Chapter 30: Feeling Sour
Seeing Ning Qi didn’t speak.
The little fatty Zhuang Chen started his chatterbox mode.
“Ning Qi, really, you should go down.”
“Ning Qi, that wasn’t my full strength just now.”
“Ning Qi, why aren’t you ignoring me?”
“Ning Qi, are you not very smart? Sigh, if you’re not going down, I’ll go a little lighter.”
When Zhuang Chen finally couldn’t help but say this sentence, everyone had strange expressions on their faces.
The Divine Sword Sect’s Senior Disciple Brother and the Divine Sword Elder’s mouths twitched.
The Dragon Mountain Daoist smiled faintly.
This little fatty is quite interesting.
Ning Qi gave Zhuang Chen a speechless look and finally spoke:
“If you keep talking, your Master will beat you.”
Zhuang Chen looked back and saw the gradually darkening face of the Divine Sword Elder, and couldn’t help but snort.
He reached out and drew the dark black wooden sword from his back, his entire aura gradually changing.
A sharpness rose and coiled, astonishing Ning Qi. Facing it directly, he realized that some people truly undergo such immense change.
If Zhuang Chen before was just a silly, gluttonous little fatty, then the current him is already showing signs of a peerless swordsman.
16 “Ning Qi, are you empty-handed?”
Zhuang Chen’s voice was different from his previous solemnity. In this state, he seemed to have seen through Ning Qi’s complexity.
Ning Qi slightly raised an eyebrow.
“I’ll use a sword too.”
He did not specialize in the Sword Dao, but he had read no small number of sword manuals. With his comprehension, he could casually attain more than others could through countless arduous practices. Moreover, understanding one leads to understanding all. The Myriad Manifestations Fist is also the Myriad Manifestations Sword. The little fatty can be called a peerless prodigy in the Sword Dao, but in front of Ning Qi, he was still a bit too green.
Zhuang Chen’s eyes rose with battle intent.
“Then why aren’t you using your sword?”
The voice fell.
Ye Qinghe’s voice had already sounded from the True Martial Sect side:
“Junior Brother, take the sword.”
A wooden sword that matched Ning Qi’s height flew over. Ning Qi didn’t look back, merely reached out and gripped it casually. The wooden sword, as if alive, landed perfectly within Ning Qi’s palm.
To ordinary people, it seemed unremarkable, but the Divine Sword Elder’s eyes immediately narrowed.
Somewhat astonished and uncertain.
Sensing that Ning Qi was not simple, Zhuang Chen couldn’t help but smile. Practicing the sword was his greatest hobby, and sparring with different Sword Dao masters made him very happy. However, there were no peers in the Divine Sword Sect who could fight him, nor were there any who were a few years older.
“Ning Qi, be careful!”
His plump body possessed disproportionate agility, clearly having undergone Tendon Refining. The first realm of Tendon Refining is the tempering of the sinews, obtaining extraordinary toughness and flexibility, sufficient to allow the human body to perform all sorts of incredible movements.
For example, at this moment.
Zhuang Chen stabbed over with a sword, and with a flick of his wrist, more than a dozen sword flowers appeared, eliciting bursts of gasps and amazement from the crowd below.
Zhuang Chen’s expression was solemn, unlike his previous foolishness; sharpness emanated from him.
That sword flower seemed light and airy, yet it carried a sense of weight, like a great cauldron, like a boulder.
“Lifting lightly, as if heavy!”
Qin Yun said word by word.
His gaze slightly condensed.
Previously, Zhuang Chen had already showcased a profound realm of lifting lightly, able to control it freely. Now, he casually swung over a dozen swords, as if lifting heavy objects lightly. This level of Sword Dao realm was hard to imagine appearing on an eight-year-old child.
“Is this the Tian Sheng Sword Bone?”
Qin Yun was silent in his heart.
He had initially dismissed the Divine Sword Elder’s words, but now, he was silent.
Ning Qi held the wooden sword casually in his hand.
Now that his body is flawless, with a strength of 100,000 jin when he raises his arm, if he were to go all out, he could flatten the little fatty with a casual slap. Even the Dragon Mountain Daoist doesn’t know he has such an astonishing Foundation.
Not to mention that Ning Qi’s Sword Dao realm also far surpassed Zhuang Chen; the two were not on the same level to begin with.
But there’s no need to be so ostentatious.
Ning Qi made a move.
One is that he was somewhat interested in the Dragon Owl Sword, as it was the sword of a Gang Yuan Realm Expert, and the other was to bring some face to his sect. His Master had tasks for his disciple to carry out, so Ning Qi had to earn this face. As for whether the Dragon Mountain Daoist wanted it or not, that was his own affair.
“Should I use a body strength similar to that of the little fatty?”
This was not difficult for Ning Qi.
Sword light pressed closer.
Ning Qi remained still for a long time.
This made the Divine Sword Sect members confused.
But Zhuang Chen felt an unprecedented pressure. Ning Qi, on the opposite side, had not yet drawn his sword. He was merely standing there loosely, yet Zhuang Chen felt as if he were facing myriad formless swords. Beads of sweat had already appeared on his forehead.
He had never seen an opponent like this.
Zhuang Chen shouted.
Finally, couldn’t withstand the pressure.
He went all out, and a dozen sword flowers disappeared. The wooden sword thrust forward plainly, but the sword chant that broke through the air was incredibly clear.
The Dragon Mountain Daoist couldn’t help but exclaim in surprise:
“This is… man-sword unity?”
Although it looks like Zhuang Chen has only just glimpsed this realm, it is still astonishing.
This time, the Divine Sword Elder did not feel triumphant, because he saw something even more astonishing in Ning Qi. A look of horror gradually rose in his eyes.
Ning Qi finally moved.
He looked at Zhuang Chen calmly, casually raised his hand, and slashed out with his sword, like a breeze rustling willow branches.
The speed and power were not astonishing, and even slightly inferior to Zhuang Chen’s, but it possessed a captivating beauty and artistic conception.
In Zhuang Chen’s eyes.
The sword in Ning Qi’s hand was like a wisp of wind, a cloud, light and ethereal, yet present everywhere, offering no escape.
Zhuang Chen’s eyes widened, almost in a daze.
By the time he came to his senses.
Only then did he realize that the sword in his hand had fallen to the ground at some unknown time, and Ning Qi’s sword was pointing at his chubby belly.
Ning Qi smiled and pointed his sword at the little fatty’s stomach:
“Swords should be used like this.”
Looking at the stunned little fatty, he felt a sense of guilt and exhilaration, like bullying a child.
At this moment.
The training ground was already silent.
The surrounding people all stared blankly at this scene, and those from the Divine Sword Sect found it hard to believe, unable to accept that Zhuang Chen had been instantly killed.
Among the True Martial Sect, those disciples who had never seen Ning Qi make a move were all incredibly excited.
“Ninth Martial Uncle （ Ninth Senior Brother ）, so this is how powerful you are!”
Ye Qinghe secretly stuck out her tongue.
“Little Nine is truly a prodigy, I can barely comprehend his Sword Dao realm.”
She originally thought Ning Qi would decisively defeat and beat up the little fatty with his absolute strength, but she didn’t expect him to suppress the opponent using Sword Dao.
In an instant, Ning Qi had become everyone’s focus.
Qin Yun watched this scene, his expression complicated.
There was joy, and also a bit of sourness.
The Divine Sword Elder’s heart churned with gigantic waves.
At this moment.
He finally understood why the Dragon Mountain Daoist had only marveled and not envied before.
With a disciple like this, who would envy someone else’s disciple!!
He suppressed the envy and jealousy in his heart, his tone melancholic with immense bitterness:
“To comprehend Sword Intent at such a young age and forge one’s own Sword Dao path, the bearing of a Sword Saint… Dragon Mountain Ox Nose, what incredible luck did you stumble upon…”
Dragon Mountain Daoist chuckled, feigning ease.
“Divine Sword Brother, you flatter me, you flatter me.”
He was actually a bit bewildered.
He only knew that Ning Qi’s Body Tempering progress was incredibly exaggerated, but he had never seen Ning Qi showcase his Sword Dao. This sword strike today also refreshed his cognition.
“Such a prodigy in the Sword Dao, it’s a bit of a waste for your True Martial Sect…”
Hearing the envy and covetousness in the Divine Sword Elder’s words.
The Dragon Mountain Daoist’s heart grew wary. Someone had their eyes on his precious child!
“I warn you, don’t get any funny ideas!”
The Divine Sword Elder slightly curled his lips; he was just saying that.
He looked at the training ground.
Ning Qi, with a light and indifferent expression, looked at his foolish disciple.
A sour feeling surged in his heart again.
At this time.
Zhuang Chen had already snapped out of his daze, his eyes filled with intense fervor, and with a *plop*, he grabbed Ning Qi’s pant leg:
“Ning Qi, what was that sword strike just now? Can you teach me? I can become your disciple!”
The Divine Sword Elder’s face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.
That unfilial disciple!
