I became a prince in a martial arts world.

Chapter 86 Someone's Challenging Wang Yu!

Fang Shaobai said that he was not much stronger than Xin Yilong a year ago. Of course, this was a humble statement. If he was only that strong, he would not have earned the reputation of Little Sword Immortal.

However, it's not untrue that he hasn't reached his current level. After all, Xin Yilong is by no means weak, and Fang Shaobai's victory with a single sword strike seems too exaggerated. If his aura hadn't remained unchanged, everyone would probably have thought he had reached the Grandmaster level.

Aside from Xin Yilong, the most shocked person at the scene was Ling Feiyun. He turned around and exchanged a glance with Gu Nanfeng, and a name popped into their minds at the same time.

"Willow Follows the Wind!"

"Back then, Liu Suifeng was such a brilliant and talented man that he defeated Weiming with a single sword strike."

"Thirty years ago, although Wei Ming had not yet reached the Innate Realm, he was already on the verge of it. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he was half a step into the Innate Realm, but he still couldn't stop Liu Suifeng's sword."

"Not to mention Wei Ming, even I lost the sword duel and gave away the Bashan sword."

Beside the two old men, Yang Weiming narrowed his eyes, sensing Fang Shaobai's sword technique of breaking ice with the Azure Lotus, as if he were also experiencing the feelings his master had when facing Liu Suifeng back then.

Feng Rigan's expression darkened. "Can you subdue Yi Long with a single sword strike?"

Yang Weiming said calmly, "No."

On the other side, everyone looked at Wang Yu in surprise. Qianqian asked, "What did you say to him that made him use the word 'enlighten'?"

Qianqian was shocked. Before entering the Zhenxi Prince's Mansion, she had actually seen Fang Shaobai make a move. Although it was indeed extraordinary, she didn't take it too seriously.

However, even Qianqian was deeply amazed by Fang Shaobai's sword strike. Recalling her own experience, she realized that she had no good way to deal with the same sword strike and had to retreat as well.

"Hmm—" Wang Yu stroked his chin, a look of great satisfaction on his face. "Brother Fang has extraordinary talent. He was able to understand my profound meaning and his cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds. This is truly a cause for celebration."

flourishing:???

Although she didn't know what was going on, Qianqian knew from Wang Yu's expression that he was talking nonsense again.

Because they didn't know Wang Yu, Yan Xiangxue's eyes showed curiosity, and Alde's gaze towards Wang Yu even carried a sense of admiration.

Yan Xiangxue has been guiding Wang Yu's cultivation these past few days. She knows that although his martial arts are not weak, he has not yet entered the Innate Realm. His internal energy is of extraordinary quality, but his accumulation is not very thick. At least he is not as good as Meng Wei and Shen Zhijun, the chief disciples of the seven major sword sects. He is probably about the same as Ling Kaixuan and the Three Steeds of Tianshan.

This level of skill would certainly qualify someone as a top-tier expert in the martial arts world, but it still wouldn't be considered a top-tier figure below the Innate Realm.

At this age, with such martial arts skills, he can certainly be called a young master with extraordinary talent. However, it is not necessarily true that he is exceptionally talented. Of course, Wang Yu's ability to fuse ice and fire is rare in the world. This is just a matter of the level of martial arts.

But no matter how you look at it, Fang Shaobai should be far superior to Wang Yu in terms of understanding and mastery of martial arts. I don't know how Wang Yu could have enlightened Fang Shaobai.

At this moment, Fang Shaobai stunned everyone present, but he did not deny the credit and thanked Wang Yu on the spot. Wang Yu took this opportunity to say to Qianqian, "If you have any questions about martial arts or techniques in the future, just ask me."

Qianqian gave him a flirtatious wink.

On the field, Xin Yilong retreated dejectedly. Fang Shaobai also did not immediately challenge Yang Weiming, but instead cupped his hands and said, "Please give me another quarter of an hour to rest, Senior Yang."

Yang Weiming's eyes narrowed, and he and Feng Rigan beside him said in unison, "What an arrogant young man."

Fang Shaobai defeated Xin Yilong with a single sword strike. He himself probably wouldn't believe how much he had expended. Even now, he still asked to rest, which was actually to give Yang Weiming time to think about the key to his sword technique that broke the ice.

However, Fang Shaobai is not an arrogant person. His actions were due to his absolute confidence in himself and his respect for his predecessors, because Liu Suifeng did the same thing back then.

Yang Weiming nodded. "Alright, we'll have our sword fight in a quarter of an hour."

Fang Shaobai cupped his hands in greeting and retreated to his own group.

The square in front of the Sword Inquiry Hall fell silent.

Just then, Ling Kaixuan stepped out from the Tianshan Sect's ranks, looked at Wang Yu, and said with his sword in hand, "Prince Zhao."

Wang Yu looked up and heard Ling Kaixuan say, "Young Master Fang said he made rapid progress after receiving guidance from Prince Zhao. I am curious and would like to ask Your Highness to teach me a few moves. Is that alright?"

In seven sword fights, Tianshan suffered six defeats.

Although it was basically a matter of inferior horses against middle horses and middle horses against superior horses, it didn't mean that the Tianshan Sect was really as weak as the score suggested. However, the scene was still not pleasant to watch, and it was even more unacceptable for proud third-generation Tianshan martial artists like Ling Kaixuan.

He received news from the sect that Sun Wenzhu and Wang Yu had apparently helped the Tianshan Sect, and the sect had even sent two Tianshan Snow Lotuses in return.

But while the sect did offer help and sent a return gift, it didn't say that we couldn't ask for guidance or spar, did it?

Moreover, Zhu Yu was originally a guest brought by Fang Shaobai to attend the ceremony, and he was not a friend of the Tianshan Sect.

Ling Kaixuan, a young man with a penchant for love, couldn't help but be moved by the stunning beauties Li Yunxiu and Qianqian. It would be fine if their husbands were heroes and great men whom he could hardly match, but in his eyes, Wang Yu was just a carefree third-generation prince.

Well, although he is indeed handsome, his temperament is really mismatched.

Hearing Fang Shaobai praise Wang Yu again, Ling Kaixuan couldn't help but feel disbelieving. He even looked down on Fang Shaobai. He thought that the Taihua Sect was wary of the Zhenxi Prince's Mansion in Hexi Road, but their Tianshan Sect was far away outside the pass and didn't need to care about the Zhenxi Prince's Mansion.

Therefore, Ling Kaixuan decisively stepped forward and challenged Wang Yu by name.

Indeed, it is a challenge. Even though Ling Kaixuan believes his martial arts are superior, Wang Yu, as the Prince of Zhenxi and a guest of the Tianshan Sect, is indeed of higher status than him.

In addition, over the past sixty years, there have been precedents of guests invited by the Tianshan Sect or the Seven Great Sword Sects being eager to compete in sword duels.

Of course, in the previous few precedents, it was always the guests who came up to ask for advice, but this was indeed the first time that a disciple of the Tianshan Sect had spoken first.

Upon hearing Ling Kaixuan's challenge, Yang Weiming frowned and hissed, "Insolence!"

Feng Rigan shook his head. "His temperament is still unstable."

Ling Feiyun and Gu Nanfeng, however, remained unfazed. Gu Nanfeng even laughed and said, "Young people are like this; they won't turn back until they hit a brick wall."

Ling Feiyun said calmly, "It's good to bump into him. Let him know that the world is vast and there are many talented and extraordinary people."

On the day of the test of internal strength, Yang Weiming suffered a minor loss due to carelessness. Later, Ye Tianlin exposed Qianqian's identity. Ling Feiyun did not believe that someone who could sit firmly on the throne of the royal palace and make the demoness of the demonic sect swoon would be no match for his good-for-nothing grandson.

Although Yang Weiming and Feng Rigan were quite dissatisfied, and Ling Feiyun and Gu Nanfeng were not optimistic, none of them stopped Ling Kaixuan. After all, Ling Kaixuan's words were quite polite, and if they spoke up to stop him, it would only make Wang Yu look down on.

Alder, however, wrinkled her nose. "No manners!"

Wang Yu laughed, stood up, and acted casually and nonchalantly, even stroking Alde's hair. "I'll beat him until he knows how to be polite."

Alde opened his clear, big eyes. Only his parents and master had ever stroked his hair. Why should he?

"Cough cough." Wang Yu coughed twice, then picked up his Kangwei sword and stepped into the square.

Qianqian pouted, and Li Yunxiu's eyes flickered. They didn't think much of it. Alde was very cute, and they wanted to touch her too.

Seeing the new appearance of Wang Yu's longsword, adorned with crouching tigers and coiled dragons, inlaid with gemstones, and carved from brass, Ling Kaixuan felt even more disdain. He pointed the sword diagonally at the Snow Mountain Plum Blossom, "The guest is the guest, please!"

Wang Yu smiled and said, "Then I won't be polite."

Off the field, Fang Shaobai smiled, and Meng Wei bluntly stated, "Ling Kaixuan is no match for Brother Zhao."

"Oh?" Xie Fuyun asked curiously, "It's said that this young prince frequented brothels in the capital, indulging in drinking and women. Could he also be skilled in martial arts?"

Wang Yu once fought off hundreds of bandits and outlaws with Fang Shaobai, Meng Wei, and Shen Zhijun, but the other four had never met him.

Shen Zhijun said, "Zhao Zheng is a master of the Innate Realm. He tailored the Seven Forms of the Setting Sun for Brother Zhao. In my opinion, in terms of swordsmanship alone, it is definitely not inferior to the various swordsmanship styles of our seven major sword sects."

"Oh?" Liu Wuchen and the other three looked at the square in unison.

At that moment, Wang Yu also drew his sword.

With a sword cry, Ling Kaixuan's longsword trembled slightly. Just as he was about to make his move, he saw a continuous golden glow before him.

The dazzling sword shadows almost filled Ling Kaixuan's vision. A lone goose flashed past in the golden light, seemingly slow but actually fast, reaching his chest in an instant, then splitting into three and striking three major acupoints on his chest.

Ling Kaixuan was shocked and retreated rapidly, simultaneously thrusting his longsword forward. The Seventy-Two Styles of Wind and Snow swept out in a continuous, sweeping attack.

"Ding!"

With a soft sound, Ling Kaixuan suddenly realized that the sound of the two swords clashing did not come from any of the lone geese; Wang Yu's sword tip was actually hidden in the continuous golden clouds.

He was momentarily stunned by the lone figure of the golden clouds and did not notice where the tip of the sword was. Fortunately, his swordsmanship was extremely fast, otherwise he would have succeeded in the first place!

Unexpectedly, Wang Yu's swordsmanship was so profound that he almost lost his life in one move. Ling Kaixuan had no more hope in his heart. He focused his mind, circulated his true energy to the limit, and rushed forward with his long sword.

Although Wang Yu was somewhat disappointed that he hadn't defeated his enemy in one move and that his feigned attack had failed, he didn't care. His longsword meandered and twisted, like a winding river, carving a path through endless snow and wind, aiming straight for Ling Kaixuan's throat.

"Drink!" Ling Kaixuan shouted, and the wind and snow filled the sky, submerging the long river.

After exchanging only two moves, Ling Kaixuan knew for certain that in terms of swordsmanship alone, he was no match for Wang Yu. Wang Yu's swordsmanship was even superior to that of Meng Wei of the Laoshan School. At least, Meng Wei could not possibly put so much pressure on him in just two moves.

"How is this possible?"

Although Ling Kaixuan was unwilling to believe it, the facts were undeniable, and he had no choice but to accept them. So, with a light step, Ling Kaixuan's figure seemed to transform into a whirlwind, swirling around Wang Yu.

The Seventy-Two Forms of Wind and Snow is also a sword technique that requires lightness skill to coordinate with!

The higher one's agility, the stronger one's swordsmanship!

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