Volume 1 Chapter 5 (1/2)

Chapter 5 The Sword Zhongfeng

Di Hongtian was defeated by Doukong; all the monks of the White Horse Temple secretly drew in deep breaths. But those in the audience were happy to criticize the young man as if they were the winner instead of Doukong.

“Like I already said, this young man is too proud; he thought that, by defeating the leaders of the low-end clans, he could claim to be number one in the world,” a man with a thick, black beard commented.

“He made the mistake of challenging Doukong.”

“If Doukong used his full strength, this guy couldn’t take ten hits from him. Maybe he’s sobered up now,” someone said, laughing at him.

Such criticism came from the leaders of some low-end clans, who had earlier been afraid of being defeated by Di Hongtian. Now they were so quick to criticize him, and taking Doukong’s side just to save face. What’s more, taking pleasure in his failure helped them relax from the anxiety of being defeated by him. The other members of the audience were not like them, but they did not dare to speak more for fear of offending them.

“His failure here should teach him to respect a world he knows nothing of,” the commentators were going on.

The rest of the artists were cautious to say such bold words, and they focused their eyes on the heavy sword. The rumors said the sword’s weight was about 500 kilograms. Di Hongtian was only a teenager, so how could his strength compare to that of Doukong and the other first-level artists? So they thought that his strength was from the sword. Now he had lost this sword, and he himself had became a commoner. They had no need to fear him anymore.

“Little almsgiver, you are so young and you already have such a great power; there is no need to care too much about the result of our compet.i.tion.” Doukong did not want to take his weapon, for he had realized that the sword was no ordinary one. How could he take the young man’s precious sword he was relying on? “Take your weapon, and leave us our quietness for the practice of Buddhism, okay?”

The entire audience was abuzz, discussing Doukong’s kindness, and the young man’s eyes went over though their faces; he was disappointed in them.

n.o.body knows this sword. It looks like they are not here. He sighed. Anyway, though I lost this compet.i.tion, the story of this fight should make its rounds throughout the whole martial world. It should be able to attract their attention.

He raised his head to answer Doukong, saying, “Everything has its price. I lost; this sword is the price.”

Doukong was stunned by him. Everybody in this world cherished their weapon as if  they were their lives. How could this young man be so stubborn?

Two well-dressed middle-aged artists met each other and sat at the abbot’s side. One of them was staring at the sword, and spoke slowly, in a good and dignified manner, “The sword is as wide as twelve centimeters, as long as one point four meters, and bears a weight of 500 kilograms, which is heavy enough to take the responsibility of protection. . . ”

When he came to this sentence, he posted his eyes on Di Hongtian’s face, confronting with his stare; everyone else’s attention fixed on them.

“Its name is Zhongfeng.”

He said this after several minutes.

“Zhongfeng?” All the people were shocked by the sword’s name.

“Wow. . . ”

All the people there burst into an uproar.