, the tree branch was already in front of her.

"Snapped!"

Another strike, this time hitting the hilt of her sword.

Huang Rong was startled. How could this be? He was so clumsy just now, how come he suddenly seems like a different person?

Undeterred by fate, she used unorthodox footwork, weaving through the rocks, attempting to exploit her agility to find Chen Yanzhou's blind spot.

However, no matter how she changed her tactics, Chen Yanzhou seemed to have already seen through her intentions.

That branch followed me everywhere.

At first, Huang Rong could barely parry thanks to her exquisite swordsmanship, but after twenty moves, she felt the pressure increase exponentially.

Chen Yanzhou stood still, barely moving his feet, and with just a flick of his wrist, he wove a tight, impenetrable net.

"Snapped!"

The branch lightly struck her shoulder; the force was small, yet it made half of her body go numb, and her swordplay instantly became chaotic.

"This move is too slow," Chen Yanzhou commented lazily.

Enraged, Huang Rong swung her sword backhand and slashed at the tree branch.

Chen Yanzhou lowered his wrist, and the branch slid past the sword, gently touching the web between her thumb and forefinger.

"This move has too many flaws."

"You!" Huang Rong was both ashamed and angry. This was not a friendly sparring match, but clearly a game!

She took a deep breath, channeling her inner energy into the sword. The Azure Light Sword emitted a clear and melodious sword cry, its tip trembling and transforming into specks of cold starlight that enveloped Chen Yanzhou's major acupoints.

Seeing this, Chen Yanzhou no longer held back and suddenly thrust out the branch in his hand.

There was no fancy technique whatsoever; it was just a straight, direct stab.

This thrust, though launched later, arrived first, piercing straight through the myriad sword shadows and stopping steadily three inches in front of Huang Rong's throat.

The countless cold stars vanished in an instant.

Chen Yanzhou slowly retracted the branch, casually made an awkward sword flourish, and laughed, "You flatter me, Miss Huang."

Huang Rong stared blankly at him, her chest heaving slightly, and a fine layer of sweat beading on her forehead.

She never imagined she would lose so completely.

If he hadn't held back, I probably would have been defeated twenty moves ago.

Huang Rong bit her lip, her face full of resentment, "How could you be so fast?"

Chen Yanzhou casually tossed the branch into the cold pool, splashing a small water droplet. He clapped his hands, walked up to Huang Rong, and seeing her dejected expression, couldn't help but flick her forehead.

"collapse!"

"Ouch!" Huang Rong clutched her forehead, glaring at him with teary eyes. "What are you doing!"

"Just to wake you up," Chen Yanzhou laughed. "I usually use a heavy sword made of black iron, but just now I was using a tree branch, so naturally I was faster."

Huang Rong rubbed her forehead. Although she was unconvinced, she knew he was telling the truth.

The feeling of being completely suppressed that she had just experienced made her realize the gap between the two of them.

Seeing Huang Rong with her head drooping, her Qingguang sword idly jabbing at the ground, she looked just like a defeated little rooster.

"Alright, stop wallowing in self-pity." Chen Yanzhou walked over and sat down on a large blue stone.

Huang Rong snorted and turned her head to the side, clearly indicating that her words of comfort had no effect.

Chen Yanzhou stroked his chin, his eyes darting around, and changed the subject, saying, "By the way, these past few days while practicing swordsmanship under the waterfall, besides the method of using a heavy sword without an edge, I've also come to understand something else. If you learn it, you'll be able to remain undefeated even if you encounter an enemy with several times the depth of your internal strength."

Before he finished speaking, Huang Rong, who had been facing away from him, twitched her ears slightly.

Huang Rong turned around abruptly, her previous dejected look completely gone.

Those bright, lively eyes were now gleaming, and even the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly.

"Really?" She rushed to Chen Yanzhou, her face filled with suspicion yet unable to hide her anticipation. "You're not lying to me? What kind of kung fu is this amazing?"

Chen Yanzhou didn't say anything, but simply rubbed his shoulder, looking exhausted after a bout of enjoyment: "Ugh, I practiced swordsmanship all morning, my shoulders are really sore, and even my memory seems to be a bit off..."

Huang Rong was an extremely clever person. She silently cursed him a couple of times, and then immediately put on a flattering smile.

She went behind Chen Yanzhou, reached out her small hands, placed them on his shoulders, and began to massage them with just the right amount of pressure. As she massaged, she leaned closer and asked, "How's the pressure? Do you want it a little harder?"

Chen Yanzhou squinted comfortably, enjoying Huang Rong's top-notch service, humming softly, "Hmm, a little harder on the left... Yes, yes, right there, oh my, Miss Huang's skills are quite good."

"Stop talking nonsense!" Huang Rong gave him a light pat on the back and urged, "Tell me, tell me, what have you figured out?"

Seeing that the time was right, Chen Yanzhou stopped teasing him and stood up with a smile, dusting off the hem of his clothes.

"Stand still."

Huang Rong immediately stopped her playful smile and stood obediently in place with a serious expression.