Chapter 150 – Blood Soaked; Sword Drawing; Unfettered Cloud; Falling Beard (2/2)

The scholar opposite, named Huo Guang, wasn’t worthy of making him use those methods.

In the blink of an eye, the Regiment Shattering Fist was broken through, the tides had turned.

Chen Chang Sheng became a blur, instantly arriving before Huo Guang.

Huo Guang was shocked, but his level was far above that disciple from Huang Shan Valley, not to mention, Scholartree Manor’s disciples were most focused on cultivating the heart and mind; suddenly coming across this type of development, he wasn’t even flustered, sending out a single punch.

He didn’t draw his sword, as Chen Chang Sheng had arrived too quickly, this punch was a continuation to the Regiment Breaking Fist, chaining manoeuvres was natural, thus, it was also the fastest move he could do.

This punch of his did not strike towards Chen Chang Sheng, but struck upon the ground, its fist manifestation was extremely brilliant.

Only a ringing sound could be heard resounding, the sand before his feet danced into the air, the fist manifestation quietly enshrouded within.

Borrowing the fist manifestation’s recoil, he quickly bounded backwards, his ochre coloured robe even left behind several trailing afterimages of his sleeves, it could be imagined as to how quickly he had retreated, how resolute.

At the same time as he bounded backwards, his right hand reached behind his shoulder, preparing to draw his sword.

He had been carrying a sword all this time.

The sword was very large and its form a little strange, its centre was actually curved.

The sword was called Righteous Thought and is one of the seven swords that could be conveyed to disciples of Scholartree Manor; it was extremely sharp, containing a profundity within, though it couldn’t be listed upon the Banner of Divine Armaments, it was no ordinary item.

He firmly believed that all he needed was this sword in hand and no matter how fearsome Chen Chang Sheng’s defence was, he would still be no match for himself.

He felt a bit regretful; previously, when they had entered the tower, if he was to immediately draw Righteous Thought, ignoring that clergyman’s suggestion, he wouldn’t be retreating in such a humiliating way.

Before the Sword of Righteousness and Knowledge, all fiends must avert themselves; all he needed was but a single move and he could cleave Chen Chang Sheng into defeat.

While thinking this, his right hand had already grasped onto the sword’s hilt, needing but a moment to draw the sword from its sheathe.

The motion for drawing a sword is really simplistic, something he had practised countless times; the time needed was short to the point where it could be considered non-existent.

Alas, time was an eternal existence that couldn’t be destroyed.

No matter how short, it still needed time.

Huo Guang’s pupils suddenly shrunk.

Chen Chang Sheng didn’t give him that short period of time.

From outside of the tower, Huo Guang had received a message from Li Palace clergy, coming to know that Chen Chang Sheng had displayed an astonishing speed in the first round. For this, he had prepared himself, giving it sufficient consideration in his planning, yet, he couldn’t have expected that Chen Chang Sheng’s so-called “astonishing speed”… was this astonishing.

Chen Chang Sheng was too fast, to the point that his hand had only just touched upon his sword’s hilt and yet, Chen Chang Sheng had already arrived before him.

By the time the Sword of Righteous Thought had left its sheathe by half a foot, Chen Chang Sheng’s fist was only half a foot away from his chest.

Huo Guang knew that he wouldn’t make it in time, his faced instantly paled; his True Essence wildly exploded outwards, forming a shrill hiss, bursting from his lips.

At the same time, his right foot lightly stepped towards the ground.

That’s right, it didn’t heavily land, but lightly.

Even in such a tense situation, his steps still remained light, akin to stepping onto a cloud.

Previously, his fist had hollowly struck upon the ground, the sand that had scattered up before him, looked akin to a cloud.

His right foot, lightly stepped upon the cloud of sand.

Very softly, very lithely, very miraculously.

It was as if he had also become a floating cloud, drifting upwards.

“A superb Unfettered Cloud.”

A sound of praise could be heard from the Hall of Zhao Wen.

Unknown as to if it was the Bishop of Temple Seminary or someone else, they had actually started cheering for a student of the South’s Scholartree Manor; it could be seen how much pressure Chen Chang Sheng’s participation in the examination and that declaration, had brought upon these people.

As for those three teacher representatives for the Southern Sects that were seated upon the guest seating, their expressions were full of content, stroking their beards silently.

Huo Guang’s performance was indeed worthy of praise.

A young cultivator that had yet to complete their Ethereal Opening could actually utilise Scholartree Manor’s motion technique, Unfettered Cloud, so perfectly; under such a tense situation, he could still display such a tranquil aura, it had to be said, the training of disciples for Scholartree Manor was indeed impressive.

More importantly, this manoeuvre of the motion technique, Unfettered Cloud, could possibly bring a big reversal to this battle.

Chen Chang Sheng was very fast, hence, he couldn’t stop. His fist was very strong, hence, it couldn’t turn.

For something travelling straight, when it wants to change its direction, the faster it’s travelling, the greater the amount of force required, or perhaps some tremendously high level skill for controlling True Essence.

That type of skill was very rare, searching across all the academies and sects on the continent, it wouldn’t number more than three.

Within the Capital, there wasn’t a single academy with that type of skill; within the line of White Emperor City, there also wasn’t this type of manoeuvre.

Even if Chen Chang Sheng wanted to learn this, he wouldn’t know where to seek it.

Therefore, his fist could only encounter empty air.

While Huo Guang continued rising with the clouds.

The two were about to enter a vantage of high and low; Huo Guang held the Sword of Righteous Thought within his hand.

This match’s winner was perhaps about to change.

Yet, at the next moment, the hands of those few Southern sect representatives suddenly stiffened.

One of the elders even ripped off a few strands from his white beard.

Within the Hall of Zhao Wen, sounds of exclamation rang out.