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The White-Clad Beautiful Youth drew his sword and flicked it with a single finger, producing a crisp sound. He then said, "I've heard that your Wuhua Sect's swordsmanship is extraordinary. Today, I would like to experience it firsthand."
Xunuo looked at the young man in white and replied leisurely, "Our Wuhua Sect excels not only in swordsmanship but also in the Seven Star Sword Formation. If you are interested, I could introduce you to Wuhua Mountain for a demonstration. As for here, this is a boxing hall, not a sword hall. What kind of swordsmanship can we compare?"
The young man in white gazed at his sword and asked, "So you’re afraid to compete?"
At this moment, Xunuo felt amused and was glad to continue this line of conversation. Tian Feiyu had explicitly forbidden him from revealing any sword techniques outside of Wuhua Mountain. If the other party insisted on this issue, Xunuo could simply walk away and abandon the Qingyang Boxing Hall.
Returning to Wuhua Sect, it would be difficult for others to find fault with him. Since there was no competition, there would be no winner or loser. The sect wouldn't force an Outer Sect Disciple to claim victory over someone else in swordsmanship. Moreover, Wuhua Sect could send out a highly skilled disciple to rightfully compete again and reclaim the Qingyang Boxing Hall.
Having thought this through clearly, Xunuo said slowly, "If you say you are afraid, then so be it. However, I see that you seem more fond of swordsmanship. If you wish to open a sword hall, it wouldn’t conflict with my Qingyang Boxing Hall at all. I could even help you find a more spacious location for your hall to recruit disciples; wouldn’t that be wonderful?"
The young man in white smiled at Xunuo's words and shook his head. "I have my eyes set on this place; I have no intention of going elsewhere. Even if there were a sword hall, it would be right here."
Xunuo had drawn out this response intentionally so that Jiang Tiesuo and several Manager Disciples could hear it. They needed to know that the young man insisted on competing in swordsmanship, not that Xunuo was unwilling to try. Seeing that his goal had been achieved, he glanced back at Jiang Tiesuo, who shrugged helplessly.
Looking at the Manager Disciples, they all wore awkward expressions.
Wuhua Sect primarily focused on swordsmanship through the Seven Star Sword Hall and had made a name for itself in that area. Although these Manager Disciples had spent some time in the Inner Sect, they had never even touched a sword; at most, they learned some basic techniques with knives and hidden weapons.
Xunuo surveyed those behind him before turning back and saying, "Not every disciple of Wuhua Sect practices swordsmanship. Coincidentally, none of us here have trained with swords. Therefore, there’s no need for a competition; if you like this place, then so be it."
Having finished speaking, he turned to leave.
The Yellow Robed Scholar suddenly interjected, "Wait! It’s unreasonable to take over this place without clarity; you won’t win their hearts." He then turned to the young man in white and added, "Why must you insist on competing with swords? Winning with fists would silence him just as well and save you future troubles."
The young man nodded in agreement. "That works too; defeating him with fists wouldn’t be unpleasant."
As he spoke, he casually returned the sword to the Red-Robed Man.
Xunuo's heart sank slightly. He had an inkling that these individuals were targeting him specifically; he hadn’t expected his suspicion to be confirmed.
What had started as mere speculation now felt more concrete as he realized they were willing to give up the boxing hall just to challenge him. Even a blind person could see where their true intentions lay.
Nangong Changjian stepped forward and stood beside Xunuo. He clasped his hands together and said, "Please allow me to compete in this match."
The young man in white changed his expression.
Before he could speak, Xunuo raised his hand to interrupt Nangong Changjian. Looking at the young man in white, he said, "This match is naturally between me and the young master. Otherwise, we would both regret it. I hope you won't disappoint me."
The White-Clad Beautiful Youth flicked his long robe with his left hand and arrogantly replied, "It's not that I look down on you; it's just that you'll be left searching for your teeth after I’m done with you."
Xunuo shot him a cold glance and replied word by word, "You will regret this."
With that, he spread his arms wide and shouted, "Let’s see what you've got."
He unleashed the Tongbi Fist. The young man in white sneered and met the attack with a punch. His movements were incredibly swift. In the blink of an eye, he closed the distance and struck at Xunuo's neck with a knife-hand strike. Although Xunuo hadn't anticipated such a bold attack from the young man in white, he quickly adapted. He raised his arm to block the incoming kick, forcing the young man back.
Immediately following that, Xunuo leaped forward with a series of kicking attacks, causing the young man to become somewhat flustered. However, Xunuo pressed on relentlessly, combining his most practiced techniques: the Tongbi Fist and Eight Extremes Fist.
Finally realizing the seriousness of the situation, the young man in white loosened his long robe with his left hand. He fought back fiercely against Xunuo's storm-like barrage of attacks. When Xunuo saw that he had stabilized his footing, he suddenly halted.
The young man in white took two steps back but also steadied himself, staring intently at Xunuo with a complex expression—part disbelief, part anger—but no longer disdain.
Xunuo looked directly at him and taunted, "I thought you could last longer; you've disappointed me."
The young man's eyes blazed with fury as he glared at Xunuo.
Through gritted teeth, he said, "You've provoked me; the consequences will be unimaginable for you. You won't regret it because you won't have a chance to."
With that, the young man clapped his palms together above him and spun them around before rubbing them together, producing a sound like metal striking metal. In an instant, his aura surged dramatically, causing his white robe to billow like wind. Xunuo was merely surprised but did not grasp the full extent of the threat.
Jiang Tiesuo's face changed drastically as he shouted, "Master Lu, be careful! This guy has exceptional internal skills!"
Upon hearing this, Xunuo felt three parts astonished and seven parts confused. He himself had practiced the Huayang Classic to its peak fourth level and could circulate True Qi throughout his body just like this young man in white could project it outward.
However, now that they were engaged in combat, if this young man projected True Qi outward as if it were leaking from him, it seemed like an incredibly foolish move. Either he intended to intimidate Xunuo or he simply couldn't control his True Qi.
Nevertheless, Xunuo understood that if the opponent used True Qi on the surface of his body during their exchange of blows, it would be like iron rods sweeping through; his flesh and bones would find it nearly impossible to withstand even one strike. So without hesitation, he began circulating True Qi from his Dantian to the surface of his body instantly.
At this moment, it was no longer a time to hide one's strength. A slight misstep could mean not just losing the martial arts school, but losing one's life.
In fact, Xunuo had guessed correctly this time. Although the young man in white had some talent in internal energy, he had only opened a few acupoints and had not even unblocked a single Meridian. Therefore, when True Qi circulated, it could not be controlled by his mind, and the leakage of True Qi was even greater than its circulation. It wasn't that the young man intended to release True Qi; he simply couldn't control it.
Seeing Xunuo, the young man in white did not tremble in fear or kneel to beg for mercy. Instead, he stood with his hands behind his back, watching himself as if observing a performance. His anger burned even more fiercely.
He held a mouthful of True Qi in his Dantian, afraid to speak. He feared that if he opened his mouth, he would leak True Qi. Otherwise, he would have wanted to curse Xunuo and say a few encouraging words.
Xunuo was not being arrogant; rather, he was filled with curiosity. Since practicing the Huayang Classic, he had never fought against an internal energy master and had never seen anyone use internal energy in combat. Today, witnessing the young man in white channeling his internal energy, he naturally observed carefully; the competition itself became less important.
The young man in white channeled his Inner Strength into his arms and launched an attack with a swift motion of his palms. This set of palm techniques was called You Long Palm. It excelled in footwork, with palms like blades that could split stone and sever wood when mastered to perfection. Xunuo was currently operating his True Qi according to the Eight Extremes Fist, allowing him to engage in combat as they clashed.
The young man initially thought that with his internal energy activated, one palm strike would settle everything. To his surprise, Xunuo shook his arm and deflected the palm strike, countering with a punch. The young man met it with a horizontal palm but was forced back a step by the impact. Only then did he feel astonished. Looking at Xunuo, whose True Qi remained contained without leaking at all, he realized that even his own elders from the sect were not this formidable. He understood that he had kicked a hard rock this time.
However, this young man was also exceptionally gifted; his martial arts skills and internal energy techniques were unmatched among his peers. He was used to being arrogant and always aimed for first place without considering second.
Today, having been humiliated by Xunuo, he felt even more furious. With a wave of both palms, he attacked again.
Seeing that he held a clear advantage over his opponent, Xunuo no longer felt rushed. He executed the Eight Extremes Fist fluidly, treating it as practice for his Fist Technique, pushing the young man in white back step by step.
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