To be honest, Luo Xing had come purely to grind skill experience, but Feng Jun’s behavior just now had changed his mind and sparked a new idea…
“Senior Brother Luo…”
Yun Yong’s face showed reluctance, desperately wanting Luo Xing to change his mind.
“This… maybe you should…”
He knew Feng Jun’s temper well, afraid that Luo Xing might offend this personal disciple, or worse…
injure this personal disciple…
If that happened, the Supreme Elder would be enraged, and the sect’s punishment could very well lead to expulsion from the Xuantian Sect.
However, Luo Xing clearly had no intention of accepting his suggestion. He leaped into the air and landed on the Martial Arts Platform, standing opposite Feng Jun.
“You… are skilled with the blade?”
Luo Xing glanced at the long saber sheathed behind him and asked.
“Yes.”
Feng Jun spoke coldly, sparing no words and offering no explanation.
Luo Xing nodded slightly, then looked down at Feng Zhi below the platform.
“Junior Brother Feng, bring me a blade.”
At that, both Feng Zhi and Yun Yong wore surprised expressions.
A blade?
Aren’t you a sword cultivator?
Luo Xing was indeed a sword cultivator, but a sudden flash of inspiration had hit him, and he had the whim to conduct an experiment.
Could the skill [Catch Sword], that “100% bare-handed blade-catching” ability, be triggered with other weapons?
And was the skill [Blade Technique] limited only to chopping vegetables?
Though Luo Xing’s request was bizarre, Feng Zhi still had someone fetch the best blade from the inner sect’s armory.
Luo Xing snatched the long saber from midair, weighing it in his hand for a moment.
Mm, not bad, usable.
The cultivation world was filled with countless cultivators, and naturally, their weapons were not limited to one type.
Some used swords, others used sabers, axes, staffs, spears…
But other than sword cultivators, no one called themselves saber cultivators, spear cultivators, or staff cultivators. Why was that?
The main reason was that too many cultivators used swords.
For every ten weapon users, nine used swords.
With such a large base, the school of sword cultivators had solidified its unshakable status.
The second reason…
should be that it sounded nice.
Anyway, saber cultivator or spear cultivator just didn’t roll off the tongue as smoothly as sword cultivator.
“Senior Brother Luo.”
Seeing Luo Xing had taken up his blade, Feng Jun gripped his long saber with one hand, pointing the tip downward at Luo Xing.
“Please.”
“Mm.”
Luo Xing nodded slightly, then flipped his wrist to twirl an elegant blade arc.
“You go first…”
Boom!
Before his words had even faded, Feng Jun stomped the bluestone platform, shattering it, charging at Luo Xing like a beast that had been waiting to pounce.
Luo Xing: “…”
…No martial virtue? A sneak attack?
The heavy long saber tore through the air with a piercing screech, like a black streak of lightning, aiming straight for Luo Xing’s throat.
No technique, no flourish.
Only the most extreme speed and power…
Luo Xing: “…”
A bit slow…
He didn’t know if it was because he had been bullied by Ye Li’s “Sword Qi Avatar,” but Feng Jun’s fierce movements and extreme speed appeared to him as if slowed down to 1.5x speed…
Feng Jun’s blade slashed through the air mercilessly and violently.
But it only cut through the air…
Luo Xing merely sidestepped slightly, dodging the blade at an extremely tricky and near-impossible angle.
Then he took a step forward, twisted his waist, channeled power from the ground, and swung the blade in a full moon arc from behind him, slashing down at Feng Jun’s head!
Of course, he wasn’t trying to kill him.
Not to mention Feng Zhi, a Golden Core Stage cultivator—the inner sect deacons and elders were probably also hiding somewhere watching the fight.
After all, a personal disciple’s status was second only to the sect’s elders.
In other words, Luo Xing was their “colleague.”
Unless necessary, they would not show themselves.
Clang!
The harsh clash of metal echoed throughout the entire inner sect training ground.
A surging shockwave spread outward from the two of them.
At that moment, all inner sect disciples’ eyes were drawn to the battle between Luo Xing and Feng Jun.
“Look! That’s Feng Jun! He’s fighting Senior Brother Luo!”
“Feng Jun? The hot-tempered guy who starts fights at the drop of a hat?”
“What use is talent? He’s still an inner sect disciple. Senior Brother Luo is a personal disciple…”
“But doesn’t Senior Brother Luo only have a Medium Spiritual Root?”
The area around the Martial Arts Platform quickly filled with people.
They all dropped what they were doing and ran to watch the excitement.
On the Martial Arts Platform.
Feng Jun was half-kneeling on the ground, holding his blade horizontally across his shoulder, barely managing to block Luo Xing’s strike.
The spiritual energy from both of them clashed and surged, the resulting air currents causing their robes to flutter.
Luo Xing said nothing, only nodding slightly.
It was unclear whether he was imitating Feng Jun’s coldness or Ye Li’s aloofness…
“Senior Brother Luo…”
Feng Jun gritted his teeth and let out a low laugh.
“Excellent blade technique!”
Seeing that Feng Jun had not dropped his weapon and caught his blade barehanded, Luo Xing speculated that the [Catch Sword] skill might not be triggerable with a blade…
He would try using a sword later with that Yun Yong.
“Hah!”
Feng Jun let out a low shout, deflecting Luo Xing’s blade.
Then he quickly twisted his waist, using his body to drive the long saber, and slashed horizontally at Luo Xing.
Luo Xing took a small step back, dodging Feng Jun’s blade by a hair.
But Feng Jun did not stop.
He advanced, pressing forward, and swung his blade upward in a rising cut.
The lightning-fast blade technique gradually took shape, its momentum like a galloping wild horse, carrying an unmatched killing aura toward Luo Xing.
“Gale Eight Blades.”
A Profound Rank spiritual technique, and the highest rank Feng Jun had learned so far.
Luo Xing’s expression remained unchanged. He simply retreated quickly, letting Feng Jun’s blade tip graze past him every time.
So close!
Why was it always so close?!
Seeing this, Feng Jun’s eyes nearly split open, and he roared inwardly.
Why was it always a hair’s breadth away?!
Meanwhile, Luo Xing had already begun his second test…
[Blade Technique]…
Luo Xing held his breath and focused, carefully observing Feng Jun’s blade technique.
Tsk…
This blade technique was even messier than chopping dumpling filling…
He had never learned any blade-type spiritual techniques, and his sword techniques were not applicable.
So he could only infuse his blade with spiritual energy and, based on some basic swordsmanship, think about how to counterattack…
Gradually, he felt a peculiar state of mind.
It was as if the Feng Jun in front of him was not a person, but a maddened wild bull…
Blade Technique One—Bone Removal!
Although Feng Jun’s blade technique was messier than chopping dumpling filling, Luo Xing could precisely see a gap in that chaotic wind.
It was like…
when he removed beef from a bone, he could find the exact gap in the joint…
Then, Luo Xing gave a slight flick of his wrist and took half a step forward.
His long saber, in a “thrusting” manner, slipped into that chaotic wind.
No resistance at all.
That saber almost seemed to glide into Feng Jun’s blade wind with an incredibly bizarre movement and angle.
Feng Jun saw the tip of the blade just inches from his eye and quickly leaped backward to avoid it.
However, Luo Xing’s target was not him.
He twisted his wrist again, pressing the side of his blade against Feng Jun’s long saber—
Blade Technique Two—Slicing Meat!
The two blades clashed, but not in the usual violent chopping.
Instead, they pressed tightly together, side to side, locked together.
Luo Xing channeled spiritual energy into the blade.
Then he followed the flow of Feng Jun’s blade technique, relentlessly pursuing that chaotic wind with a deft, subtle force.
The technique…
was exactly the same as when he thinly sliced beef…
On the other side, Feng Jun was shaken to his core.
Because he could already feel that Luo Xing’s blade seemed to be stuck to his own.
No matter how he tried to pull his blade away, he couldn’t shake it off.
Even worse, he felt his long saber was about to slip from his hand…
What the?!
Aren’t you a sword cultivator?!
How are you better at using a blade than me?!