Having studied for a hundred years, why do you call me the Martial Saint?

A boy of about fifteen or sixteen, dressed in the simplest outer sect attire, with a slightly unfocused gaze, held a wooden sword in his hand.

He quietly went up on stage.

But under such intense public scrutiny, everyone was immediately taken aback.

"Who is this person?"

"I don't know, she looks only fifteen or sixteen."

"Could it be one of those junior disciples who's unwilling to back down but wants to force their way in? Wouldn't they just be making things worse at this time?"

Instead of being encouraged, the disciples of Suishan below the stage became anxious.

Even the Three Heroes were defeated. If you, an unknown junior brother, go up there, won't you just become a laughing stock?

The dispatched martial arts traveler said sarcastically, "What, is the Suishan Sword Sect going to use a war of attrition? Sending them one after another, hoping to win through a war of attrition?"

These words made the disciples of Suishan even more embarrassed.

Shen Jianyi sized up the young man before him, his gaze lingering for a moment on the wooden sword in his hand, before he couldn't help but chuckle:

"Junior brother, you've picked up the wrong sword, haven't you?"

A burst of laughter came from the audience.

The boy didn't speak, but simply raised the wooden sword in his hand, the tip of which pointed directly at Shen Jianyi.

To outsiders, this action seemed somewhat audacious and reckless.

"Is this person any good or not?"

"A wooden sword? Is he here to practice swordsmanship or to have a duel?"

"Judging from his posture, he's probably a newbie who's only been in the business for a few days."

Shen Jianyi shook his head, sheathed his longsword, and said calmly:

"Very well, it seems this junior brother has come to learn from me. In that case, I will exchange a few moves with you using my sword sheath, as a way of instructing the younger generation."

He held a longsword still in its sheath, pointing it casually with effortless ease.

Without further ado, the young man thrust out his wooden sword with a straight stab.

Plain and unremarkable, without any frills.

Shen Jianyi casually parried.

when!

The scabbard met the wooden sword with a muffled thud.

Shen Jian's eyes narrowed slightly.

This force... is wrong.

He quickly abandoned his contempt, and with a series of taps of his sword sheath, launched several attacks.

But the boy opposite him used his wooden sword to parry left and right, his movements seemingly clumsy, yet he managed to neutralize all of his attacks.

After a few moves, Shen Jianyi took a step back, his eyes filled with surprise and uncertainty.

"you……"

He pondered for a moment and said seriously:

"You've got some skill. How about we borrow a real sword? Let's have a proper fight."

The boy shook his head, then finally spoke, his voice hoarse:

"Unsheathed."

Shen Jianyi frowned.

"Otherwise, you have no chance of winning."

A simple sentence instantly ignited the entire audience!

"That's incredibly arrogant!"

"Has this kid gone mad? Talking to Young Master Shen like that?"

"Trying to draw a wooden sword? Isn't that suicide?"

The audience erupted in uproar.

A flash of anger crossed Shen Jian's eyes.

Since he entered the martial arts world, none of his peers have dared to speak to him in such a tone!

What's more, the other party was holding a wooden sword!

"good!"

Shen Jianyi slowly drew his longsword, the cold light flashing across its blade.

"Since you insist on this, then..."

A cold glint appeared first, followed by the sword flashing like a dragon!

This time, Shen Jianyi held back.

The sword light crashed down like a storm, each strike aimed directly at the wooden sword!

The intention was to cut him off and make this arrogant brat lose face!

However, a strange scene happened.

Do do do do!

Shen Jianyi's sword is extremely fast.

But no matter how he changed his moves, every single sword strike was precisely deflected by the wooden sword from the side, slapping the blade with unparalleled accuracy!

"This...how is this possible?"

The audience was stunned.

"Young Master Shen, are you perhaps holding back?"

"Screw you! Watch closely, every single one of that kid's sword strikes is faster than the last, hitting the blade with pinpoint accuracy. How deep must his understanding of sword techniques be? He's a fucking master!"

Yue Songting stood in the crowd, gazing at the young man wielding his sword on the arena, feeling inexplicably dazed.

His clumsy swordplay, his skillful use of clumsiness to overcome skill, and his innate composure.

For some reason, his thoughts suddenly drifted back to more than twenty years ago.

Back then, I was just as spirited and confident...

On the stage, Shen Jianyi became increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed.

This person has no flaws whatsoever!

No matter how exquisite or fierce his sword moves were, they were all neutralized by that damned wooden sword.

What frustrated him even more was that his opponent used only the most basic sword moves from beginning to end.

Distract, strike, block!

With just these, they remained unmoved like a mountain despite their own fierce and relentless attacks.

Moreover, the opponent was using a wooden sword!

If a wooden sword is like this, what about a real sword?

A feeling of being played for a fool arose spontaneously.

"You forced me to do this!"

A fierce glint flashed in Shen Jian's eyes, and he held nothing back any longer.

He's about to unleash that sword strike!

That sword strike was inspired by his observation of the approaching storm and the devastating force of dark clouds destroying the city. It had already taken shape as a sword technique, and he used it to defeat Lu Luoxia in one strike!

With a flick of his longsword, his aura suddenly surged!

Like dark clouds obscuring the sky, the imminent storm seemed poised to engulf the entire arena!

"It's here again, it's that sword strike from before!"

A knowledgeable person in the audience exclaimed in surprise:

"This young man is overconfident! If he had a sword made of refined steel, he might be able to withstand this attack, but he's using a wooden sword! How can a wooden sword contend with such a sword strike? It's bound to break!"

"What a pity! This young man's swordsmanship is not weak, but he is far too arrogant!"

"We're going to lose."

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Shen Jian drew his sword.

Rolling dark clouds pressed down with a deafening roar!

The sword hasn't even arrived yet, but the momentum has already been created!

Just as thick, dark clouds were about to engulf everything.

The wooden sword pierced the dark clouds.

The tips of their swords touched.

Shen Jian felt as if his sword aura had been pierced by something.

There was something attached to the wooden sword that he had never seen before.

For some reason, that thing reminded him of the first time he drew a sword when he was young.

Ignoring rules and showing no respect for the world, they only cared about moving forward.

Like sunlight piercing through the night, like dawn breaking across the horizon.

The dark clouds gradually dissipated.

The long sword in Shen Jianyi's hand broke into pieces.

Countless fragments, reflecting a blinding light in the sunlight, scattered and flew everywhere!

The sword energy, now unobstructed, soared into the sky, transforming into a sky full of rosy clouds!

For the first time, Han Baitao, who was sitting in the corner, showed a look of shock on his usually calm face.

His cloudy eyes suddenly widened, staring intently at the young man's figure on the stage.

Shen Jian staggered back several steps, staring blankly at his hand, which was cracked and split open.

“Who…who are you?”

Shen Jianyi spoke as if in a daze, his face blank: "What kind of sword technique is this?"

The young man sheathed his sword and stood there, looking at him calmly.

"...Shaoyang".

After saying that, he turned around and walked off the stage step by step, disappearing from the crowd amidst the bewildered expressions of the onlookers.

"Shaoyang...Shaoyang Sword..."

Shen Jianyi murmured to himself, when suddenly a huge sense of emptiness welled up in his heart.

The image of that sword kept replaying in his mind.

He felt that all the swords he had practiced since childhood, all the sword techniques he was so proud of, suddenly became tasteless, like a stagnant pool.

At this moment, the audience seemed to wake up from a dream.

boom!

The entire training ground erupted in chaos!