Chapter 37: Three Moves Without Defeat, One Move to Subdue the Enemy

On the second day of the Seven Peaks Martial Arts Tournament, Su Changqing arrived at the arena early as usual.

He saw Lin Jingyu secretly whispering something to his opponent in the match; upon seeing Su Changqing appear, Lin Jingyu's gaze shifted over, and he walked slowly toward Su Changqing.

"Changqing, today is your battle against my senior brother. I have already instructed my senior brother to show you mercy. Although you cannot win, he will not let you get hurt."

"You just need to give it your all; you can consider this Seven Peaks Martial Arts Tournament as a way to motivate yourself."

Lin Jingyu said to Su Changqing with great 'concern'.

"I appreciate your concern."

Su Changqing smiled silently, then waved his hand to decline Lin Jingyu, saying: "There is no need. Just tell your senior brother not to underestimate this match."

"Changqing, why don't you understand my good intentions? You are only at the Foundation Establishment Stage 1. If my senior brother uses his full strength against you, I fear you won't last three moves."

Lin Jingyu said to Su Changqing urgently.

After a light sigh, Su Changqing said nothing more and turned to walk toward his own sect's viewing stand; truly, they could not get three sentences into a conversation without clashing.

"Hmph!"

Seeing Su Changqing's attitude, Lin Jingyu felt slightly displeased in his heart.

In his view, he had kindly asked his senior brother to hold back to add some excitement to this match with no suspense, and to ensure Su Changqing wouldn't lose too miserably or lose too much face.

But now, Su Changqing still maintained his go-your-own-way demeanor, showing no sign of appreciating his kindness.

"Junior Brother Lin, it seems this fellow villager and friend of yours doesn't give you much face."

Lin Jingyu's senior brother, Chen Sanying, walked over and said to him with a sneer.

Watching Su Changqing's departing back, Lin Jingyu's eyes gradually turned cold, and he muttered fiercely: "Why can he never realize that there is a difference between high and low?"

Having said that, Lin Jingyu turned back to Chen Sanying and said earnestly: "Senior Brother Chen, then you need not hold back later. Consider it a lesson for him, so he can truly realize the difference between a heaven-gifted talent and an ordinary person."

"With pleasure."

Chen Sanying replied with a smile.

Originally, out of consideration for Junior Brother Lin's intercession, he had intended to let Su Changqing have a few moves so he wouldn't lose too ugly; since Su Changqing did not appreciate it, there was no need.

He would definitely defeat Su Changqing within three moves! Soon, the previous matches concluded, and it was Su Changqing's turn to take the stage. Amidst the cheers of a group of senior sisters, Su Changqing stepped onto the arena with a bright smile.

"Su Changqing, I know you and Junior Brother Lin come from the same village and joined our sect at the same time, but Junior Brother Lin is exceptionally gifted, while you are just an ordinary disciple with extremely poor spiritual roots. I didn't expect you to reach Foundation Establishment in a year."

"But do you not know that there is a gap even within the Foundation Establishment stages!"

Chen Sanying leaped onto the arena after him and spoke slowly to Su Changqing with an arrogant smile.

"Oh? And what kind of gap is that?"

Su Changqing did not show the slightest bit of anger and asked him back with a calm smile.

"For instance, I am currently at the Foundation Establishment Stage 2 Peak. Against you, who has just reached Foundation Establishment, I only need three moves to take you down!"

Chen Sanying spoke arrogantly to Su Changqing, as if victory were already in his grasp.

"Three moves? Then I look forward to seeing how you, Senior Brother, take me down in three moves."

Su Changqing gestured with one hand as usual, and a wooden sword flew into his grasp. Seeing that Su Changqing was still using a wooden sword, Chen Sanying immediately understood that Su Changqing had no intention of taking his words to heart, and his anger flared up instantly.

"Then watch closely!"

Chen Sanying shouted loudly, a long steel staff suddenly appearing in his hands. With another roar, he leaped into the air and immediately smashed down toward Su Changqing's head with a strike.

Although the Qingyun Sect is renowned for its sword arts, many disciples practice other martial arts; it seemed this Chen Sanying was accustomed to using staff techniques.

Su Changqing's eyes narrowed instantly, and he immediately used his movement technique to dodge. His figure vanished from the spot in the eyes of the crowd, and that overhead staff strike smashed into empty air. The stone arena floor was directly smashed into a crater by this fierce strike, and various rock fragments splashed everywhere.

"That's one move?"

When Su Changqing was seen again, he was less than three meters in front of Chen Sanying.

Chen Sanying was secretly shocked at how Su Changqing's movement technique was so swift; his own strike had been extremely fast, yet it had still been evaded.

"Ha!"

Chen Sanying launched his second move. The staff transformed into the shadow of a long spear, and time after time, the staff shadows rained down toward Su Changqing. This overwhelming offensive made countless spectators break into a cold sweat for Su Changqing.

Yet Su Changqing remained unhurried, immediately using his sword to draw a barrier of gale. Wisps of clear wind surged from all around. One could only hear a series of clanging sounds as he blocked all the staff shadows, while the barrier remained completely undamaged.

"That's the second move!"

Chen Sanying's expression was extremely grave at this moment. He had not expected his offensive to be so easily blocked by Su Changqing. The three moves he had promised now had only one left.

"Don't get cocky too early!"

Having said that, Chen Sanying withdrew his staff stance and silently pinched a spell. Suddenly, three identical clones appeared around his body. They uniformly leaped up, spinning on one foot, and landed around Su Changqing. One performed a parrying staff strike to cover him, another performed a low-sweeping staff to strike at Su Changqing's lower body, and a thrusting staff blocked Su Changqing's left and right escape routes.

Each performed moves like 'Looking at the Moon', 'White Clouds Covering the Peak', and 'Splitting Mount Hua' with fierce momentum, cutting off all directions and completely sealing Su Changqing's escape.

"Well done!"

Seeing such profound staff techniques that could manifest into three clones, Su Changqing could not help but feel a spark of fighting spirit. He did not avoid the clones' attacks at all; instead, he held his wooden sword and turned defense into offense, charging toward Chen Sanying's main body. With one move of the Clear Wind Sword Technique, he instantly summoned countless clear winds, his speed so extreme that it left Chen Sanying no room to react.

"How can this be!"

Chen Sanying's heart sank instantly, and he hurriedly withdrew his 'White Clouds Covering the Peak' to block horizontally with his staff.

This staff technique was profound; if it were an ordinary person at the same stage, they might have been defeated directly under it, but it had one crucial flaw: no matter what the two clones did, the main body was still on the arena.

"Clang!"

With a crisp sound, Su Changqing's sword Qi slammed into Chen Sanying's steel staff. Although it was blocked by Chen Sanying, he was forced back repeatedly by the powerful shockwave. His arm trembled in pain, and the web between his thumb and index finger had already split, seeping with fresh blood.

As Chen Sanying was injured, those two wisps of clones, having not even touched a thread of Su Changqing's clothing, dissipated one after another.

"Three moves are over, now take one move from me!"

The three-move offensive had been completely blocked by Su Changqing through one dodge, one block, and one counter-attack. Now it was Su Changqing's turn.

"Gale Sword Technique!"

Gale flashed on the wooden sword in Su Changqing's hand, and 'swish-swish' sounds of wind rang out urgently. After accumulating the long wind, Su Changqing slashed out with his sword dragging along the ground. The long wind shot out instantly, the ground cracked open following the sword Qi, and it rushed toward Chen Sanying.

The crowd was shocked beyond measure; this Gale Sword Technique was something they had never seen before! (End of chapter)