Chapter 3138: Hong Brother, Please Instruct Me

Seeing that he knows nothing, just following the troublemaking Wang Tieshu, Hong Zun flew into a rage.

「Get lost, get out of here. 」

「Hong brother, I………………」

「Hand over that broken ring of yours too. 」

He forced Wang Tieshu off the stage, everyone's swords returned to their sheaths, and only then did Hong Zun sit back with an ugly face.

What should have been a fine Sword Immortal Assembly was messed up by this bunch of rebellious disciples and that shrew.

Right now everyone's looks at him are off, but hopefully nothing weird will happen next.

Thinking that this bunch of rebellious disciples and Wang Tieshu had already fought, Hong Zun secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Although a few people won, there shouldn't be any more trouble.

Moreover, with the strength of Zhao Zhengping and Xu Jie, they couldn't get past a few rounds.

After all, later on it's not the stage for these young Heavenly Pride, but the stage for true sword cultivator masters.

The match continued as expected; although Zhao Zhengping and Xu Jie performed beyond expectations, they only made it to the third round before successively losing.

Either they met a younger Heavenly Pride stronger than them, or they were defeated by an older sword cultivator master.

On the other hand, Wang Tieshu managed to persist, relying on that burst of brute strength.

Even when those old sword cultivator masters encountered him, they only felt their scalps go numb.

As the match went on, it finally came to Hong Zun's turn to go on stage.

When it was his turn, he stepped onto the stage, and his opponent happened to be a familiar sword cultivator master.

Seeing this, Hong Zun even grinned and bowed proactively.

「Brother Zhang, I didn't expect we'd be matched up. 」

This person and Hong Zun are on good terms; he comes from the Zhang family and holds the position of Heavenly Soldier in the Heavenly Palace.

Before, when they were in the Immortal City Beyond the Heavens, they had plenty of contact.

I thought everyone knew each other, so the sparring wouldn't need to harm harmony, but facing Hong Zun's words, this person said expressionlessly.

「Hong brother, although we're on good terms, today I also want to learn your high techniques. 」

「Brother Zhang you………………」

「Hong brother, please. 」

Not giving Hong Zun a chance to speak, this person directly thrust a sword, the sword light like lightning.

Seeing this, Hong Zun also gritted his teeth and cursed silently, obviously because of what happened before.

Indeed, that's exactly the case; this person was really disgusted just now, you want to make a name for yourself, go ahead and do it properly.

No skill at all, just blowing hard.

Facing the sudden attack of the Zhang-surnamed swordsman, Hong Zun had no choice but to raise his hand to block.

And the spectators watching on site all secretly cheered.

Yes, just thoroughly deal with him, this old thing is really excessive.

The Sword Immortal Assembly that everyone jointly organized was turned by him into a self-praising awards ceremony.

If we don't really give him a hard time, how can we vent this resentment in our hearts?

When everyone thought this battle would surely vent the resentment in their chests, Hong Zun raised his sword to block sideways.

But as soon as they made contact, he felt something was off.

How come there's no force on this sword edge?

Though he talks like a fierce demon, this sword has no strength at all.

Suspiciously looking at the Zhang-surnamed swordsman, at the moment their eyes met, he blinked at Hong Zun, giving him a look that said 'look at me.'

Hmm???

That look completely bewildered Hong Zun—wait, wasn't this supposed to be a request for instruction? What does it mean now?

Hong Zun had prepared to go all out; after all, it's just a simple spar, winning or losing doesn't matter much to him.

But now it just left him completely dazed.

However, before he could think further, the Zhang-surnamed swordsman, without needing any movement from him, subtly lifted his sword blade.

To outsiders, it looked like Hong Zun blocked the sword and then turned defense into offense.

And that very lift left the Zhang-surnamed swordsman's front wide open, apparently defenseless.

「This…………………」

Seeing this, everyone present was stunned—had his defenses just been broken?

With such a huge flaw, a casual sword strike would decide the outcome.

The situation changed too fast, faster than anyone could prepare.

Especially Hong Zun, facing the Zhang-surnamed swordsman with his wide-open gap, he was completely dazed.

Others might not know, but could he not know?

That previous thrust was him—damn it—himself lifting the sword; Hong Zun didn't move at all, he was just being led by him.

Moreover, this outrageous flaw was entirely his own deliberate exposure.

In an instant, Hong Zun felt a chill run through him, his eyes full of shock as he looked at the Zhang-surnamed swordsman, opening his mouth to speak.

「You…… what are you doing? 」

However, he didn't give Hong Zun a chance to speak; only saw the Zhang-surnamed swordsman deliberately putting on a flustered look, as if trying to mend the fence after losing the sheep.

A posture of disregarding defense, wanting to meet attack with attack, forcefully driving Hong Zun back, he thrust out a sword.

Just as he thrust out, he secretly lightly patted Hong Zun's waist with a palm.

Immediately, Hong Zun's body twisted uncontrollably, and then the Zhang-surnamed swordsman, while Hong Zun was stunned, poked his elbow with a finger.

Hong Zun's long sword in hand thrust forward following the momentum, while that Zhang-surnamed sword cultivator stepped forward, the sword tip pointing straight at the space between the eyebrows, only two cun away.

These series of actions, though sounding long, actually only took the blink of an eye.

After the dust settled, the Zhang-surnamed sword cultivator wore an expression of helpless reluctance, then immediately turned into resigned acceptance.

"Brother Hong, your swordsmanship is good; one sword defeated me. It seems that indeed after three days apart, one should look at you with new eyes! I am far inferior to Brother Hong."

Huh???

Hearing this, Hong Zun himself was full of doubt—what just won? Ah, what the hell did I do?

Just now on the high platform, seeing those wayward disciples boasting about themselves, Hong Zun was so angry he blew his beard and glared.

But now, it was his turn to personally go on stage, truly unexpected, that he could be fooled like this.

He damn, he himself stood on the stage, and was fooled the whole time.

What? Not as good as me? What the hell did I do? I didn't move at all, not even a finger.

His eyes full of bewilderment, he looked at the Zhang-surnamed sword cultivator opposite and said, "You little brat, you want to fool me too?"

Just as he was about to speak, the Zhang-surnamed sword cultivator's voice transmission sounded in his mind, a step faster.

"Brother Hong, no need for many words, I understand. Just don't forget me afterwards, that's all. My request is not high; a meal will do."

Having said that, without waiting for Hong Zun's reply, he directly stepped back a step, clasped his fists, and said.

"Brother Hong, your swordsmanship has reached the divine; I gladly yield to you."

Having said that, he turned and left straight away, without any hesitation; by the time Hong Zun looked again, there was no trace of him.

But his doubts only grew stronger. "No, what do you understand? You understand? Speak clearly!"

"What? Don't forget you? What the hell did I promise?"

Hong Zun now only feels: maybe he was too tired last night and is hallucinating; he can't understand a word of what's being said—are we on the same wavelength?