Chapter 56: Sword Momentum!
“Is there someone else?”
Master Kongzhi raised his head and looked outside the temple.
As Ji Qing’s words fell, sure enough, a man in coarse cloth and hemp clothes slowly walked in from outside the temple. His attire was very plain, but the man exuded a carefree demeanor.
The only somewhat special thing was the sword at his waist.
However, this sword also appeared somewhat tattered, merely a bit better than a piece of scrap iron.
But it was this seemingly carefree and impoverished young martial artist from whom Ji Qing sensed a trace of sharpness.
That was the sharpness unique to a swordsman!
This sharpness gave Ji Qing a sense of familiarity.
“Who are you?”
Ji Qing asked.
“My name is Ye Chunsheng. I’ve just stepped into Jianghu and want to spar with Mister Ji.”
“Why me?”
“Mister Ji slew the Poison Demon Ouyang Bo with a saber slash, shocking Jianghu! Now, every Jianghu person knows of Mister Ji. As a newcomer to Jianghu, only by fighting Mister Ji can I make a name for myself in Jianghu.”
“Making a name for yourself in Jianghu is that important to you?”
“Yes, very important!”
Ji Qing fell silent.
A young man fresh out of the novice stage, fantasizing about rising to the top in one step in Jianghu.
Gold and silver, reputation, beauties, and more, all coming in droves.
“If you lose, you will die!”
Ji Qing looked at Ye Chunsheng.
The other was even younger than him.
His face still somewhat youthful.
“I know. We’re Jianghu people—lose and you die. From the moment I stepped into Jianghu, I was mentally prepared.”
“So, please, Mister Ji, grant me this!”
Ye Chunsheng cupped his fists toward Ji Qing in salute.
This was a very stubborn young man.
Obsessed with making a name, fantasizing about rising to the top in one step in Jianghu, yet also prepared for death.
“Where did this brat come from? You think you can challenge just because you say so? Come on, let me test your mettle first!”
Suddenly, Lei Yu could no longer hold back.
Ji Qing had just fought a great war, seemingly slaying Kong Wen with one saber slash.
But in reality, Ji Qing had consumed a great deal.
Of course, Lei Yu didn’t want Ye Chunsheng to take advantage.
Ye Chunsheng glanced at Lei Yu, then at Ji Qing, and smiled. “No problem. We can spar after a few hours, or even agree on tomorrow.”
“Brat, you dare not fight? Fresh out of the novice stage, already dreaming of rising to the top, you…”
Before Lei Yu finished speaking, Ji Qing shook his head. “Big Sister, you’re no match for him!”
“What? I’m no match for him?”
Lei Yu’s eyes widened.
She was, after all, a disciple of the Red Lotus Sect, a second-rate expert in Jianghu.
Except against second-rate peak experts like Ji Qing, Lei Yu could rampage through Jianghu.
Yet now, encountering a novice brat, Ji Qing said she was no match?
“Old Three, do you know this kid?”
Ji Qing shook his head. “I don’t know him, but he is a true swordsman!”
“So what about a swordsman? Jianghu has the most swordsmen.”
“He has sword momentum!”
“He has… sword momentum?”
Lei Yu’s eyes widened, her face full of shock.
The many monk warriors of the Hanging Temple were equally shocked.
Ye Chunsheng had sword momentum?
How had they not seen it?
Moreover, Ye Chunsheng looked even younger than Ji Qing.
How could he possibly have sword momentum?
In the end, Lei Yu stepped back.
She appeared rough but was actually meticulous, not at all reckless.
If Ye Chunsheng had mastered sword momentum, she was definitely no match.
A second-rank martial artist who had mastered momentum was basically invincible among second-rate.
The reason Ji Qing’s Astonishing Swan Saber had such great reputation was that saber momentum accounted for at least half the merit.
Anyone facing Ji Qing’s saber momentum would be suppressed before even making a move—how could they fight?
“I don’t need to rest. Since you want to challenge me, I’ll grant it!”
Ji Qing accepted Ye Chunsheng’s challenge.
The bit of consumption from before was negligible to Ji Qing.
Besides, Ji Qing also wanted to experience Ye Chunsheng’s sword momentum.
“Thank you, Mister Ji.”
“I watched Mister Ji’s saber strike earlier. I have no confidence in blocking it, so for this sword, I’ll go all out! I might not even be able to control it myself…”
Ye Chunsheng said solemnly.
Thus, Ye Chunsheng slowly gripped the hilt.
“Boom.”
A terrifying sword momentum shot into the sky.
This sword momentum was sharp, carefree, free-spirited, and light. Ye Chunsheng seemed to vanish, transforming into a treasure sword emanating a fierce aura.
It was the first time Ji Qing had felt sword momentum.
He felt as if his body was being sliced by a fierce sword edge.
At such a time, forget fighting—even drawing the saber was somewhat difficult.
It was all-around suppression; he couldn’t exert his power.
Ji Qing now finally understood how others felt facing him.
It must have been suffocating and uncomfortable.
Under saber momentum suppression, one’s full strength would be suppressed.
Sword momentum was the same.
Thus, Ji Qing’s hand also gripped the hilt.
“Boom.”
A terrifying saber momentum shot into the sky, directly clashing with Ye Chunsheng’s sword momentum.
Unlike Ye Chunsheng’s sword momentum.
Ji Qing’s saber momentum was domineering, fierce, and sharp.
It had a feeling of one saber slash charging forward unstoppable.
The two’s saber momentum and sword momentum constantly clashed and cut in the void. This formless clash created an unparalleled shocking sensation on the mind level for those around.
At this moment, the many monk warriors of the Hanging Temple faintly sensed.
The martial arts of Ji Qing and Ye Chunsheng before their eyes seemed to have transcended the realm of ordinary martial arts.
Sublimated to another level.
Even among second-rank martial artists, having saber momentum or sword momentum made it a different story.
Ye Chunsheng’s expression was also grave.
He had seen Ji Qing’s saber momentum before.
But seeing and actually feeling it were two different things.
In the past, Ye Chunsheng could rampage invincible with his sword momentum, almost winning every battle.
But now it was different.
He felt a heavy pressure.
Under this pressure, Ye Chunsheng could no longer hold back.
“Clang.”
Ye Chunsheng drew his sword.
Sword light like spring thunder—soft at first, then booming, finally pouring like the Milky Way from the ninth heaven, seemingly endless.
Anyone standing before Ye Chunsheng, facing this terrifying blade light, would feel insignificant, without even the courage to draw a sword.
However, Ji Qing was not ordinary.
He also drew his saber.
This saber slash was brilliant like starlight, without thunderous roar or wind and clouds, only blade light tearing through the void—pure, domineering, direct, as if it could slash through a thousand difficulties and ten thousand obstacles, slashing through everything.
No power could stop this saber slash.
Everyone was immersed in this blade light and sword glow.
The clash between saber momentum and sword momentum boomed like thunder.
The blade light and sword glow also fiercely collided.
Even enveloping the two figures within.
But merely an instant.
The blade light vanished.
The sword glow also vanished.
As if everything just now was an illusion.
However, everyone knew it was no illusion, but the most intense clash between two top experts.
But who won between the two?
“Crack.”
Suddenly a crisp sound rang out, and everyone widened their eyes.
