"You can only say you are a frog in a well, unaware that there is someone beyond the heavens!"
Facing Jian Feng's arrogant and disdainful demeanor, Wan Yun Ting calmly replied with a hint of sarcasm, "There are plenty of people in the martial world with superior swordsmanship to mine!"
His words earned nods of agreement from the various martial sects below the stage. Liu Bing and Lu Chenzi, in particular, turned their heads to cast disdainful glances at Yan Chang Jian, who sat alone. They had long been displeased with the overbearing and arrogant attitude of the Divine Sword Sect.
Jian Feng's lips curved into a slight smile. He gripped his sword again, looking at Wan Yun Ting, and said, "It seems your verbal prowess is also quite impressive."
Wan Yun Ting couldn't help but scoff and shake his head. "When it comes to verbal sparring, we can't match the eloquent speakers of your Divine Sword Sect."
A sharp, sinister glint appeared in Jian Feng's eyes, and his tone turned cold. "I've already experienced your so-called Tiangang Sword Art. Now, I'll let you experience my Divine Sword Sect's Bajue Sword Art!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Jian Feng attacked with his sword. His speed was like lightning, and he instantly appeared before Wan Yun Ting. He swung his sword with immense power, accompanied by a formidable sword technique that forced Wan Yun Ting to be extremely cautious as he raised his sword to block.
Clang!
A sound like metal striking metal erupted. It had to be said that the Divine Sword Sect's Bajue Sword Art was immensely powerful, even surpassing the Wuji Tiangang Sword Art. A surge of overbearing internal energy from a single strike pushed Wan Yun Ting back several steps. He had to stomp his foot to break a plank on the stage to stop himself. However, as he looked up, Jian Feng was already swinging his sword to attack again.
Bang!
Wan Yun Ting quickly rolled to his left to dodge. Jian Feng's sword strike cleaved a large hole in the wooden stage, sending splinters flying. The powerful sword aura wave knocked over a cameraman in front, who fell heavily to the ground with his camera. Viewers in the Douyin live stream saw the screen turn to the sky before going black, indicating the camera was broken. Netizens in the live chat immediately began asking what had happened.
"The streamer has a live room, go watch it quickly!"
"Damn, I don't have Kuaishou downloaded..."
Netizens shouted. Some had already downloaded Kuaishou and entered the live stream room, just in time to see Wan Yun Ting dodge Jian Feng's attack and leap back into the fight. The powerful sword aura forced Jian Feng back, but he then slid forward, appearing before Wan Yun Ting and leaping up to swing his sword horizontally.
Wan Yun Ting's eyes widened. He gripped his sword with both hands to block. The two swords clashed, and the overbearing internal energy sent Wan Yun Ting flying back. He landed on the stage, retreating several more steps.
"Be careful..."
Yang Jingyi, who was serving as a judge on the stage, saw Wan Yun Ting about to fall off the stage and quickly shouted. Wan Yun Ting then pushed off the ground with his right foot, stabilizing himself.
Seeing this, the people from the various sects below the stage breathed a sigh of relief, as being knocked off the stage meant losing.
Now, the sect leaders and disciples of the various sects did not want to see Wan Yun Ting lose to someone from the Divine Sword Sect; they all wanted him to win.
If Wan Yun Ting lost, the people from the Divine Sword Sect would become even more arrogant and presumptuous.
"Whew, that was close..."
At this moment, in the Ouyang family in Beijing, Fang Yanxi, Ouyang Fanmeng, and their parents Ouyang Zhixin and Xia Xiangyun were also watching the live broadcast of the Huashan Sword Conference on television. The main camera was focused on the match between Wan Yun Ting and Jian Feng. Seeing Wan Yun Ting almost knocked off the stage made Fang Yanxi and Ouyang Fanmeng's hearts tighten with worry for Wan Yun Ting's safety.
"Sister Yanxi, do you think Brother can win?" Ouyang Fanmeng asked Fang Yanxi beside her.
She smiled and nodded, "Yes, your brother is very capable, he will definitely win."
Her mother, Xia Xiangyun, sitting beside her, frowned with a worried expression. "Winning or losing isn't important, as long as he's not injured..."
Not only their family but also Gu Yuanbai and others from the Chinese Medicine Association, his second brother and second sister from Hua Du City, and other relatives and friends were watching the live broadcast of the match between Wan Yun Ting and Jian Feng.
"How do you feel?"
Jian Feng turned around, holding his sword, and smirked as he looked at Wan Yun Ting, who had almost been knocked off the stage.
Wan Yun Ting straightened up and faced Jian Feng's arrogant stance. He nodded expressionlessly and calmly said, "Not bad, but not as formidable as I imagined."
These words caused Jian Feng's expression to darken. He let out a cold snort. "Truly boastful. Then I'll let you see what true Bajue Sword Art is. Take this..."
Before he could finish speaking, Jian Feng attacked with his sword. He stomped his foot, spinning horizontally through the air like a launched arrow. He held his sword with both hands and spun, the invisible, powerful sword energy tearing through the air with a rustling sound.
Wan Yun Ting's eyes widened. Facing Jian Feng's ultimate move, he dared not be careless. He had been on guard all along. Without giving him time to think, Wan Yun Ting gripped his Gentleman Sword with both hands, circulating his internal energy to his palms, and without hesitation, he slashed towards Jian Feng.
Boom!
A dull thud echoed as the air was rent. Wan Yun Ting's and Jian Feng's sword energies collided. The invisible shockwave from the clash directly blew apart the wooden planks of the stage. Wan Yun Ting and Jian Feng were sent flying into the air, engaging in a fierce battle.
Ding ding ding...
The sound of metal striking metal and sparks flying erupted as their swords clashed in the air. Their fighting speed was as fast as lightning, making their bout the most eye-catching spectacle among the three fighting rings.
Even the contestants on the left and right rings stopped their matches to watch the intense battle between Wan Yun Ting and Jian Feng in the center ring. Sword energy flew everywhere, and wherever they went, the wooden planks of the stage exploded. This caused the disciples of the Huashan Sect below to sigh helplessly, lamenting that the center stage was ruined.
Bang...
Within a minute, they had exchanged over a dozen more moves. Although their martial arts realms were similar, Jian Feng's Bajue Sword Art was currently more powerful and aggressive, constantly pressuring Wan Yun Ting. Finally, he unleashed a move from the Great Dao Sword Art: "Ten Thousand Transformations of the Dao!"
Jian Feng's eyes suddenly widened. Facing the countless sword energies unleashed by Wan Yun Ting, he was forced to roll backward and fly away. The few remaining wooden planks in the center of the stage were directly blown into fragments by this sword energy, scattering everywhere.
"This doesn't seem like sword energy, but sword qi!"
The sect leaders from the various sects below, witnessing Wan Yun Ting's move, realized it wasn't just transformed internal energy into sword energy, but the most powerful form of sword technique: sword qi!
Sword energy and sword qi were different. Sword energy was internal energy combined with sword techniques, released through the circulation of qi into the sword. This was called sword energy!
However, sword qi was a level higher than sword energy, being more sharp, majestic, and terrifying in power. It was difficult for even a thousand sword practitioners to achieve sword qi.
"This Abbot Wan truly is a martial arts prodigy, to have comprehended sword qi, it's truly astonishing...!" Liu Bing exclaimed.
Zhang Xuanliang turned to Zhong Yu Long beside him and asked, "I heard Abbot Wan has comprehended the Great Dao Sword Art left by your Wudang Sect's Sword Dao Ancestor. Is this that sword art?"
Zhong Yu Long, sitting in the center, looked at Wan Yun Ting on the stage unleashing the Great Dao Sword Art. He felt a surge of excitement and nodded with a smile. "Yes, this sword art is indeed the Great Dao Sword Art of our Wudang Sect's Sword Dao Ancestor, and this move is 'Ten Thousand Transformations of the Dao'!"
Yuan Gao Wu, the sect leader of the Kunlun Sect, looked at Wan Yun Ting with admiration. "I have studied swordsmanship for twenty years and still haven't grasped the essence of sword qi. To think that Abbot Wan, at such a young age, has comprehended sword qi. It shows his extraordinary talent in swordsmanship."
"Indeed, astonishing..."
Liu Bing, Lu Chenzi, Shi Yi Zhen, and Abbot Ren Xin all nodded in agreement. Even Yan Chang Jian, who had been sitting alone, looked at Wan Yun Ting on the stage with a changed gaze.
Yan Chang Jian was no stranger to sword qi, as his father, Yan Donghai, could use sword qi. However, he himself had been unable to comprehend it.
Now, seeing Wan Yun Ting able to use sword qi, Yan Chang Jian felt immense shock. He had never expected this young man to not only comprehend the inheritance of the Great Dao Sword Art left by the Wudang Sect's Sword Dao Ancestor but also to comprehend sword qi.
This made Yan Chang Jian feel both envious and jealous, recognizing Wan Yun Ting's exceptionally high talent in swordsmanship.
At this moment on the stage, Jian Feng, to dodge Wan Yun Ting's sharp and overbearing sword qi, grabbed a pillar on the edge of the stage with his left hand and swung around to land steadily, otherwise, he would have fallen off.
"Sword qi..."
Jian Feng, having stabilized himself, stared at Wan Yun Ting with wide, sharp eyes. He was completely taken aback that this fellow could unleash the highest realm of sword technique, sword qi, which filled him with shock and jealousy. He said with a sour tone, "It seems I truly underestimated you!"
Wan Yun Ting, holding his Gentleman Sword, maintained a detached expression, his sharp eyes fixed on Jian Feng. "Use the self-created sword art of your Divine Sword Sect's founding ancestor, otherwise, you will lose terribly!"
Jian Feng waved his sword, a smirk on his lips. "I've heard that the Great Dao Sword Art left by the Wudang Sect's Sword Dao Ancestor is extremely powerful. I wonder if our Divine Sword Sect's founding patriarch encountered the Great Dao Sword Art when he challenged the Wudang Sect back then."
"Heh, but it doesn't matter. Since you know the Great Dao Sword Art, boy, let me test it. Let's see if our Divine Sword Sect's Thirteen Swords self-created sword art is stronger, or if the Wudang Sect's Great Dao Sword Art is superior!"
As his words fell, Jian Feng's aura changed drastically. His sharp eyes widened, and as he swung his sword with his right hand, countless sword shadows appeared. He left behind several afterimages and instantly appeared before Wan Yun Ting, letting out a light shout, "Sword Transformation Thirteen!"
As Jian Feng unleashed the Thirteen Swords, self-created by the founding ancestor of the Divine Sword Sect, Yan Donghai, the sect leaders below were startled and stared wide-eyed at the stage. Jian Feng attacked Wan Yun Ting, his sword movements creating numerous sword energy afterimages, which shot towards Wan Yun Ting like special effects.
The center of the entire fighting stage had already been blown into a large hole, with only a dozen supporting wooden pillars remaining. Facing the Sword Transformation Thirteen unleashed by Jian Feng, with invisible sword energies creating afterimages that attacked him, Wan Yun Ting's expression was solemn, showing no signs of panic.
His sharp eyes were steady and composed. In an instant, he spun his Gentleman Sword. The invisible sword qi emitted a crisp humming sound. His entire being exuded an imposing aura, and the boundless qi blast shattered a wooden pillar beneath his feet. He spun and flew into the air, releasing invisible sword qi that enveloped him. Finally, with a single sword thrust towards the attacking Jian Feng, he shouted, "Myriad Swords Return to the Origin!"
Instantly, the countless sword qi surrounding Wan Yun Ting returned to his Gentleman Sword. With a humming sound, the sword energy unleashed a massive, invisible sword qi that pierced towards Jian Feng.
Clang clang...
In that instant, countless metallic sounds and sparks filled the air. Wan Yun Ting's invisible sword qi and Jian Feng's invisible sword energy collided. The two men flew back and forth in the air, their swords clashing. The entire stage was destroyed by their terrifying sword qi and sword energy. Even the judges like Yang Jingyi and Abbess Yun Bai, who were below the stage, retreated. At the same time, Shi Yi Zhen also had people around the stage retreat to avoid accidental injury.
At this moment, everyone from the various sects present had their eyes fixed on Wan Yun Ting and Jian Feng. They were each unleashing their strongest sword techniques in a fierce battle. Everyone held their breath, knowing that the outcome was about to be decided.
"Two Sleeves Green Snake!"
Wan Yun Ting let out another light shout. With a wave of his hand, two invisible sword qis transformed into the shadows of two green snakes and pounced towards Jian Feng, causing his eyes to widen in surprise. With no time to dodge, he could only swing his sword and unleash the strongest move of the Thirteen Swords, shouting, "Sweeping Thousand Armies..."
Bang...
Another explosion sounded. The dozen wooden pillars of the stage were shattered and sent flying. A few disciples who were watching from nearby were struck by the falling wood and sent flying.
Wan Yun Ting and Jian Feng landed on the ground in the middle of the ruined stage. Their battle grew more intense, both entering a state of frenzied absorption. Shi Yi Zhen turned to Zhong Yu Long and asked, "Sect Leader Zhong, should we stop them?"
"We cannot stop them!"
Yan Chang Jian coldly snorted and said, "This battle must have a winner and a loser. We absolutely cannot stop it. I want to see whether my Divine Sword Sect's Thirteen Swords are more powerful, or your Wudang Sect's Great Dao Sword Art!"
Zhang Xuanliang, Abbot Ren Xin, Yuan Gao Wu, and other sect leaders exchanged glances. Zhong Yu Long narrowed his old eyes, watching the fierce battle between Wan Yun Ting and Jian Feng. He also wanted to see which of them was more powerful.
In fact, Zhong Yu Long had his own personal agenda. He recalled that Yan Donghai of the Divine Sword Sect had challenged their sect back then and defeated a highly skilled martial uncle of the Wudang Sect, bringing disgrace to the Wudang Sect.
Now, Wan Yun Ting had comprehended and inherited the Great Dao Sword Art left by their Sword Dao Ancestor. He was now fighting against a disciple of the Divine Sword Sect. Zhong Yu Long naturally hoped that Wan Yun Ting would defeat the Divine Sword Sect disciple with the Great Dao Sword Art, thus avenging that past battle. If the Wudang Sect possessed the Great Dao Sword Art, they would not have lost.