Wuxia Fantasy: Starting with the Revitalization of the Beggars' Sect

Zhou Zhiruo was taken aback, not expecting this Beggar Clan senior brother to be so disrespectful and suddenly make a move.

However, she was also a calm and resilient person, and often received guidance from Abbess Miejue, so she remained composed despite her shock.

She leaned slightly forward, and with a light touch of her sword, deflected part of the force from Lin Ye's sword, causing it to miss its mark.

Although Lin Ye missed with his sword, his momentum did not diminish. The tip of his sword slammed into the ground with a clang, raising a cloud of dust.

The Emei female disciple who had lent the sword parted her lips slightly upon seeing this, already vaguely sensing something was wrong. However, since she had just lent the sword, she couldn't take it back, so she could only continue watching the two compete.

Seeing that his vertical slash missed, Lin Ye turned around and delivered a horizontal slash with the same immense force.

Zhou Zhiruo did not parry. She pushed off with her feet and retreated to avoid the attack. The sword tip was still three inches away from her when she missed again, but instead "swoosh" struck a tree trunk next to her, sending wood chips flying.

"Boy, who told you to wield a sword like that?"

The female disciple who had borrowed the sword frowned again and couldn't help but say something.

The sound came out, but Lin Ye seemed not to hear it. He continued to use the sword according to the Beggars' Sect's basic staff techniques in his mind. However, since the sword was not a staff, it was inexplicably awkward to use.

Seeing him wielding the sword with both hands, hacking and slashing wildly without any technique, the air filled with the whooshing sound of his sword swings. Each move was powerful and heavy, yet each strike missed its mark. Sometimes, when he used too much force, his sword would hit the ground, sending up pebbles and dust. The crowd sighed inwardly, thinking that this kid really didn't know swordsmanship.

The woman who had borrowed the sword watched this unfold, initially filled with regret and remorse. But as she continued, a sense of relief slowly crept onto her face. "Never mind..."

In contrast, Zhou Zhiruo, with her sword in hand, exuded a calm and composed demeanor.

Faced with Lin Ye's full-force attacks full of flaws, she often only needed to slightly turn her slender wrist to block with the momentum, or take a light step to calmly dodge, and the seemingly fierce attack would vanish into thin air.

Occasionally, she would counterattack with her sword, using no particularly sophisticated techniques, yet she always managed to leave Lin Ye flustered and his forehead instantly covered in cold sweat.

Lin Ye's sword missed its mark again, and with a "clang," it pierced into a nearby tree trunk. Even with all his strength, he couldn't pull it out.

Lin Ye waved his hand and said, "Wait, wait a moment, don't fight yet."

He continued to draw his sword, creating an extremely chaotic scene.

Abbess Miejue couldn't help but laugh in anger. This wasn't sparring with a person; it was practically arguing with an old tree.

She had hoped that Zhou Zhiruo could learn something from the sparring, but now it seemed like child's play.

A pebble was launched and hit the tree trunk, causing it to tremble twice. The sword then loosened, allowing Lin Ye to pull it out.

Lin Ye said, "Thank you, Master."

He then said to Zhou Zhiruo, "Junior Sister Zhou, let's try again."

Zhou Zhiruo did not make a move, but turned to look at Abbess Miejue.

Abbess Miejue coldly replied, "A sword is inanimate, but a person is alive. Does not knowing how to use a sword mean one cannot fight?"

"If you had incorporated the movement techniques you used against the Hai Sha Sect yesterday into your test of skill just now, you wouldn't have ended up in such a sorry state. I thought you had some talent, but I didn't expect you to be such a useless piece of wood."

Lin Ye was taken aback upon hearing this, and looked at his hands as if he had sensed something.

That's right, how come I didn't think of that? Fist techniques can be sword moves. If I had incorporated the movement techniques of the Free and Unfettered Wanderer into the sword moves I just made, I might have been able to win.

He immediately replied, "Your teachings are correct. Thank you for your guidance. I understand now."

He then said to Zhou Zhiruo with great confidence, "Junior Sister Zhou, please enlighten me further."

After a series of tests, he had a general understanding of Zhou Zhiruo's martial arts skills. Although her skill level was not very high, her sword techniques were probably not much inferior to those of her senior sisters.

Zhou Zhiruo said, "Brother Lin, you won't attack me again, will you?"

Lin Ye was a little embarrassed and surprised that Zhou Zhiruo still remembered what had just happened. Although Zhou Zhiruo was beautiful, she was not fond of smiling, so he didn't expect her to joke with others.

He cupped his hands and said with an embarrassed smile, "I acted a little hastily just now, please don't mind, Junior Sister Zhou."

Zhou Zhiruo held her sword in the back of her hand and bowed, smiling slightly, clearly not taking it to heart. But she was startled again the next second. Before she could finish her bow, the Beggar Clan's senior brother had already raised his sword to strike again.

She paused for a moment, her eyes widened suddenly, and then the corners of her lips curled up. She was actually amused by this series of impolite and reckless behavior.

"You sly little brat..." Abbess Miejue couldn't help but snort as she watched.

Although Zhou Zhiruo was gentle and quiet, she was still a girl after all. When she got angry, she couldn't help but show her childlike nature. She became serious and used the exquisite sword techniques of Emei.

Lin Ye managed to parry for more than twenty rounds when the opponent's sword tip suddenly twitched, flashing like a rainbow, and stabbed straight at his wrist.

In a panic, Lin Ye had no choice but to drop his sword and retreat with his wrist guard.

Before the Emei sword even hit the ground, Zhou Zhiruo deftly caught it with a flick of her own blade.

"Brother Lin, you flatter me," Zhou Zhiruo said with a smile.

Lin Ye's face was grim.

Fist techniques are fist techniques, and sword techniques are sword techniques; how can they be combined?

He himself did not know swordsmanship. Just now, he forcibly incorporated the "Free and Easy Wandering" movement technique into his sword moves. As a result, he only grasped the form. When it came to making a move, he was at a loss and his clumsy state was fully exposed. It was no different from his previous random slashing and hacking.

When Zhou Zhiruo got a little serious, he still made many mistakes and ultimately could not withstand the authentic swordsmanship of the Emei Sect, which had been refined and honed over generations.

If he were to abandon his sword and use his fists, his skill level wouldn't be much higher than Zhou Zhiruo's. In a fight between two people with similar martial arts skills, even an inch longer would be an inch stronger.

On the contrary, Zhou Zhiruo is skilled with a sword, and the agile movements of the Free and Easy Wanderer might inspire her swordsmanship.

His gaze shifted, and sure enough, Abbess Miejue had a smile on her lips.

"That old woman..."

Lin Ye cursed inwardly but didn't say it aloud. He simply said, "Junior Sister Zhou's swordsmanship is indeed superb. I concede defeat."

Abbess Miejue said, "Young man, you understand things very quickly and are quite promising. Your defeat to Zhiruo was not your fault. It was just that your movement techniques were a bit rusty in the first test. With more practice, you will surely improve."

The old woman was still trying to fool people.

Lin Ye frowned. He might be able to integrate the techniques more skillfully, but wouldn't a larger sandbag still be a sandbag?

Since he needed to practice anyway, and with 8000 chances to draw the skill, he decided to draw out the "Dog-Beating Stick Technique" and practice it with Zhou Zhiruo.

He said at the moment:

"What you say is true. I will go back and think about it before asking Junior Sister Zhou for advice."

He returned the sword, and the Emei female disciple took it from his hand. Seeing that the blade already had a slight chip, she couldn't help but sigh again.

Although this sword wasn't some divine weapon, it had been with her for many years, and seeing it in this state truly broke her heart.

He scolded, "Boy, the art of swordsmanship emphasizes intention, not force. If you use it like that, no sword will be effective in your hands!"

The woman sheathed her sword and walked angrily to the side.

Lin Ye apologized repeatedly, then thought that the way of swordsmanship is to use intention rather than force, and he was using it like a stick. The correct approach would be to use force rather than intention. He thought that was still the right thing to do.

He just lacks a good stick move.