Chapter 9

Luo Yi kept dodging, avoiding the Blood-Eyed Wolf's sharp claws one by one.

It was clear that Luo Yi's range of movement was very small, almost within a single step. He used this small-range, high-frequency movement to quickly evade the Blood-Eyed Wolf's attacks.

"Such precise control!" Lin Xuan marveled inwardly. So far, Luo Yi had not made a single mistake, almost sticking to the Blood-Eyed Wolf's attacks. This footwork was very efficient, but also very dangerous. One mistake could result in serious injury.

Just as Lin Xuan thought this, a tearing sound was heard, and a tear appeared in Luo Yi's clothes, immediately followed by three bloody scratches on his chest.

"Hmph! Great Waves Surge!"

Luo Yi let out a cold snort, and his sword technique suddenly changed, like a surging river, unstoppable.

The three-foot-long sword was enveloped in sea-blue spiritual energy. Each swing of the sword was like a wave. Luo Yi swung his sword three times in quick succession, and the blue spiritual energy stirred in the air, the violent force sweeping away.

A howl!

The Blood-Eyed Wolf seemed to sense the danger, its fur standing on end, and it pounced to the side.

Bang!

Unfortunately, the Blood-Eyed Wolf's speed was still a step too slow, and it was split in two by the sharp sword, blood splattering everywhere.

"Brother Luo Yi's sword technique is amazing!" someone in the team cheered.

"I think his footwork is even better," someone said enviously, "Brother Yi, your footwork just now was so cool!"

Luo Yi looked at the members of the combat team behind him and said, "Alright, tidy up the wolf's body, let's go complete the next task."

Lin Xuan crouched in the grass, still recalling that footwork in his mind.

It wasn't any special martial technique, but rather a footwork technique practiced to an extremely high level, combined with precise calculation, which led to that scene.

"Such subtlety, I like it!" Lin Xuan was very excited and decided to work hard in this direction.

"First, find the Yin Xing Grass." He didn't forget the purpose of his outing, packed his backpack, and set off again.

Finally, in a mountain stream, Lin Xuan found three Yin Xing Grass plants.

Lin Xuan was overjoyed and immediately took out a wooden box from his backpack, picked one of the Yin Xing Grass plants, and placed it in the box.

"Hey, it's Yin Xing Grass!" someone suddenly exclaimed behind him.

Lin Xuan's heart sank. He picked another one and placed it in the box, then put the box away. He left one outside, as two plants were enough for him.

"Boy, put down the Yin Xing Grass in your box!" the person shouted.

Lin Xuan frowned and looked up, seeing a square-faced youth in a white robe with a crescent moon embroidered on the sleeve.

"A member of the Divine Might Group." Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow and slowly exhaled.

"There's still one left, you can go pick it," Lin Xuan said in a deep voice.

"One?" the youth sneered, "I want all of them! You dare to snatch a Divine Might Group task, are you tired of living?"

"Indeed, even more tyrannical than I imagined." Lin Xuan gripped his sword and said coldly, "Move aside quickly, I don't have time for you!"

"Ha, you want to fight?" the disciple's demeanor was arrogant, "You dare to attack a member of the Divine Might Group!"

"Come on, come on! Let me show you how tough I am." The square-faced disciple drew his sword and lunged forward.

"Cloud Water Sword Technique!"

Although the square-faced disciple was arrogant, his movements were not sloppy. He immediately used a fierce sword technique, showing no sign of underestimating Lin Xuan.

This sword technique was as elusive as clouds and as continuous as flowing water, giving a very soft feeling, like a lover's hand brushing by, making one indulge.

Lin Xuan was on guard. Indeed, disciples who could join the Divine Might Group had some skills.

His hands were not the least bit flustered, very steady, as if they were not those of a young man, for no young man's hands could be so steady.

Lin Xuan knew that this was thanks to his three years of consistent practice of a single sword technique, the Heavenly Flying Star. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to fight to this level.

Raising his hand, he drew his sword.

Lin Xuan used the basic sword technique, without any unnecessary flair, very simple and practical.

"Ha ha, you're killing me!" the square-faced disciple laughed, "Using the basic sword technique, you have no skills and dare to challenge the Divine Might Group, do you want to die?"

The Xuanjian Sect had strict rules, and no deaths were allowed within the sect. However, outside the Xuanjian Sect, in these mountains, no one could or would manage it.

"Cloud Water Thirteen Swords, Cloud Light, Water Clear!"

The square-faced disciple swung his sword twice in quick succession. One sword was like a brilliant rainbow, and the other was elusive and unpredictable. An ordinary person would not notice it, but this hidden second sword was the real killing move.

The square-faced disciple's face was smiling, as if he could already see Lin Xuan helplessly falling to the ground, begging for mercy.

However, the next moment, the situation changed suddenly.

Lin Xuan's black iron sword was like a black venomous dragon, quickly stabbing twice. The angles of these two strikes were very precise, perfectly neutralizing the square-faced disciple's attack.

"What? This can't be!" The square-faced disciple's eyelids twitched. Those two strikes were the essence of the Cloud Water Sword Technique, one in the open to draw the enemy's attention, and the other in the dark to strike unexpectedly.

But Lin Xuan seemed to know in advance, easily breaking through the two strikes.

"Damn luck!" The square-faced disciple couldn't understand, so he attributed it to luck.

"I'll see how long your luck lasts!" His face was fierce, and he swung his sword, cutting and smashing the surrounding rocks and plants.

Lin Xuan was not in a hurry. The square-faced disciple's strength was on par with his, and his sword technique was decent, making him a good sparring partner. Lin Xuan had only practiced his basic sword technique and basic footwork separately and had never used them in combat. Now was a good time to try them out.

Unconsciously, Lin Xuan thought of Luo Yi's footwork from not long ago, agile, fast, efficient, and exciting.

"Let's try it." Lin Xuan suddenly moved in close, preparing to practice that footwork.

This action startled the square-faced disciple. However, when he noticed that Lin Xuan's attack frequency had decreased and his footwork was often wrong, his face was full of a fierce smile.

"Out of energy, right? Your luck is gone! Die!" The sword tip glowed with a silver light, and a powerful force surged out.

Lin Xuan sighed. He had just found a bit of a feel, but the square-faced disciple was about to use a big move to fight to the death. Reluctantly, he had to give up his practice.

He swung his sword, creating a sword glow that stabbed the square-faced youth's wrist like lightning.

A cold light flashed, and a half-foot-long cut appeared on the square-faced youth's wrist, blood gushing out.

The sword clattered to the ground, and the square-faced youth clutched his wrist, looking at Lin Xuan in terror.

"You, what do you want to do?" The square-faced youth was panicked, "I warn you, I am a member of the Divine Might Group, don't mess with me!"

Lin Xuan ignored him, turned around, and picked the remaining Yin Xing Grass, placing it in the box and preparing to leave.

Unexpectedly, the square-faced disciple quickly got up from the ground, quickly retreated, and when he reached a safe distance, he shot a small golden arrow into the sky.

With a bang, the small arrow exploded in the air, forming a small golden sun, very eye-catching.

"Boy, daring to bully a member of the Divine Might Group, you're dead!" the square-faced disciple shouted fiercely.