Chapter 47 of 100

Chapter 47

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Chapter 46: A Slap in Anger

Noticing the fierce look in Feng Qingyang's eyes, Song Qingshu knew things were not good, but he wasn't particularly afraid. Instead, he felt a bit eager to try.

With a sweep of his left hand, he thrust his right palm forward, striking Feng Qingyang with the "Repentant Dragon" move from the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.

Seeing that Song Qingshu was far away, and considering his previous unpredictable and varied moves, Feng Qingyang decided to remain unchanged to deal with any changes, secretly condensing his innate sword qi on his fingers.

Song Qingshu didn't wait for his move to age; he drew a circle with his left hand again and struck with his right palm, delivering another identical "Repentant Dragon."

The force of the two palms combined, surging like a raging tide, unstoppable, like an invisible wall of energy striking Feng Qingyang.

Feng Qingyang felt his breathing become labored and quickly formed a sword seal, countering with the "Qi-Breaking Style."

Song Qingshu used the momentum to leap into the air, using the "Dragon in the Sky" move from the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms to drive out a third "Repentant Dragon." The three palm forces combined, creating an overwhelmingly powerful surge towards Feng Qingyang.

Feng Qingyang's expression finally changed. He had underestimated Song Qingshu's strength. His innate sword qi from his right hand could easily break through the first two palm forces, but he didn't expect Song Qingshu to deliver a third palm in the blink of an eye. The force of the three palms combined increased exponentially, and just as Feng Qingyang broke through the first two, his innate sword qi was shattered by Song Qingshu's third palm. With no choice, he had to dodge several feet away.

Feng Qingyang's face was somewhat embarrassed. After all, this was the first time in many years that he had been forced to defend himself with his sword, and his opponent was a young man in his early twenties. "Three Waves of the Dragon Subduing! Are you Qidan Xiao Feng?"

"If Great King Xiao were here, you might not be so at ease, Old Feng." Song Qingshu gave a negative answer, inwardly feeling lucky. Knowing the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms and the principles of Xiao Feng's most skilled moves, he managed to pull it off with some effort. However, there was still a significant gap in power and the timing of the qi release compared to Xiao Feng, so he needed to use "Dragon in the Sky" to complete the final palm.

"Then who are you? You possess the orthodox skills of Emei and Wudang, and you can use the evil Nine Yin Bone Claw, as well as the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms of the Beggar Sect. Your mastery of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms is probably only surpassed by Xiao Feng and Guo Jing in the entire Beggar Sect, with the rest of the sect leaders and elders far behind you." Feng Qingyang's discerning eyes quickly recognized his martial arts style.

"You can call me Dog Egg." Song Qingshu glanced at the stunned Mu Wanqing and flashed a mischievous smile. In his heart, he was thinking that he should accumulate resources and avoid drawing attention for now. If he made a name for himself, and Zhou Zhiruo found out and came looking, he wouldn't know how to deal with it.

"Three moves have passed. Since you don't want to say, then stay here." Feng Qingyang was slightly angry, formed a sword seal, and attacked.

The speed of the sword qi left Song Qingshu speechless. In a panic, he quickly used the Snake Form technique, rolling on the ground to dodge Feng Qingyang's fierce sword strike.

However, the initiative was lost, and Feng Qingyang's sword qi strikes were continuous, leaving Song Qingshu with only the ability to dodge, unable to counterattack. The space for evasion was also being consciously compressed by the opponent.

Song Qingshu realized that if this continued, he would be doomed within ten moves. However, he didn't use the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms to counterattack easily. Through the previous probing, he understood that palm techniques were at a disadvantage against the opponent's sword qi. With the "Qi-Breaking Style" of the Nine Swords of Dugu, even the most powerful palm techniques were like paper.

The same force, when delivered by a palm, had a much larger area of impact compared to the innate sword qi from the opponent's fingertips. Damn the pressure formula! Song Qingshu cursed physics. Under the point-breaking-surface principle, all palm techniques were inherently at a disadvantage.

Seizing an opportunity, Song Qingshu shook his inner strength, causing the wooden sword on his back to shoot out. He grabbed it with his right hand and swung it a few times, starting a counterattack.

Feng Qingyang had already noticed his wooden sword, thinking it was just a decoration. He didn't expect the young man to have reached the swordless realm. A thin layer of sword qi appeared on the surface of the wooden sword, and his sword techniques were the ones carved on the wall, but he didn't rigidly follow them. A few ordinary Five Mountains sword techniques were used, but the force was restrained, containing dozens of variations, waiting for his reaction before changing the moves.

Feng Qingyang stepped in the Seven Stars pattern and quickly retreated several feet. Although Song Qingshu's first three moves were impressive, they were not as shocking as this. Incredulously, he asked, "You just glanced at the wall and understood these sword techniques?"

Song Qingshu's expression was somewhat awkward, and he said shyly, "It seems... that's the case."

Hearing his words, Feng Qingyang almost spat out a mouthful of blood. He was a once-in-a-century sword genius who could travel the world with a sword by his thirties. With decades of sword practice, he could understand the sword intent from a glance at the wall. This young man, who had practiced for no more than three years, could match him in terms of realm. How could Feng Qingyang not be surprised?

"Whether it's boasting or not, we'll see." Feng Qingyang still didn't believe it and decided to test him with all his might.

Song Qingshu quickly gathered his spirit, channeled his energy into the wooden sword, and met the attack.

For a moment, the cave was filled with sword qi. Although Feng Qingyang was mostly attacking and Song Qingshu was mostly defending, and Song Qingshu often found himself in a difficult position, he was like a small boat in a storm, always managing to hold his ground. Using ordinary Five Mountains sword techniques, he resisted Feng Qingyang's Nine Swords of Dugu without defeat, and sometimes even managed to attack, forcing Feng Qingyang to defend. If this news spread in the martial world, it would surely cause a sensation.

However, Song Qingshu had his own bitter thoughts. Although he could fight Feng Qingyang for a hundred moves without defeat, if this continued, with Feng Qingyang no longer holding back, the sword qi would eventually penetrate his body, and he would be doomed.

Thinking of this, he no longer wanted to continue. He used a strange sword seal and shouted, "Watch my ultimate move—Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Source!"

Feng Qingyang was startled. This young man had brought him too many surprises, and he was afraid of being careless and getting hurt by his strange moves. He formed a sword seal and prepared to defend.

Seeing that he had fallen for it, Song Qingshu didn't hesitate. He used the Sand Walking technique to its fullest, picked up the nearly stunned Mu Wanqing, and shouted, "Let's go!" The two rushed out of the cave like meteors.

Feng Qingyang was furious after the initial shock and quickly used his lightness skill to chase after them. However, he had lost the initiative. With Song Qingshu's Sand Walking technique, even with Mu Wanqing in his arms, Feng Qingyang could only watch as the distance between them grew.

Feeling that they had finally shaken off Feng Qingyang, Song Qingshu gently put Mu Wanqing down and said, "My lady, you're so light and graceful. Otherwise, we wouldn't have been able to escape."

To his surprise, Mu Wanqing slapped him hard. Chapter 47: Drunken on the Beauty's Knee, Awakening to the Power of the World

"My lady, you..." Song Qingshu looked at Mu Wanqing in shock.

"Great Dog Egg, great martial arts expert!" Mu Wanqing pointed at him, trembling with anger, thinking about how she had been deceived and taken advantage of over the past two days...

"Miss Mu, I'm really sorry." There was no need to pretend anymore, and Song Qingshu smiled bitterly.

"Do you find it fun to play tricks on ordinary people like me?" Mu Wanqing's voice grew colder.

"I do find it fun," Song Qingshu thought, but of course, he didn't dare say it out loud. "I saw you in such deep sorrow, with thoughts of suicide. In a moment of urgency, I wanted to persuade you but was afraid you would reject a stranger."

This touched Mu Wanqing's sore spot. Her lips trembled, and her beautiful eyes misted over.

Although Mu Wanqing appeared cold and fierce, she was, after all, a young girl. In another life, she would probably still be in college at her age. These thoughts flashed through Song Qingshu's mind, but he didn't know how to console her.

After a while, Mu Wanqing turned her head and quietly wiped her cheeks, then asked in a low voice, "What's your real name?"

Noticing her slender fingers, Song Qingshu suddenly felt a bit dry in his mouth and quickly answered, "Miss Mu, I am Song Qingshu."

"Thank you, Great Hero Song, for saving me. I will take my leave now." Mu Wanqing said coldly and turned to leave. Although she was extremely angry, she would have shot him with an arrow in the past, but considering his incredible martial arts, she decided against it.

"Leaving already?" Song Qingshu muttered, his reluctance obvious. Being exposed by the beauty, he didn't know how to persuade her to stay. His character wouldn't allow him to follow her like Duan Yu.

Hearing Song Qingshu's muttering, Mu Wanqing's ears turned red. She suddenly stopped, turned around, and stared at Song Qingshu, "Wash your face. I don't want to forget the appearance of my savior."

"What's going on?" Song Qingshu knew Mu Wanqing's proud and stubborn nature but couldn't guess her intentions. He ran to a nearby stream, washed the dirt off his face, and tied his messy hair with a headband.

Seeing the refreshed Song Qingshu, a faint blush appeared on Mu Wanqing's fair face. "I've seen you clearly." She turned and left decisively.

Could she be captivated by his "Handsome Meng Chang" appearance? Song Qingshu was surprised. The original Song Qingshu was already a famous handsome young hero in the martial world. Now, with his great martial arts, his inner calm and deep, steady demeanor added to his charm. Every morning, the first thing he said to himself in the mirror was, "I've woken up handsome again."