Chapter 277: 269 The Sword Duel

The tent was narrow; the young man reached the edge of the tent in two or three steps, standing no more than a few feet from Yun Xiyan.

"Was that Sword Art just now? Is it that as long as what you say is true, once you point it out, the other party cannot deny it? Is this the rule of your Sword Art?"

Yun Xiyan pursed her lips, staring at him. In terms of height, she was exceptionally tall and not much shorter than him, but facing him, she always felt her Momentum was a cut below, especially since he had pointed out her Sword Art "point it out" in one breath, making her feel even more insecure.

Fortunately, he did not know this Sword Art, so even if he guessed correctly, Yun Xiyan would not admit it.

Although she was at a disadvantage in terms of Momentum, Yun Xiyan refused to lose face and said loudly, "What? Are you ashamed and angry because your schemes were exposed? The old man was defeated, so you came along? Are you two going to gang up on me? I'm not afraid of you."

Once the words were out, she regretted them slightly—the word "not afraid" meant she was already afraid; in truth, she had felt a moment of insecurity. Immediately after, she waved her hand, the brilliance of a white blade flashed by, and she said, "Do you want to fight?"

The young man raised an eyebrow slightly; his previously somewhat gloomy brow smoothed out, instantly becoming as sharp as a sword: "Do you want to use weapons? I can oblige, I'm just afraid you wouldn't dare."

Yun Xiyan forgot her anger for a moment and was instead astonished. She had always been brave and straightforward, acting without scruples, and no one had ever said the words "wouldn't dare" to her. At this moment, she simply repeated, "I wouldn't dare? Isn't it just using swords? Then come and try; do you think this girl was scared growing up?"

The young man leaned his hand on the half-section of the tree trunk that had been split by Wang Fei's palm and said leisurely, "Really? I don't believe it. Speaking to the outside, this is your friend's place. If you dare to use weapons here, aren't you going to ruin his Sword Casting Conference? There are people with ulterior motives everywhere outside, just lacking an excuse to cause chaos. As his friend, would you like to strike this first sword? When the time comes, everyone will use your sword to swarm in and smash the Sword Casting Conference to pieces, and the Sword Casting Conference will be ruined by your hands. Do you dare to bear this responsibility?"

Yun Xiyan was bewildered by his words. The young man shook his head and said, "You wouldn't dare. So what if I lie to you? So what if I steal from you? So what if I rob you? You let me lie, let me steal, let me rob, and let me walk away, but you would never dare to make a move." As he spoke, he tapped the broken wood with his finger.

Not only was Yun Xiyan shocked, angry, and conflicted, but Wang Fei was also furious as he listened. However, his mind was more meticulous than Yun Xiyan's, and he vaguely felt something was wrong, thinking to himself: This guy, is he truly fearless, or...

This young man used words to pin them both down, and without stopping, he continued: "Speaking to the inner, you also wouldn't dare to make a move on me. Because you cannot beat me. You thought you knew during the standoff just now, but you are simply inferior to me. Your Momentum is inferior, your martial arts are inferior, and your sword is even more inferior. Don't look at your furious appearance; in fact, your courage is already hollow, and you are too scared to move."

Yun Xiyan widened her eyes, watching helplessly as the young man pointed at her and said, "Do you still not admit it? You have a sword on you, but you cannot draw it. If you have the ability, come and hack me. Take your sword and try hacking me once? Don't you dare? If you dare, come here—" he pointed at his own nose again, "—hack me?"

The more Wang Fei listened, the more bizarre it felt—this person had already used words to corner Yun Xiyan, making her hesitant and afraid to act, and his Momentum was enough to deter her for a moment; wouldn't it have been better to stop while ahead? Why keep provoking her repeatedly? And what is this "come and hack me"? Is this something a master should say? Isn't this what street thugs say when looking for trouble?

Moreover, he was the one who was cheated, and that old man was the one who cheated, so how did it turn out that he was excluded, and the two of them took over and started a standoff?

At this moment, Yun Xiyan gradually calmed down from her fury and said, "You're right—indeed, one shouldn't act rashly. If one acts, it should be a quick battle to force a quick decision; as long as I seal the throat with one sword and don't cause chaos, there won't be any trouble later, right?"

The young man raised an eyebrow and said, "Just you? I saw through your fierce appearance and weak heart long ago..."

"Sword Art—" In an instant, an astonishing Momentum erupted from Yun Xiyan, as if a piece of firewood had ignited a torch, instantly becoming a prairie fire burning the sky, her Momentum soaring into the sky!

So strong!

That was the Momentum of infinite power erupting, the most capable of inciting fear in the depths of one's heart. The few people present, even the young man, were stunned for a moment by such Momentum and power. So much so that, watching this Momentum rise crazily, none of them reacted.

Almost when everyone thought it had reached its peak, the Sword Qi could still break the limits and climb step by step, as if there were no end.

Something big is going to happen!

Wang Fei's lips were a bit dry; he wanted to stop this inevitably thunderous sword, but his throat was mute for a moment.

"Hey, why not just..." Even the old man who had been watching the show couldn't help but speak up.

The young man said nothing, staring at Yun Xiyan.

"Desperate—Gambit!"

A white light erupted, and Yun Xiyan charged forward!

She didn't actually draw her sword, but used her finger as a sword, with Sword Light wrapping around her fingertip, stabbing toward the young man.

The young man did not waver, nor did he retreat, nor did he draw his sword; iron bars suddenly unfolded in front of him, blocking Yun Xiyan's path like a fence.

"That is—a Prison?" Wang Fei recognized it.

The iron bars took root upon landing, indestructible, but upon encountering the finger of Sword Light, they were like a layer of paper, instantly destroyed, with almost no way to delay her.

However, the iron bars were not just one; they rose layer by layer from behind the previous one, dense and thick, and in a square inch, it became as airtight as a heavenly prison in an instant. The young man was behind the bars, his face obscured.

These were just the bars seen from the outside, but Yun Xiyan, who was charging, understood that these bars were far from simple. These were individual Prison cells!

Between the bars, there were invisible Prison cells. When the Sword Light pierced through, one could perceive the existence of real cages between the bars, feeling the oppression, suffocation, and gloom within, as if one could smell the moldy air that never saw the sun and hear the wails of prisoners in the cages. Ordinary Sword Light would be imprisoned by the cages within after piercing one side of the bars, let alone the bars being one after another, and the cages being one after another, as if infinite...

However, so what?

The power of Yun Xiyan's sword was too great!

From the beginning, her Sword Technique had no fancy tricks; it was only meant to break the enemy with one sword. This sword was even more of her most original Sword Technique, pursuing only power, power, and power!

Erupting all accumulated power in one breath to obtain the highest instantaneous power!

When she was still a Sword Student, this Sword Art required condensing and storing power on the spot, but after she became a Sword Guest, the sword could store power in daily life. Her actions, walking, sitting, and lying down, all could store power, with only one condition—the sword could not be drawn.

The longer she nurtured the sword and stored power, the greater the power erupted when the sword was drawn from the Sword Sheath. Of course, the rate of this power storage was diminishing; at first, it stored quickly, but later it became slower and slower, perhaps growing as slowly as a snail in the later stages, but regardless, the sword was constantly accumulating power in the Sword Sheath.

If she could store power for a hundred years without acting, the moment the sword was drawn, it would be a world-shaking sword!

Now, she naturally did not have a hundred years of accumulation, and she herself was only an initial Sword Guest with limited Sword Essence, but this sword was still powerful enough and brilliant enough. No need to change methods, no need to add more force; the invisible Prison collapsed and annihilated under the Sword Light, dissipating completely! The Sword Light was already pointing directly at the young man!

To the two people on the side, Yun Xiyan drew her sword, the young man released iron bars to block, the iron bars were shredded by the Sword Light, and the Sword Light approached; victory or defeat had already been decided between the attack and the defense!

The attack was strong, the defense was weak!

Seeing the Sword Light reach the young man's eyes, the old man opened his mouth to shout, when suddenly a large tiger head appeared in the center, its mouth opening to swallow the Sword Light!

Immediately after, the tiger head flickered, seemingly unable to bear the burden, and with a "whoosh," it turned into Fragments of light and dissipated. And the Sword Light disappeared along with the tiger head.

The Sword Light at this time was only an inch away from the young man, almost brushing his face as it was taken away by the tiger.

It was just that close!

It was off by a little bit; no matter how thrilling it was just now, or how victory or defeat hung by a hair, the final result was that Yun Xiyan had lost.

Yun Xiyan's face turned pale, her footsteps unsteady; it was clear that the move just now had consumed a great deal, but she did not delay at all, turning and leaving without looking back, grabbing Wang Fei and running out of the tent.

At the time, the attack was like a White Rainbow Piercing the Sun; at this time, the retreat was like the autumn wind sweeping away leaves, truly clean and neat, moving like thunder.

Wang Fei was still a bit dazed, his feet leaving the ground as he was dragged by Yun Xiyan, shouting: "That sword just now was great, one more sword and he would definitely lose!"

Yun Xiyan didn't answer, glaring at him; without needing to speak, Wang Fei understood her meaning: "There is no next sword, not even one!"

So this brilliant sword was a one-shot deal; if it succeeded, it succeeded, and if it didn't, she could only flee in a panic?

Wang Fei was helpless and could only follow Yun Xiyan—if Yun Xiyan couldn't succeed with such a sword, what could a Sword Student like him do? It could only be said that the person who blocked this sword was no ordinary Sword Guest.

At this time, the old man sat in his wheelchair and laughed loudly, saying: "Xing Ji, oh Xing Ji, you suffered a loss again, didn't you? You still have that old habit of looking for trouble where there is none; if there are difficulties, you face them, and if there are no difficulties, you create them. The sword was pointed right at your nose. If it weren't for your sarcastic mouth, how many fewer enemies would we have?"

The young man was indeed Xing Ji; he smoothed his hair, which had been messed up by the sword wind, and laughed: "Lao Xuetou, you should also stop with the sarcastic remarks. Could it be that you acted well just now? After several years, your acting is still such a mess. You were seen through by a child back then, and now you've been seen through by a girl again; how do you have the face to put on an act? If you had just bluffed your way through, why would I have needed to make a move?"

Yun Xiyan had already dashed to the tent entrance, and hearing this, she couldn't help but look back.

Xing Ji smiled slightly, put away his previous annoying demeanor, bowed, and said: "Miss Yun, come back; we have no malice. Actually, we are on the same side."

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