Zhou Hang was furious, but fortunately the judge beside him stopped him:
“Zhou Hang, please follow the rules of the martial arts arena. I haven’t announced the start yet.”
“Damn it! Can you hurry up?”
Although Zhou Hang was impulsive, he knew his limits when facing officials of the Longyin Sect.
If he were disqualified for breaking the rules, he would really fall into He Qiu’s trap! Hmph, that bastard must be using some kind of provocation, trying to make me lose my temper and attack the judge so he can win without a fight.
Such a sinister plan—truly worthy of you, He Qiu!
With a cold snort, Zhou Hang suppressed his inner rage and stepped aside to prepare for the formal battle.
At that moment, the judge finally separated the two and began to introduce the rules unhurriedly:
“Both participants, please prepare before the match. In martial arts duels, harmony is most valuable—stop at the point of contact… Additionally, both participants must bow to each other with clasped fists; otherwise, this judge will not announce the start of the match. That is all.”
“Heh…”
Zhou Hang shrugged disdainfully and bowed to He Qiu with clasped fists.
However, the latter did not return the gesture for a long time…
“Hey, what do you mean? Not returning my bow—are you looking down on me?”
Zhou Hang couldn’t wait any longer and cursed angrily.
But soon he calmed down and asked with a sneer, “Heh, you’re not chickening out, are you? Afraid to start the match?”
“Don’t rush. As a villain, you need patience. Didn’t the judge say to prepare before the match?”
“F*ck, who are you calling a villain?”
“Shh, quiet.”
He Qiu said unhurriedly, joining his palms together in front of his chest, then closing his eyes and silently beginning to circulate the spiritual energy within his body.
whoosh whoosh whoosh
In an instant, an immense and terrifying chill emerged around He Qiu, causing Zhou Hang on the opposite side to tremble involuntarily.
For a moment, he felt a fear that came from the depths of his very existence.
“What, what the hell are you doing!?”
“…”
He Qiu did not speak.
He still held his palms together, quietly closing his eyes in concentration.
At the same time, as He Qiu’s meditation deepened, the light in the entire martial arts arena quietly dimmed, and even the temperature dropped a few degrees.
A bone-chilling sword intent enveloped everyone’s heads in the arena, as if ice had descended.
“This is…!!”
In the audience stands,
An Lingran abruptly stood up from her seat, her beautiful eyes filled with shock and disbelief, as if she had seen a ghost.
‘Such a dangerously piercing cold sword intent actually came from that usually obedient and gentle Junior Disciple!?’
‘Impossible. This sword intent is the hallmark of the Fine Snow Sword Manual.’
‘Moreover, no one in this world understands the Fine Snow Sword Manual better than An Lingran, and no one understands the Ice Cold Sword Intent better than An Lingran. If someone can release this level of sword intent from within, then it’s absolutely certain that they have cultivated the Fine Snow Sword Manual.’
‘Among those present, only An Lingran and He Qiu are sword cultivators who have trained in the Fine Snow Sword Manual.’
‘An Lingran herself hadn’t made a move, and only He Qiu was meditating with closed eyes… So the ownership of the sword intent was obvious.’
Thinking this, An Lingran’s mind wavered.
She held her forehead and leaned back in her seat, repeatedly pondering what was really going on.
‘Could it be that Junior Disciple truly comprehended the Fine Snow Sword Manual in just seven days?’
‘This is too absurd…’
‘How did He Qiu manage this? Was he perhaps a peerless divine vein?’
‘And even if He Qiu had mastered the Fine Snow Sword Manual in seven days, what was he doing now?’
‘Why was he joining his palms and meditating with closed eyes? Was he trying to summon something?’
‘Could it be… a Sword Spirit?’
‘Had he even gone beyond the Fine Snow Sword Manual, drawing inferences and self-cultivating the secret art of the Thousand Snow Sword Heart!’
Her train of thought stopped.
An Lingran’s voice was already trembling.
She herself dared not continue imagining.
‘The reality before her was too surreal. An Lingran’s mind was completely in chaos. She suddenly realized that she actually didn’t understand Junior Disciple at all. In just seven days of getting along, she hadn’t even noticed that Junior Disciple was hiding such talent!’
‘How laughable…’
‘She had actually tried to humiliate He Qiu with a Seven-rank Sword Art, wanting to make Junior Disciple suffer and withdraw from the marriage engagement. But looking at it now?’
‘If He Qiu’s talent was truly so fearsome as to master the Fine Snow Sword Manual in seven days, then the positions of both sides would be completely reversed. It was never about An Lingran accepting Junior Disciple…’
‘This marriage engagement was clearly a matter of the peerless divine vein Junior Disciple condescending to marry An Lingran, a mere Saintess of the Longyin Sect!’
‘No wonder, no wonder Father was so eager to marry me off to Junior Disciple He Qiu back then… So that’s how it was. Was I always too self-righteous and delusional?’
With a thud, An Lingran weakly sat back down in her seat, her gaze distant.
For a moment, the dangerous sword intent enveloped the martial arts arena.
Everyone was suppressed to the point of being unable to speak, and some even found it hard to breathe.
And just then, He Qiu at the center of the arena finally opened his eyes…
“Sword, come!”
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