4 Unsheathing the Sword (2/2)

Affairs of life were so disappointing.

Compelling one to unsheathe one's sword and bathe the world in blood.

She originally had her back to the arena but suddenly turned around. And then, Meng Fuyao casually picked up the sword that Eldest Senior Brother had dropped to the ground, striding to the man in black.

The entire field suddenly went still.

The wind blew from the chained mountain range, struggling free from the bonds of the trees, howling and whistling in the gigantic white stone arena. With the fierceness of stone, the mountain wind struck against the twelve giant bronze pillars in the martial arts arena with a large clunking sound, causing the vision of the bystanders to tilt and sway. It seemed that the vicious and ferocious four-legged beast sculptures on the pillars would surge forward at any moment to kill and devour.

Under the giant pillars, Meng Fuyao's thin and firm figure stood with her back ramrod straight.

Although she looked frail, as if the wind would blow her away at any moment, at the same time, she gave the feeling of someone who was calm, collected and brazen. She was like the bronze pillars behind her back, strong and immovable.

Multiple burning gazes shot towards her, their meaning unclear. However, Meng Fuyao looked at none of them. She pursed her lips and tore off a strip of cloth from her robes, bounding it across her eyes.

The sword in her palm shone brilliantly, like a pool of clear autumn water. Under a hundred gazes that were filled with shock, amazement, and disbelief, reflecting the burning light of the midday sun, the sword slowly pointed towards the man in black.

The martial arts arena was strangely quiet. In the center of the arena, the man in black robes had his eyes closed while waiting. Suddenly he lifted his head, staring at Meng Fuyao deeply.

He had not even retracted his stare when at the next moment, the umber black shadow flashed before his eyes. A figure charged at him at an electrifying speed. As the movement and strength were both extremely fast and big, sounds of crackling and booming in the air could be heard indistinctively.

Her figure had not even arrived when a snow-white finger pierced the air and shot forward. The umber, black short sword at the tip of her finger glinted, a swift and fierce wind swept past, attacking straight at his eyes!

The single move encompassed swiftness, fierceness, and accuracy, while the angle of the movement was crafty, vicious and difficult to predict. It was normal to the opponent, but the entire Mystic Essence Sword Sect gasped in surprise, stunned.

The strength, angle, and speed of the move were perfectly balanced. In the whole Sect, apart from Teacher, it seemed that no one was able to execute it.

The young man in the center of the field smirked. He only needed to slightly move his heel and take three steps back. At the same time, he turned his palm, withdrawing his hands. A green steel longsword shot out from his underarms like a nimble snake, shooting straight at Meng Fuyao's chest.

Both swords struck against each other, letting out a loud clang. The impact of the collision caused the crowd to tremble, even the fierce winds ceased.

The Sword Qi caused her hair to be loosened from the bun, and her black strands descended like mist. With a flick of her head, a strand of Meng Fuyao's hair was caught between her red lips and white teeth. It was an astonishingly bright and beautiful sight.

The gaze of the young man in black, who was standing opposite Meng Fuyao, glittered. The longsword was held tilted, and within a split second, countless snow-colored arcs flashed. For Meng Fuyao that was charging forward, the strands of hair on her head were unexpectedly pulled straight and silently descended.

The descending hair strands formed a soft arc in the air before they disappeared in midair.

Everyone cried out in alarm, but the Leaders of the various Sects had understanding, yet amazed looks. It seemed like Meng Fuyao, who was charging forward unyieldingly, had used the Qi in her body to shatter the hair strands instantly, causing them to disappear. All along, firm and unyielding objects were destroyed easily while the soft and supple matter was difficult to break. What kind of internal martial arts did this girl practice that she was actually able to release the Qi in her body to virtually destroy matter?

The White Mountain Sect Master finally looked at the thin girl in the center of the arena. However, there was not much worry in his eyes. It could be seen that although the girl possessed outstanding sword techniques, her skills were still slightly inadequate. Being able to achieve this amount of skill at this age was a feat that would make others shocked and blush in shame. But everyone met exceptions. Compared to the Scarless Swordsman that had ample experience and an established name in the Jianghu, Meng Fuyao was still lacking.

Thinking of winning? Dream on.

He comfortably adjusted his position in his seat, smiling and stroking his beard.

In the field, after the first round where both were on par, with a blink of an eye, the two shadows were entangled in battle, one black and one umber black. Their movements were extremely swift, and the bystanders only felt that the powerful breeze was suffocating. The two figures resembled a pair of confused butterflies, black and umber black tossing and turning. On the spacious white stone floor, they left streaks of brightly colored light in a whirling dance. Wherever they passed, fine cracks would appear on the finished smooth floor, overlapping and extending, like a strange painting.

Looking at Meng Fuyao's sword technique that was obviously more ingenious and powerful than that of the Mystic Essence Sword Sect, the members of the other Sects gradually felt confused. Not that the Mystic Essence Sword Sect's members were any better as their jaw had dropped.

Was that the same Meng Fuyao that had always been ranked last in their sect's competitions? Was she really the same Meng Fuyao that due to her lack of talent, had not even been allowed to practice the internal martial arts of the Mystic Essence Sword Sect? From where could she possibly have learned that agile and ingenious sword technique which was superior to any of the Mystic Essence Sword Sect's techniques?

The Seventh Senior Brother, who had scolded Meng Fuyao earlier, inhaled deeply, mumbling, ”The 100th move, even Eldest Senior Brother was not able to receive 10 moves earlier...”

The Sixth Senior Brother beside him swallowed, the loud sound scaring even himself.

Within the commotion and cries, Pei Yuan's expression changed erratically. She had just bullied Meng Fuyao into the ground, and at the next second, Meng Fuyao had demonstrated skills that not even she could match. Her face involuntarily turned a shade of green.

In comparison, only Lin Xuanyuan's expression was the calmest and collected. His fingers lightly struck against the arm of the chair, pondering deeply.

The competition in the arena had already reached the end.

The green steel longsword abruptly broke through the umber black light, silently creeping close to Meng Fuyao's wrist. Sliding smoothly like water, it struck straight for Meng Fuyao's heart.

The strong winds were like string, with the desire to end a life.

However, Meng Fuyao suddenly faced the young man dressed in black that was charging at her and smiled.

She had been waiting for this moment. Her white teeth suddenly bit on the red lips and a pearl of blood as bright as coral burst out. Meng Fuyao circulated her Qi and blew out. The round drop of blood fused with the third skill level of the Cleaving Nine Heavens technique, shooting out electric fast.

The air in the surroundings became damp and heavy, condensing into a puff of white mist, before being dyed pink by the drop of fresh blood. The mist covered the eyes of the young man dressed in black, twisting and turning like a net, blocking his vision.