Feng Jun’s rhythm was completely thrown off by Luo Xing.
The “Gale Eight Blades” seemed to have no room to be executed.
He felt like a fish placed on a chopping board, with Luo Xing holding a cleaver, slicing off his flesh piece by piece along the grain of his body…
Feng Jun didn’t understand why he had this feeling either.
But the current situation…
Was exactly that.
Humans were the chopping board, and I was the fish…
Luo Xing saw that the time was about right, so he exerted force again.
He flipped the blade, pressed it firmly against Feng Jun’s knife, and pushed downward with the back of his own knife!
Knife Technique Three—Tendon Severing!
As everyone knew, tendons were easy to get stuck between teeth.
Therefore, most cooks would choose to remove or sever the tendons when handling meat.
But Luo Xing felt that although tendons got stuck in teeth, they also provided a unique texture.
So most of the time, he would lightly cut the tendons into a state that was almost severed but not quite.
Just like now…
Bang!
Nearly half of Feng Jun’s blade was buried in the Martial Arts Platform.
Before he could pull his knife out, the cold sensation on his neck made him freeze in place…
“Junior Brother Feng…”
Luo Xing held his knife with one hand, the blade pressed tightly against Feng Jun’s neck, his tone indifferent and ruthless.
“You have bested me.”
Seeing the surprise in Feng Jun’s eyes, Luo Xing could not help but feel a secret thrill.
‘No wonder Ye Li liked to act so aloof and cold on a daily basis…’
‘So this is how it feels!’
‘Awesome!’
But the next moment, Luo Xing suddenly felt something was off.
According to common sense, the audience should be in an uproar at this time, or shouting in shock—
“He actually defeated Feng Jun?!”
But the reaction from the crowd below…
Seemed too calm?
Luo Xing had apparently forgotten.
He was the personal disciple of Supreme Elder Ye Li.
A personal disciple defeating an inner disciple…
Wasn’t that a normal thing?
Furthermore, with his identity as a personal disciple, even if Feng Jun had deliberately thrown the match, no one would find it strange.
Otherwise, what qualified him to be a personal disciple?
Feng Jun stared at Luo Xing for a long time, then slowly withdrew his long knife, his tone complex as he asked:
“Lo… Luo Senior Brother, aren’t you a sword cultivator? Why are you also so skilled with the blade?”
His earlier lack of respect for Luo Xing was because he felt that Luo Xing only had a Medium Spiritual Root and was not qualified to become a personal disciple.
Coupled with his lack of understanding of Ye Li, he subconsciously thought that Luo Xing had used some underhanded means to become a personal disciple.
And now…
Luo Xing had shattered his assumption with strength.
A sword cultivator had not only defeated him with a blade,
but had also won without using any spiritual techniques or spells, relying solely on pure knife techniques and spiritual power enhancement…
“Sword techniques, knife techniques—they are all the same.”
Luo Xing’s face still showed no expression, his tone as calm as water.
“A heavy sword can be used as a knife, and a thin knife can be used as a sword.”
“What truly matters is the person holding it.”
Watching Feng Jun’s thoughtful yet puzzled expression, Luo Xing understood—
The other party hadn’t understood.
Because…
In truth, he himself hadn’t understood either.
He had just wanted to show off a bit…
“Yun Junior Brother.”
To avoid Feng Jun continuing to ask questions and ruining his aloof image, Luo Xing threw the long knife back to Feng Zhi, then took out a dark green longsword from his Storage Ring.
“Come, spar with me.”
Showing off was one thing.
He hadn’t forgotten the purpose of coming here today.
To gain experience, and incidentally test a skill.
Yun Yong seemed somewhat eager as well.
Before Feng Jun could even step down from the Martial Arts Platform, he leaped up, holding his sword in salute.
“Yes! Luo Senior Brother, please give me your guidance!”
Luo Xing nodded slightly, pointing his sword tip downward, and spoke calmly:
“Please.”
At noon.
Luo Xing returned to Duan Tian Peak.
After today’s testing, he had confirmed—
The [Catch Sword] skill could currently only take effect on cultivators weaker than himself.
And it still had a strict condition:
The other party must strike first and possess the intent to attack.
As for ordinary mortals…
There was no such restriction.
Basically, as long as they were within his line of sight, they would have to kneel and receive the blade.
“It seems I still need to level up,”
Luo Xing murmured to himself.
“After leveling up, perhaps some restrictions can be lifted.”
Upon returning to Duan Tian Peak, Luo Xing brewed a pot of tea as usual and brought it into Ye Li’s room.
On the bed.
That icy beauty was lying on her side, flipping through an ancient book.
When she saw Luo Xing enter, her clear, cold eyes swept over him indifferently.
“You’re back?”
“Did you go to the inner sect?”
Luo Xing: “…”
What? How did you figure that out?
“Yes.”
It wasn’t anything shameful, so Luo Xing admitted it frankly.
“I’ve recently made some small progress in my cultivation, so I thought of going to the inner sect to spar with the junior brothers and sisters.”
Ye Li put down the ancient book, fetched a teacup from a distance, and took a light sip.
“That move of yours…”
“The sword technique that makes people kneel and receive the blade—where did you learn it?”
Although he had known this day would come eventually, facing Ye Li’s direct question, Luo Xing still couldn’t help feeling nervous.
After all…
This was his greatest reliance.
“Can’t answer?”
Ye Li raised a delicate eyebrow.
“The sword techniques I gave you, your master, do not include this move, and moreover…”
She had never taught a similar sword technique.
Could it be…
Luo Xing had learned it from someone else?
As if sensing the atmosphere around him turning cold, Luo Xing quickly spoke:
“It’s from Master!”
“Disciple comprehended it by relying on Master’s ‘Tyrant Sword’ sword intent!”
Haha!
Fortunately, he had prepared in advance.
Knowing you would ask sooner or later, he had thought of an excuse beforehand.
However…
Hearing Luo Xing’s words, Ye Li’s expression suddenly changed.
A hint of scrutiny instantly appeared in her eyes.
“What do you mean?!”
Tyrant Sword?
Could it be that…
His Sword Heart was also “Tyrant Sword”?!
This was not good news.
Although Luo Xing was Ye Li’s personal disciple, it did not mean he had to inherit everything from Ye Li.
Especially—
“Tyrant Sword.”
A tyrant is the only one.
As the saying goes, heaven and earth do not intersect, and kings do not meet kings.
Ye Li’s “Tyrant Sword” Sword Heart destined her to be the only “Tyrant Sword” in this world.
If Luo Xing’s Sword Heart was also “Tyrant Sword”…
Then there would be only one outcome—
Either Luo Xing kills her,
Or…
Ye Li destroys him.
“It’s… uh…”
Sensing that the atmosphere was wrong, Luo Xing quickly explained:
“It’s been a while since I’ve been sparring with Master’s Sword Qi Avatar.”
“Then during the sparring, the disciple comprehended a bit of the ‘Tyrant Sword’ sword intent, and thus realized this sword technique!”
Ye Li stared at Luo Xing with a scrutinizing gaze.
“Then tell me, what exactly did you comprehend?”
Luo Xing immediately started rambling.
He said that his sword technique was based on the sword intent of the “Tyrant Sword,”
making enemies involuntarily kneel.
And “Catch Sword” symbolized a form of “mercy,”
similar to a tyrant’s forgiveness—
As long as they submitted, he would not harm their life.
“However…”
Luo Xing added,
“This technique hasn’t been perfected yet.”
“So it only works on cultivators below the Qi Refining Realm or ordinary mortals; it’s basically useless against those of the same level.”
That was the truth!
He had just tried it on Yun Yong.
The [Catch Sword] skill could not be triggered at all.
After listening to Luo Xing’s explanation, Ye Li observed him carefully again.
Finally, her emotions gradually calmed down.
“Hmm, it seems you do have talent.”
“Being able to comprehend your own sword technique.”
Luo Xing hadn’t lied.
At least…
Ye Li did not sense any aura related to the “Tyrant Sword” Sword Heart from him.
Ye Li speculated.
It must be because of that sword.
That sword was forged by a friend of hers who was a weaponsmith.
And within it, she had infused some of her “Tyrant Sword” sword qi.
Originally intended to save Luo Xing’s life in a crisis.
If that was the case…
Then everything made sense.