Yang Zhi's words were exceptionally fierce, causing Chen Qinglian's delicate body to tremble slightly.
She felt a pang of fear and quickly said, "Yang Zhi, don't be reckless. This is not a matter to joke about!"
Yang Zhi grinned ferociously and said, "Reckless? Who is being reckless? Isn't he the one actively provoking me?"
"Right, he also said he could resolve this matter. Since he's so capable, he shouldn't be afraid of me, should he?"
His original intention was merely to threaten Wu Tian.
However, to his surprise, Wu Tian calmly replied, "Sorry, I truly am not afraid of you."
"What did you say?!" Yang Zhi hadn't expected Wu Tian to be so defiant.
These words had severely wounded his pride.
He glared at Wu Tian and said, "Kid, don't put on a show for me. I'm a killer, and when I say I'll act, I will act!"
Wu Tian calmly looked at his long sword, showing no trace of fear, and said, "If you want to act, then act."
"What's wrong? You talk so tough, are you afraid to make a move?"
Wu Tian's provocation was enough to drive Yang Zhi to the brink of madness.
He turned to Chen Qinglian and said, "Look at what he's saying. Since that's the case, don't blame me for getting serious!"
As his voice fell, Yang Zhi truly held nothing back. The long sword in his hand instantly lunged towards Wu Tian's face.
But the sword didn't hit Wu Tian, as Wu Tian simply used two fingers to clamp onto the blade.
Wu Tian mockingly said, "Is this the so-called Swift Wind Swordplay?"
"So slow, and you dare call it Swift Wind?"
With that, his fingers moved slightly.
A crisp sound echoed, and Yang Zhi, along with his sword, was flicked back by Wu Tian.
Yang Zhi was so enraged his lungs felt like they would explode.
He gritted his teeth and said, "Kid, don't be arrogant. I wasn't using my full Swift Wind Swordplay just now!"
"Next, I'll let you witness how powerful the true Swift Wind Swordplay is!"
After roaring this, Yang Zhi channeled his inner energy and charged at Wu Tian with his sword.
The so-called Swift Wind Swordplay emphasized speed, charging like a swift wind and reaping like a swift wind.
Often, before one could even see clearly, the target would already be annihilated.
From Chen Qinglian and her mother's perspective, they only saw Yang Zhi transform into a gust of wind charging towards Wu Tian.
The aura he generated was like a blade, making their skin sting!
"Wu Tian, be careful!" Seeing this, Chen Qinglian couldn't help but shout at Wu Tian.
But she was quickly stunned, because when Yang Zhi reached Wu Tian, Wu Tian had already vanished.
"Where is he!" Yang Zhi shouted instinctively, his sword missing its mark.
At this moment, a teasing voice sounded from behind him:
"Are you sure you were using Swift Wind Swordplay? Because this speed is still so slow."
Yang Zhi spun around abruptly and was completely dumbfounded.
Because at some unknown moment, Wu Tian had already bypassed him and appeared in his original position!
"How is this possible!" Yang Zhi was greatly astonished.
Wu Tian smacked his lips and then smiled, "If this is all the skill you have, then it's really not enough to impress."
"With this ability, you dare to participate in the sect competition? Are you tired of living?"
Yang Zhi found this situation unbearable. In his plan, he was supposed to be the one teaching Wu Tian a lesson.
How had it come to this, where he was being mocked by Wu Tian?
The anger in his heart grew, and Yang Zhi, furious, charged at Wu Tian again with his Swift Wind Swordplay.
He was truly enraged, and this time his swordplay was even more ferocious than before. As the long sword swung through the air, it even created countless afterimages!
The sword continuously slashed down at Wu Tian, but it never managed to hit him.
Wu Tian's movements were far faster than his sword, making him seem to be teleporting.
The more he missed his target, the more Yang Zhi's anger flared. He couldn't help but roar, "Dodge, dodge, dodge! You only know how to dodge!"
Wu Tian chuckled mockingly, "No way, aren't you known for your fast sword? Since your speed is fast enough, why can't you hit me?"
"Shut up!" Yang Zhi yelled at the top of his lungs.
His swordplay relied most heavily on mental discipline; only with a calm mind could he unleash the speed of a swift wind.
But under Wu Tian's taunts, his mental discipline was completely disrupted, and his sword-wielding became utterly chaotic.
He grew increasingly impatient, and his swordplay looked like a child throwing a tantrum.
Even an amateur like Chen Qinglian could see that he had completely lost control.
Wu Tian, on the other hand, remained composed, his dodges appearing effortless, as if he were merely playing with a child.
The continuous swinging of the sword caused Yang Zhi's inner energy and stamina to be severely depleted.
Gradually, his sword-swinging speed slowed, and his blade lost its sharpness and ferocity.
Finally, after another full-power swing was dodged by Wu Tian,
He abandoned his sword-wielding and, bending over, panted heavily.
"You're already exhausted?"
Wu Tian looked at Yang Zhi and smiled, "If you don't have anything new to show, then I'm quite disappointed."
Yang Zhi was drenched in sweat, his face growing paler.
He weakly said, "Don't be arrogant. Let me rest for a bit, and then I'll settle the score with you!"
"Rest for a bit?" Wu Tian raised an eyebrow. "What are you thinking? I'm in a hurry and don't have time to rest here with you!"
"You've run out of moves, haven't you? Fine, if that's the case... then let's end this!"
The moment his words fell, Wu Tian's gaze turned sharp!
Yang Zhi immediately sensed that something was wrong.
An extreme fear surged in his heart. He looked up abruptly and shouted in panic, "Wait, wait a moment!"
But his words were too late, for in an instant, Wu Tian appeared before him!
Wu Tian kicked his wrist, sending his long sword flying into the air, then pushed him to the ground with a palm strike.
The long sword flipped and fell, and Wu Tian reached out to catch it, the sword immediately landing in his hand.
His eyes were cold, and holding the sword, he fiercely thrust it towards Yang Zhi's chest!
Yang Zhi's body trembled, and he let out a scream.
But the sword tip did not pierce him; it stopped just before his chest.
Wu Tian said coldly, "With your courage, you shouldn't be out causing trouble anymore, should you?"
Yang Zhi blinked, then suddenly realized that he had been so terrified he had wet himself...