Chapter 99

Huang Yunhui slowly revealed a trace of fear.

Strange, too strange!

How could Yang Yu's soft and gentle sword technique have such an incredible power? Could this guy be a reincarnation of a sword god?

"I told you, you are far from matching me in sword skills. Now, are you planning to take my surname? But I don't want a disloyal son like you," Yang Yu sneered. With ample confidence, Huang Yunhui must die here today.

Hearing these words, Huang Yunhui was furious. When could an ant speak like this? It was lawless and disrespectful. He must kill this ant, he must!

Huang Yunhui was clearly overwhelmed by anger. He wanted Yang Yu to die, and there was no better time for it. He wanted someone to die even more.

Huang Yunhui pushed the Swift Wind Sword to its limits, but Yang Yu was not afraid at all. Although his cultivation was inferior to Huang Yunhui's, with the Tai Chi Sword Technique, he was confident of victory. At this moment, Yang Yu's confidence was sky-high. He felt that even if he met someone like Liu Yijun, he would not lose.

In the end, the Tai Chi Sword Technique was just too powerful.

Huang Yunhui circled around Yang Yu, one move after another, but Yang Yu always managed to counter them. Gradually, Huang Yunhui was struggling to keep up. Continuous nine strikes per second were not something he, who had just mastered the Swift Wind Sword, could handle.

"Miss, why doesn't Yang Yu immediately kill Huang Yunhui? Look, Huang Yunhui is full of flaws now, he's just a brainless person," Xiao Rong was puzzled.

"He is practicing his sword technique. It seems that his sword technique is only at the beginner level," Gong Sun Yunshang thought for a moment and said.

Indeed, that was the case.

Yang Yu was trying to advance his Tai Chi Sword Technique to the minor accomplishment level. At that point, even a Xuan-level martial artist would not scare him. However, the gap between the beginner and minor accomplishment levels was too large. After such a long time of practicing, he had made no progress at all.

Without Gong Sun Jianwu, everything immediately turned dark. Although he occasionally glanced at the images in his mind, he could no longer feel that sensation.

"Damn it, Huang Yunhui hasn't fulfilled his duty as a practice opponent at all. What's the point of having him?" Yang Yu was a bit angry. Seeing Huang Yunhui, who was already red-eyed with rage, he casually flicked his sword, sending Huang Yunhui's silver sword flying.

"You..." Huang Yunhui regained some clarity.

"Hmph, you don't know when to die." Yang Yu smiled coldly, and with a turn of the Gentleman Sword, he severed Huang Yunhui's hand tendons.

The intense pain made Huang Yunhui's heart cold, and a sense of fear spread. He felt the fear of facing death. Always high and mighty in the Heavenly Dragon Sect, he was now just a slightly stronger ant.

"I am the disciple of the Heavenly Dragon Sect's Sect Master, you can't kill me," Huang Yunhui said in a hoarse voice. It was hard to believe that such a shameful statement came from his mouth.

Yang Yu said nothing, but his sword moved.

"You said you would kill me with three strikes, so you must also fully receive my three strikes."

"First strike!"

This strike was incredibly slow, but just as Huang Yunhui was about to dodge, he found his body moving involuntarily towards the sword.

"Chi chi!"

Yang Yu's sword left a deep wound on Huang Yunhui's chest, the flesh torn and bleeding. Huang Yunhui's face contorted in pain. Today was supposed to be his great day, as he had finally mastered the Swift Wind Sword after three years of hard practice. But what was the result? The Swift Wind Sword was no match for others.

"Unfair, this is unfair." Huang Yunhui roared. Why did heaven treat him like this? It was too cruel.

"Second strike." Yang Yu said mechanically.

"Chi!"

A strike cut through Huang Yunhui's ribs, and blood stained his clothes.

"You will die a miserable death, I curse you to hell, and the people of the Heavenly Dragon Sect will tear you to pieces." Huang Yunhui let out his final cry.

"Third strike!"

Yang Yu's figure moved, and he was already behind Huang Yunhui. The blood on the Gentleman Sword dripped rapidly, and Yang Yu turned his head just as Huang Yunhui's head fell, his eyes wide open in death, a look of sorrow.

"You wanted to kill me, but you ended up dying first. Why so many complaints?" Yang Yu despised Huang Yunhui.

Searching Huang Yunhui's body, he found nothing. Yang Yu turned to leave, but he stopped after just two steps.

"Yang Yu, it was my mistake, your sword technique is very powerful." Gong Sun Yunshang and Xiao Rong walked over from the side.

Yang Yu's eyes changed slightly: "So what if it's powerful? Does Miss Gong Sun want to see it?"

Yang Yu was cautious about Gong Sun Yunshang's sudden appearance. This woman chose this moment to appear, which must have some ulterior motive or ill intent.

"See it, of course I want to see it. I think we should exchange techniques," Gong Sun Yunshang did not hide her intentions.

"Hmph, exchange, you just want my sword technique, don't you?" Yang Yu despised Gong Sun Yunshang. This woman spoke grandly, wanting to be both a prostitute and a lady. There's no such thing as a free lunch. If you want to learn my sword technique, you have to pay the price.

"How can you speak to my Miss like that? Miss Tang Wei and my Miss are like sisters. Be careful, Miss Tang Wei will punish you," Xiao Rong couldn't hold back.

"Tang Wei?" Yang Yu was slightly taken aback, "Who is she? I don't know her."

Xiao Rong and Gong Sun Yunshang were immediately speechless.

"You... you bastard!" Xiao Rong cursed, "Don't think I don't know. Your invitation was from Miss Tang Wei. You took her invitation and still speak to my Miss like this."

"Hmph, just because you say I took it, does that mean I did? I could have found it on the road," Yang Yu said casually.

Yang Yu was not grateful to Tang Wei for getting the invitation from her. This woman had tricked him again, making him, a Huang-level martial artist, sit in the front row, where he could easily die without knowing how.

Moreover.

The Tang Sect, where Tang Wei was from, had used him to eliminate the Zheng family and smoothly obtained the Qing Ling Group. Now, with the Heavenly Dragon Sect coming, the Tang Sect would not protect him. This invitation was not enough as compensation.

Yang Yu knew the inside story and was very clear about it, but he lacked the strength, so he pretended to know nothing. If he were in a different position and had overwhelming power, he would make the Tang Sect pay, starting with Tang Wei's body.

"Yang Yu, are you not afraid I will kill you?" Gong Sun Yunshang's expression changed slightly.

"Threatening me?" Yang Yu laughed, "You can try. Although you are a Xuan-level martial artist, it's not that easy to kill me."

"Hmph, I'll try anyway." Gong Sun Yunshang suddenly smiled.

Xiao Rong's expression changed. Was Miss really going to do this? From what she knew, Miss was not a martial artist who killed casually, especially not Yang Yu, who had greatly helped her sword dance. Was Miss confused?

Just as she was about to remind Gong Sun Yunshang of Yang Yu's importance, Gong Sun Yunshang pushed Xiao Rong aside and gestured for her to stay back.

"Miss..."

"Relax." Gong Sun Yunshang said two words, then looked at Yang Yu, having made up her mind. She naturally wouldn't kill Yang Yu, but to understand his mysterious sword technique, she needed to make him fear and submit.

"Is this woman really going to kill me?" Yang Yu's sword trembled slightly. This was not a good situation. Whether to fight or not, a life-or-death battle with Gong Sun Yunshang would bring no benefits. He was starting to doubt whether he should show some weakness.

Just as he was about to say something, Yang Yu saw the contemptuous look in Gong Sun Yunshang's eyes and immediately became angry. Did this woman not take him seriously at all? If so, then a battle was inevitable.