Chapter 432 - Humiliation with a sword and words (1/2)
”What did you just say? I am useless with the sword?” Wang Fu, a name that stands out even at the ranks of the Wang Family's blossoming youths. Someone in possession of a calm and collected demeanor, he had been taunted hundreds of times before, none managed to shake his expression, yet, this was different.
”Like I said, you know nothing in the way of the sword. Everything about you is yet to reach acceptable mastery levels, yet you already wish to judge others' training? How big of an ego do you carry? Why not throw some away so you can learn how to understand your foolishness?”
Wang Ling's words caused Wang Fu's hands to tremble. He was angered, but he drew in a deep breath trying to calm himself, but then, Wang Ling's voice once more echoed, ”You claim my teachings is crude, then you must mean that I myself am in such a way… very well, I wish to request a duel, why not prove to me that your way of elegance is better than my, ”crude”, teachings and sword?”
It didn't last long for Wang Fu to crack. He accepted the dual invitation, and the others moved aside giving them room.
”The rules of the duel are simple, the usage of qi is forbidden and only mastery of the sword and intent is allowed. Fair, is it not? The losers will obey the winners' one command.”
”I agree with these terms. Then, draw your sword, I will make sure to let you know the weight of your words.” Wang Fu's words was piercing and then, as he waited for Wang Ling to bring out a sword yet, no such thing happened.
Wang Ling raised two fingers, then just said, ”This is enough for you, I have no intention of going above for something so uselessly tiresome.” Wang Ling further provoked.
The two stared at each other, there was silence and then Wang Fu went to cross the distance and slashed at Wang Ling. A beautiful vertical swing, a clean path was made.
Wang Fu was called the Silk River Sword because of his unbelievable elegance and grace and as he swung his sword without so much as a hesitation, he managed to live up to his name.
”Monarch Sword: Silver Dawn.” Wang Fu did not hesitate and against such a fancy move, Wang Ling simply pivoted his leg and then shifted his weight before casually dodging Wang Fu's sword.
Wang Ling moved his hands, and stopped his fingers at Wang Fu's right temple, ”You lose.”
Wang Fu paused, and when he turned to look at Wang Ling, he saw him waving his hands around in boredom, ”Why the furious eyes? Cannot accept your defeat?” Wang Ling said as he was just about to return to his seat next to Roan.
”I-I was caught off guard! Once more!”
”Is that so? Then, come, I shall entertain your wishes.” Wang Ling said and then they separated.
A duel began once more, Wang Fu didn't hesitate this time, he moved and slashed out with the intent to cleave Wang Ling's body. But, just like before, Wang Ling just casually moved and then stopped his fingers before stabbing him in the vitals.
Time and time again, Wang Fu would ask for Wang Ling to fight him again, only to be beaten.