Chapter 9

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

Luo Yi's movements were very confined, almost within a single step. He was using these small, high-frequency movements 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 brushing against the Blood-Eyed Wolf's attacks. This footwork was highly efficient but also very dangerous; a single mistake could result in severe injury.

Just as Lin Xuan thought this, there was a tearing sound, and a gash appeared on Luo Yi's clothes, leaving three bloody marks on his chest.

"Hmph! Great Waves Surge!"

Luo Yi coldly snorted, and his sword technique suddenly changed, like a surging river, relentless and powerful.

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

A howl echoed as the Blood-Eyed Wolf seemed to sense the danger, its fur standing on end, and it leaped to the side.

Bang!

Unfortunately, the Blood-Eyed Wolf's speed was still 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 group cheered.

"I think his footwork is even better," someone else 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, and let's move on to 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 highly advanced level of footwork combined with precise calculations, which led to that impressive display.

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

"First, find the Yin Xing Grass." He hadn't forgotten his purpose for coming out, so he organized his backpack and set off again.

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

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

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

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

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

Lin Xuan frowned and looked up to see 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's eyebrows raised, and he slowly exhaled.

"There's still one left; you can go and pick it," Lin Xuan said solemnly.

"One?" the youth sneered, "I want all of them! How dare you snatch a task from the Divine Might Group? Are you tired of living?"

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

"Huh, 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 you know the power of this young master." 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 intention of underestimating Lin Xuan.

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

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

His hands were steady and calm, not at all like those of a young person. No young person'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 reach this level.

He raised his hand and drew his sword.

Lin Xuan used basic sword techniques, simple and practical, with no unnecessary flair.

"Ha ha, you're killing me!" the square-faced disciple laughed, "Using basic sword techniques? You dare to challenge the Divine Might Group with no skills? Do you want to die?"

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

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

The square-faced disciple swung his sword twice in quick succession. One sword was like a dazzling rainbow, and the other was elusive and unpredictable. The hidden second sword was the true killing move.

The square-faced disciple smiled, as if he could already see Lin Xuan falling helplessly to the ground, begging for mercy.

However, the situation suddenly changed.

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

"What? This can't be!" The square-faced disciple's eyes widened. Those two strikes were the essence of the Cloud Water Sword Technique, one obvious to draw the enemy's attention, the other hidden to strike unexpectedly.

But Lin Xuan seemed to know in advance and easily countered both strikes.

"Good luck!" The square-faced disciple couldn't understand and attributed it to luck.

"I'll see how long your luck lasts!" His face twisted in anger, and he swung his sword with increasing ferocity, 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 and foot techniques separately and had never used them in combat. Now was a good opportunity to try them out.

Unconsciously, Lin Xuan thought of Luo Yi's footwork from a while 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, but when he noticed that Lin Xuan's attack frequency had decreased and his footwork was often incorrect, a sinister smile spread across his face.

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

Lin Xuan sighed. He had just found a bit of a feel for it, but now the square-faced disciple was using a powerful move. Reluctantly, he had to give up practicing.

He swung his sword, creating a sword beam that struck the square-faced youth's wrist like a bolt of 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.

"What, what do you want to do?" The square-faced youth was panicked, "I warn you, I'm a member of the Divine Might Group, don't do anything rash!"

Lin Xuan ignored him, turned around, plucked the remaining Yin Xing Grass, placed it in the box, and was about to leave.

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

With a loud bang, the 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 with a twisted face.