Vol 2 Chapter 14 (1/2)

Chapter 14     Xuan Yuan Duan Ai

Seeing how there were so many people surrounding the ba gua stage, Zhang Ri frowned.

“Let’s go. I think something happened!”

Zhang Ri did not try to conceal his concern, thus, the two quickly ran towards the stage.

Usually, there are not this many disciples here. For some reason, today, the number of disciples have dramatically increased. It was obvious that something had happened.

Once they got closer, Xuan Luo could see two people battling. No wonder, he thought; people want to be entertained.

“Come, look! Isn’t that Wu Di xiong?”

“Who is battling with him?”

“……”

Voices could be heard everywhere, but no one knew what truly happened. Xuan Luo had a very tough time pus.h.i.+ng through the crowd before he was able to get a clear view.

The two disciples were “practicing”, but the atmosphere felt very strange. It didn’t seem like they were practicing at all. Tension could be felt.

Zhang Ri finally managed to squeeze through the crowd as well. He asked the disciple next to him, “What’s going on?”

The disciple looked at Zhang Ri and politely responded, “s.h.i.+ xiong, I have no idea. When I have arrived, they were already like this.”

This caused Zhang Ri to crinkle in thought. Usually, disciples are not supposed to battle within the Clan. Practicing is the exception, but the current scenario didn’t seem right…

“Look, they are moving!!” A random disciple spoke up. The whole atmosphere changed once more. Everyone is staring intently up at the stage; watching the two men.

On stage, there were only two guys. One was a man named “Wu Di”, and the other one was an unknown person. The other person looked extremely solitary; he looked like someone who distanced himself from people.

Suddenly, Xuan Luo’s heart thumped. For some reason, as he looked at the cold man, he could feel that there was something frozen inside his heart; similar to what he had felt when he pa.s.sed out in Qian Deng Zhen long ago.

The two men stood as straight as a tree, each holding a sword.

“Hey. Is that all you’ve got? b.a.s.t.a.r.d will always be b.a.s.t.a.r.d. Come and get me!” mocked Wu Di. Although his voice wasn’t loud, everyone could hear him.

The cold man did not respond. He remained where he was, with the sword in his hand. His eyes, however, were deadly.

“Prepare to die!’ Wu Di hollered as he lift his sword.

Xuan Luo could tell that the jian fa Wu Di used was soft and calm, just like water; it didn’t look very powerful, but he was proven wrong immediately.

The slow dance of the sword actually created crackling sounds in the air.

It was at that moment that Xuan Luo truly experienced what a “style” was. It was incomparable to his attacks. Thus, Xuan Luo watched very intently at every move the two were making. He did not want to miss a thing.

Wu Di straighten his arm and headed straight to stab the cold man. But the cold man had no reaction. He calmly remained where he was.

Just as the tip of the sword was about to reach him, the man lifted his sword and turned his wrist; it was as if the sword in his hand had a life of its own.

Originally, the audience thought the man was a goner, but instead, they were shocked to see how the twirl of the sword caused the sword from Wu Di’s hand to bounce away into a different direction.