Chapter 28: One More Bout
Soon.
The disciples of the two sects had already gathered at the Training Ground.
Each one was full of fighting spirit.
Dragon Mountain Daoist and Divine Sword Elder sat on the grand chairs, laughing cheerfully.
The two engaged in Telepathic Communication.
“Divine Sword Brother, what do you think of my idea?”
“You ox nose didn’t expect to be this cunning.”
“Divine Sword Brother, you are mistaken. This old Daoist is letting the disciples gain more Experience. Think about it, in the past it was always our great battles they watched, what could they learn? Just watching the excitement. But now, they personally take the stage, with the heavy responsibility of their sect on their shoulders, they will inevitably go all out, and the effect will be different.”
“You’re clever. Wait until my Divine Sword Sect’s disciples beat your True Martial Sect disciples until they cry for their fathers and mothers, then this old man will reluctantly let you stay on True Martial Mountain for a few more years.”
Hearing his old friend’s sharp tongue, Dragon Mountain Daoist just smiled without refuting.
Divine Sword Elder felt a slight gratitude in his heart.
He knew that Dragon Mountain Daoist proactively proposed this plan to save his face.
In reality, he wasn’t thinking of taking back True Martial Mountain either, at most just mocking a few sentences later.
Gratitude was gratitude.
But face still had to be fought for.
“Since I can’t beat you, my disciples beating your disciples is the same!”
Divine Sword Elder was very confident.
Luo Wentian received Dragon Mountain Daoist’s signal and looked at the disciples of the two sects.
“Everyone, as my master and Divine Sword Senior have said, this sparring is mainly for Experience. Though you must go all out, you should also stop at the right moment and must not injure others recklessly, otherwise you will be severely punished.”
“Of course, perform well, and the two senior elders will not stint on rewards!”
“Which disciple wants to go first?”
The congregation was eager to try.
Soon.
A True Martial Sect Outer Disciple stepped forward.
“I am True Martial Sect Outer Disciple Wang Chong. Which Divine Sword Sect disciple can give me some pointers?” The youth was high-spirited.
Both True Martial Sect and Divine Sword Sect had Outer Disciples, Inner Disciples, and True Disciples. Outer Disciples were all in the Body Tempering Realm, Inner Disciples were in the Inner Yuan Realm, and those in the Gang Yuan Realm were elder-level figures in the sect. However, both sects were newly established, so Gang Yuan Realm experts were extremely rare.
As for True Disciples, they were not ranked by strength; these were disciples personally taken by Dragon Mountain Daoist and Divine Sword Elder.
A Divine Sword Sect youth drew his sword and stepped out, showcasing his sharpness.
“I, Divine Sword Sect Outer Disciple Li Bing, will meet you!”
The two fought together.
Sword Light danced, fist winds howled.
Daring to be the first to step out naturally meant having some foundation.
The congregation nodded inwardly as they watched.
Ning Qi was also watching. He rarely fought, but with his comprehension, such experiential things were far simpler than creating techniques. Just one or two battles would give him growth far surpassing others, and even watching others fight gave him great growth.
“Wang Chong is going to win.”
Wang Chong used Tiger Fiend Fist, which Ning Qi had also cultivated. In a short time, he had reached Perfection, and later even integrated it into his own Myriad Manifestations Fist. He probably understood this fist technique even better than its creator.
With this thought, Wang Chong punched with a tiger roar, carrying a baleful aura, sending Li Bing flying backward.
“I yield.”
Wang Chong stopped at the right moment.
The True Martial Sect disciples were all excited and joyful, while the Divine Sword Sect disciples became even more restless.
“I’ll meet you!”
The atmosphere at the Training Ground was completely stirred up.
Outer Disciples went up one after another.
But it was clear to see that True Martial Sect disciples were stronger than Divine Sword Sect disciples, with a deeper foundation. Divine Sword Sect disciples lost more than they won.
Divine Sword Elder was astonished and uncertain, somewhat envious as he said:
“Dragon Mountain ox nose, you’ve taken in a good batch of disciples, huh?”
Dragon Mountain Daoist stroked his beard and laughed heartily, subtly glancing toward Ning Qi, feeling very gratified.
Having obtained the Improved Body Tempering Powder for nearly two years, it was already showing initial results.
It could be foreseen that from now on, True Martial Sect’s foundation would become increasingly deep.
Seeing Dragon Mountain Daoist pretend to be profound, Divine Sword Elder snorted unhappily.
Soon.
It was time for the Inner Disciples to take the stage.
Now True Martial Sect’s advantage wasn’t so great, after all, Divine Sword Elder was no pushover. It was said he had once obtained a remnant Inheritance from a Sword Saint, so Divine Sword Sect disciples were all skilled in killing.
True Martial Sect’s wins were almost even with Divine Sword Sect disciples.
Now.
Divine Sword Elder’s expression finally improved a bit, though still dark.
His gaze swept over, and a white-clothed youth understood, immediately shooting out. The white-clothed youth was extraordinary in bearing, with eyes like lightning, and the three-foot green blade in his hand gleamed like autumn water.
“Divine Sword Sect Sixth True Disciple Yan Shiheng is here. Please, True Martial Sect True Disciple, grant me instruction!”
All gazes were shocked.
The clash of True Disciples was the biggest highlight, after all, in a sense, True Disciples represented a sect’s true foundation.
Ning Qi’s eyebrows raised; he was interested too.
Qin Yun was about to stand up.
A figure beside him pressed him down.
The lean youth in a blue Daoist Robe smiled:
“True Martial Sect Sixth True Disciple Sun Chuanhai, please grant instruction, Brother Yan!”
Sixth True Disciple against Sixth True Disciple, this was the proper matchup.
The two exchanged courtesies.
Then almost simultaneously charged at each other.
As soon as the True Martial disciples made their move, it immediately felt different. Both were in the Inner Yuan Realm, but their combat power was much stronger than Inner Disciples. Their moves were exquisite, leaving the crowd of disciples amazed and frequently exclaiming.
Even Dragon Mountain Daoist and Divine Sword Elder watched more intently.
“Sixth Senior Brother is probably going to lose.”
Ning Qi watched very seriously.
He wanted to observe the flow of Inner Strength, but the Inner Strength of Inner Yuan Realm masters was very restrained, only enhancing the body. Those with profound cultivation could extend it outside the body, but not project it away like Gang Yuan. Ning Qi tried his utmost but could only infer the changes in Inner Strength through their move Changes.
Thus, he could see that after hundreds of exchanges, Sun Chuanhai was starting to run out of strength.
Joy rose in Divine Sword Elder’s eyes.
Sure enough, Sun Chuanhai’s expression changed, and Yan Shiheng’s sword had somehow reached his throat.
In the first True Disciple battle, Divine Sword Sect won.
“Brother Yan’s Sword Technique is astonishing.”
Sun Chuanhai took a deep breath and said. Inferior skill, nothing to say.
Yan Shiheng returned the courtesy:
“Brother Sun overpraises. It’s just that I ate two more years of rice.”
He looked at the other True Martial Sect members, calmly saying:
“Which other True Disciple will grant instruction?”
Divine Sword Sect disciples relaxed, while True Martial Sect disciples became somewhat anxious.
Qin Yun finally couldn’t hold back. His foot tapped, and his figure gracefully landed opposite Yan Shiheng.
“True Martial Sect Eighth True Disciple, Qin Yun!”
Battle Intent rose in his eyes.
Yan Shiheng frowned slightly. If Sun Chuanhai was in the same age group as him, Qin Yun was much younger, probably five or six years younger. Winning would be ungraceful.
But the next instant.
He changed his mind.
Qin Yun held his saber and slashed once; that fierce and sharp saber light made him discard his previous thoughts.
This youth was even stronger than the previous Sixth True Disciple!
Saber light and Sword Light crisscrossed in the arena. Even though both tried to control themselves, they inevitably left intersecting marks on the Training Ground.
Qin Yun’s eyes were cold, growing stronger as the fight went on.
After merely a hundred exchanges.
A saber light slashed through Yan Shiheng’s clothing at the chest.
True Martial Sect disciples couldn’t help but cheer excitedly.
“Eighth Senior Brother is mighty!”
Defeating the Sixth True Disciple as the Eighth True Disciple greatly boosted morale.
Divine Sword Elder’s expression was complex.
He could see that this True Martial Sect’s Eighth True Disciple had extremely high talent, probably already advancing toward Inner Yuan Realm Major Accomplishment. At such an age to have such Achievement, his own Divine Sword Sect currently had no one like that.
Dragon Mountain Daoist also revealed a smile.
Before Ning Qi came up the mountain, Qin Yun was True Martial Sect’s disciple with the strongest talent.
Qin Yun enjoyed the feeling of being the center of attention, his mood inexplicably elated.
He calmly said:
“I yield.”
Yan Shiheng just smiled wryly and waved his hand, slightly frustrated.
Dragon Mountain Daoist smiled at Divine Sword Elder beside him:
“Divine Sword Brother, how about we end today’s battle here?”
“The disciples must have a certain understanding of each other’s strength. In the next ten years, we can decide the victor again.”
Divine Sword Elder was slightly silent.
He felt somewhat stifled.
Outer Disciples completely inferior, Inner Disciples slightly behind, True Disciples one win one loss, but their Eighth True Disciple beat his Sixth True Disciple, hardly a tie.
His face burned. Looking at the little fatty Zhuang Chen sniffling on the side, he steeled his resolve and said:
“How about one more match?”
