Chapter 14

Chen Ang's sword tip danced lightly, and with a slight touch under the jaw of the elderly martial artist from Zhengzhou's Six Harmonies Gate who had stepped forward to challenge him, he made the old man leave the stage with a look of shame. Chen Ang sheathed his sword and turned to face Ding Mian, pointing at him lightly and then slightly curling his index finger.

"Ding Mian, you came here with such a fierce attitude today, why are you standing still now?"

Ding Mian, seeing Chen Ang win one after another with ease, his face turned ashen. Seeing Chen Ang's provocation, he was so angry that the veins on his forehead bulged, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "What bravery! You are courting death, courting death!" He shouted "courting death" twice, and the sound of his grinding teeth was clearly audible.

"Heretic scoundrel, prepare to die!" Ding Mian drew his long sword, and with a slight push of his toes, his massive body soared like a large bird, leaping over the crowd in two bounds, displaying a superb lightness skill that did not match his slightly plump body.

He turned his wrist, and the sword light scattered like ten thousand pear blossoms, each petal falling gracefully, hiding deadly intent within its beauty. Even Chen Ang couldn't help but nod in admiration; the Shaolin Sect was indeed the best among the Five Mountains. Without mentioning other aspects, just by looking at Ding Mian's sword skills, they were no less than those of Master Ding Yi, and his internal strength was even greater. The talent of the Shaolin Sect was evident.

No wonder Zuo Lengshan had the ambition to merge the Five Mountains Sword Sects and challenge the Wudang and Shaolin Sects. It was indeed a step that had to be taken to maintain their supremacy, otherwise, the decline of the Shaolin Sect would be imminent, just like the Huashan Sect in the past.

As Ding Mian's sword skills unfolded, combined with his profound internal strength, the force he generated was like a strong wind from a high hill. Centering on the long sword in his hand, it shattered the surrounding air. The spectators standing several yards away felt their breathing become difficult and were unable to speak due to the force.

Chen Ang, facing Ding Mian's sword, felt his entire body's energy stagnate, and his posture relaxed involuntarily. He had no internal strength and could not resist this force, so he could only adjust his breathing to cope. Ding Mian, who had observed him for a long time, had already seen through his weakness in internal strength. This time, he was targeting this weakness, trying to win by force rather than skill.

Ding Mian, seeing his weakness, his long sword flashed, and with a few light turns in the air, it was like a bolt of lightning. However, the internal strength on the sword grew even more profound. Then, his figure darted forward, as if pulled by the sword light, leaping several yards to Chen Ang's front.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh! The sharp silver light drew an arc. Although it was not fast, the concentration of the sword light was far superior to others. Instead of the usual fast sword, it was slow and steady, with each move clearly visible. The force on the sword was so strong that even a slight distance away, one could be injured by the sword's aura.

The sword skills of the Five Mountains Sword Sects naturally emphasized lightness and flexibility. Since any blade is designed to injure with its edge, its killing power is naturally seven times greater than that of fists and feet. Whether a novice in the martial world or a bookish scholar, as long as the blade pierces the enemy's throat, it can end a life.

Being able to hit the enemy's vital points, the depth of internal strength is not as important as speed and flexibility. Therefore, light and quick, flexible and mysterious sword skills became the mainstream in the martial world. Hence, those who study sword skills always aim to injure the enemy with the blade's edge, valuing lightness and flexibility.

Ding Mian, observing clearly, saw that no one was faster than Chen Ang in light and flexible sword skills, and no one could escape Chen Ang's keen eyes in terms of flexibility. The mainstream sword skills in the martial world were naturally restrained by those with strong insight. On the contrary, it was Yue Buqun, who used a clumsy sword style with internal strength, who had the upper hand.

The slow sword style he used relied on direct injury, not on the changes in the sword skills, but on the internal strength to force the opponent. The Shaolin Sect's sword skills in Ding Mian's hands were even more solemn and majestic, with a power that was three times greater than when using fast strikes.

"Clang!"

The two long swords met in the air. Chen Ang's long sword trembled, hitting the same spot on Ding Mian's long sword three times in succession, but avoided the blade's edge, striking the three-inch critical point below the center of gravity of the long sword.

"What?"

Ding Mian's hand holding the sword trembled, almost losing his grip on the hilt, his face turning pale. "How is this possible?" He struck back with a palm, a powerful force surging in his left hand, his palm like a tower bearer.

The Tower-Bearer Palm, which Ding Mian was famous for.

The surging palm force burst forth with his strike, capable of shattering a large rock. If it hit Chen Ang, it would turn his internal organs into minced meat. But Ding Mian's face immediately turned grim as he saw a glint of cold light fly towards his eyes. Chen Ang's left hand flicked, and three points of cold light shot out to meet it.

Ding Mian had no choice but to leap back, his palm force spreading three yards in front of him, stopping the flying projectiles. He swung his right hand's long sword to deflect them. At this moment, Chen Ang held the sword with both hands, his shoulders slightly lowered, and the sword stabbed up from below at an angle.

This was not a Central Plains sword technique but a Persian assassin's technique, a two-handed sword style that defied the principles of Central Plains martial arts.

Swinging his sword to create a wall of sword light in front of him, Ding Mian's face showed a hint of joy as he poured his profound internal strength into the long sword, clashing with the incoming sword. With a "clang," Ding Mian's long sword was knocked out of his hand and broke into three pieces.

"Impossible!" Ding Mian's eyes showed disbelief as he saw the sword still coming towards him. In a moment of desperation, he channeled his internal strength into his left palm and struck the broken sword in front of him, sending several cold points of light towards Chen Ang's face.

Chen Ang's long sword flicked, deflecting them to the ground, while Ding Mian took the opportunity to retreat several steps.

"What kind of sorcery is this?" Seeing the brief flash of blue in Chen Ang's eyes, Ding Mian was inwardly terrified. A foot-long tear in his shirt revealed his pale skin.

"Brother, catch the sword!" Lu Bai flew up, handing Ding Mian a long sword and standing beside him, facing off against Chen Ang. Chen Ang smiled slightly, drew another long sword with his other hand, and thrust both swords forward, one after the other.

Two cold glints of light shot through the air, one using Shaolin Sect's sword style and the other using Hengshan Sect's sword style, perfectly coordinated, leaving Ding Mian and Lu Bai struggling to defend. They had to follow Chen Ang's sword, using several sets of Shaolin Sect's sword skills.

"Did this kid practice sword skills in his mother's womb? How can he use two different sword styles with both hands at the same time? How old is he?" Lu Bai's eyes showed shock.

On the other side, Yu Canghai was even more shocked than the two on the stage. He had fought Chen Ang the day before and only felt that Chen Ang's hidden weapons were formidable. He believed that with his full strength, he could still compete. But now, it seemed that Chen Ang could take his life in just a few moves, easily.

He thought that Chen Ang would not let this go, especially considering the grudge with Lin Pingzhi. A fierce look flashed in Yu Canghai's eyes as he glanced at Lin Pingzhi, thinking to himself, "If I can get the辟邪剑谱 (Evil-Dispelling Sword Manual), I won't have to fear that kid anymore!"

Quietly turning around, Yu Canghai slowly approached Lin Pingzhi, his eyes filled with madness.

Although Lin Pingzhi was captivated by Chen Ang's sword skills, he never let his guard down against his great enemy, Yu Canghai. He turned his head sharply and found that Yu Canghai was no longer in his original position, quickly looking around.

Seeing Lin Pingzhi's gaze, Yu Canghai's foot moved, and his cloak fluttered, transforming into a green shadow that flew over dozens of people. His right hand formed an iron claw, reaching out to grab Lin Pingzhi's face.

Lin Pingzhi was startled, unable to move in time, and was about to fall into Yu Canghai's hands.

Suddenly, a graceful figure beside him grabbed his collar and retreated several steps. At the same time, a cold glint flashed from her right hand, and a powerful crossbow bolt shot towards Yu Canghai's chest, wrapped and deflected by his cloak.

"Yu Canghai, you dare!" Qu Feiyan pulled Lin Pingzhi back and shouted, "Aren't you afraid of the person on the stage?" She nodded towards Chen Ang.

"He is now preoccupied with the Shaolin Sect's people and can't do anything to me," Yu Canghai sneered. "Once I get the Evil-Dispelling Sword Manual, I won't have to fear him."

"But you are terrified now!" Qu Feiyan pouted and laughed, seeing the guilty look in Yu Canghai's eyes. She smiled, "You are not only afraid of him now but will be terrified of him in the future. Even if you practice the Evil-Dispelling Sword Manual, you will still be afraid, because he is too young! Young enough that you won't know when he will no longer care about the Evil-Dispelling Sword Manual!"

Yu Canghai's face turned ashen. He was indeed afraid of Chen Ang, not only because of his youth and boundless potential but also because of his astonishing talent in martial arts. Yu Canghai even doubted whether, even with the Evil-Dispelling Sword Manual, he would be able to resist Chen Ang in a single confrontation. But he was already in a desperate situation, like a gambler who had lost everything, willing to believe in a false hope.

Not to mention, the Evil-Dispelling Sword Manual was not a false hope.

"I have been here for so long, and he hasn't even glanced at you. Clearly, you are not important to him. In the future, when I am far away, how much time will he have to come after me?" Yu Canghai sneered.

Qu Feiyan glanced at him, and suddenly a bright cylinder appeared in her hand. She pointed it at Yu Canghai, saying, "Perhaps he is not unconcerned, but he is well-prepared! Yu Canghai, if you don't want to taste the power of my heart-piercing needle, it's best not to come over!"

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