Chapter 125

Just as Fan Ping was feeling confident, he saw Yang Yu lift his hand again.

The movement looked casual, yet it was perfectly timed—steady, accurate, and ruthless—striking exactly at the weak point of his two-strike combo.

Snap!

Fan Ping's sword technique was broken once again, and the wooden sword was shaken violently.

"How is this possible? He can even break my Meteor Consecutive Slash?"

Fan Ping's expression froze.

The first time could be called a coincidence.

But what about the second time?

It was definitely not accidental!

His own sword techniques had been completely seen through by the opponent.

What was even more bizarre was that the opponent could instantly make the most correct response to directly crush the sword technique.

In actual combat, even many old fellows who have lived for hundreds of years couldn't reach this level...

"Then what about this move?!"

Fan Ping's old face flushed red. Suppressing the agitation in his heart, his sword momentum suddenly changed, shifting from sharp to dense.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!

The wooden sword suddenly spun, forming countless sword shadows.

The sword shadows were as dense as rain, making it hard to distinguish reality from illusion.

Each "raindrop" was like an indestructible sharp blade, rapidly closing in on Yang Yu.

You can see through it, can't you?

Then what about this 'Blade Rain Style'?

This sword technique was the most perfect, combining both offense and defense, leaving no room for attack.

Even some older powerhouses couldn't break it head-on.

Let's see how you brat handle this!

"This move is actually not bad, it has some substance, but unfortunately not enough..."

In Yang Yu's pupils, the sword rain arrived in an instant.

But he also instantly saw through the very bottom of this move.

With the entry, he didn't need to think at all; relying only on instinct, he could formulate the best response strategy.

Swoosh!!

Yang Yu thrust his sword out, the wooden sword piercing directly into Fan Ping's sword rain.

But he didn't use brute force to break it.

Instead, the wooden sword moved like a swimming fish, weaving through the sword rain.

Every time it wove through, it cut off one of the opponent's sweeps.

The sword rain, which had combined reality and illusion, became sparse in an instant...

In the blink of an eye, Yang Yu completely severed the sword rain.

Fan Ping's confident sword technique was once again broken head-on...

"How could it be like this?!"

Fan Ping was somewhat dazed, even doubting his life.

Could his Blade Rain Style, which he took such pride in, really be this weak? How could it have such huge flaws?

While he was still in shock and doubt, a flash of brilliance appeared in Yang Yu's eyes. His figure retreated violently, and at the same time, his wooden sword drew a long, narrow arc.

It was exactly the Heaven-Splitting Sword Technique!

Because this sparring session didn't use Xuanqi and only used the swordsmanship itself, the speed of Yang Yu's move was exceptionally fast.

But even without using Xuanqi, when this slash came out, it still left Fan Ping horrified.

How is it possible?

The opponent's sword move clearly had no Xuanqi at all, so why could it form sword Qi?

It wasn't the effect of air vibration, but solid sword Qi—a crescent moon visible to the naked eye!

Even more bizarre was that, facing this slash, Fan Ping actually felt a sense of helplessness.

This slash seemed to have completely locked onto the target; it couldn't be avoided, couldn't be blocked, and was filled with oppressive force...

"Hah!"

Fan Ping shouted, having no choice but to lift his wooden sword to forcibly meet the attack.

In a pure swordsmanship contest, parrying move for move is the way to go.

Taking it head-on was already an inferior choice...

But Fan Ping had no choice; this was the only way he could think of in actual combat.

No sooner said than done, the crescent-shaped sword Qi slammed fiercely onto Fan Ping's wooden sword.

Clang-snap!

The wooden sword shattered on the spot.

Although the sword Qi had much of its power dissipated, the remaining force still landed on Fan Ping's arm.

Swish!

As the sword Qi brushed past, a thin bloodstain appeared on Fan Ping's forearm.

"Hiss..."

Fan Ping gasped.

It wasn't from the pain, but from being shocked.

For a Saint Realm expert, this tiny superficial wound was equivalent to nothing.

He found it hard to believe that he hadn't blocked the opponent's sword Qi and had even been injured.

This was a pure swordsmanship contest, without using a shred of Xuanqi.

He was a Sword Saint, yet he had lost in a "swordsmanship contest."

If both sides were of equal realm, and if it were a life-and-death battle without rules, he would be seriously injured at best, or dead at worst.

"Old man, do you want to continue?"

Yang Yu said with a smile.

Fan Ping took several deep breaths and sighed, "No need, I lost."

After saying this, he seemed to have aged significantly all at once.

Excluding experience, realm, and so on, purely on the level of the Dao of the sword, he had lost too thoroughly.

One could even say he was completely crushed by the opponent; it was equivalent to a Go master losing to a little kid.

Every one of his moves was easily seen through and easily broken.

Yet, he was helpless against the opponent's single slash.

Having roamed the martial world for half a lifetime and being invincible, this was the first time Fan Ping had felt such frustration...

Seeing this, Yang Yu secretly admired him: Although this old man is a bit of a tyrant, his character is actually okay; at least he can afford to lose.

Thus, Yang Yu comforted him:

"This was just sparring after all, and we weren't allowed to use cultivation, so your biggest advantage was gone. If there were no such restrictions, you could beat me with a casual sword strike."

Fan Ping smiled bitterly: "But what we were comparing from the start was the purest Dao of the sword, which is to exclude the influence of cultivation. Sigh, you don't need to comfort me..."

Yang Yu added: "What I used just now actually reached the Heaven Grade Peak, so even without the support of Xuanqi, its power is extraordinary. It's not a grievance that you couldn't handle it."

"Hea-Heaven Grade Peak?!" Fan Ping's eyes widened.

He had lived for more than half his life and had never even obtained a Heaven Grade Peak martial technique, let alone one for swordsmanship!

Someone so young had already drawn a Divine Sword and mastered a Heaven Grade sword technique?

"Moreover, I made some improvements to this sword technique; although it couldn't reach the level of increasing its grade, it did become stronger," Yang Yu added.

"Improvements?!"

Fan Ping was even more shocked.

Existing martial techniques are often left behind by predecessors and have been verified, so there is very little room for improvement.

Even if one could improve them, that's not something an ordinary person could do.

Yet this young man could actually make a Heaven Grade sword technique improve further?

Such attainment in swordsmanship is simply monstrous—it's god-level!

"In short, victory and defeat are common occurrences in military affairs; no one can win forever."

Yang Yu said again.

He discovered that the more he comforted him, the more Fan Ping seemed to doubt his life, so he stopped talking.

Fan Ping was dazed and lost in thought, only sighing after a while:

"I am truly ridiculous. All these years, I always thought I was peerless in the Dao of the sword, never expecting that I had been living in my own dream all along. Today, little friend has truly opened my eyes. By the way, I still don't know your name..."

Yang Yu: "Yang Yu."

Fan Ping looked at Yang Yu and actually bowed deeply to him.

"Old gentleman, there's no need for this," Yang Yu said hurriedly.

Fan Ping's expression turned serious: "Little friend Yang Yu, you woke me up and made me realize my shortcomings; I deserve this gesture. And there is one more thing..."

"Hmm?" Yang Yu was puzzled.

Fan Ping coughed dryly and said: "And that is, well... I have an ungracious request; well... I want to take you as my master."