The Villain's Counterattack

Chapter 398 Duan Yu Shows Off His Infinite Sword

In the Wuliang Sword Sect's martial arts training hall, a young man in a green shirt, as white as jade, held a folded steel fan that was more than a foot long, and stood proudly with his left hand behind his back. He gently pointed the folding fan, and the speed was not very fast, but it landed easily on the oncoming long sword with a crisp "ding" sound. The long sword was swung away, and the man holding the sword couldn't help but turn his body with a shock on his arm. The long sword in his hand suddenly circled and went straight to the left leg of the young man in the green shirt.

The young man with a jade-like face and green clothes smiled, and moved sideways half a foot. With a flick of his right wrist, the broken steel bone fan fell on the long sword again. The shock spell was activated, and the sword-wielding man's arm suddenly became numb, and the long sword in his hand could no longer be controlled, and fell to the ground with a "clang".

"Thank you for your kindness!" The young man with a jade-like face and green clothes smiled slightly, and half of the folding fan in his hand covered the lower half of his face, making him look more elegant.

The sword-wielding Gong Guangjie's face turned ashen, no longer as he had just been triumphant. His right hand was shaking and numb, and his body was slightly staggering. Zuo Zimu, who was sitting above him, had a gloomy expression and was a little embarrassed.

Zuo Zimu is the head of the East Sect of the Wuliang Sword Sect. Every five years, the Wuliang Sword Sect holds a competition to decide the right to reside in the Jianhu Palace on Wuliang Mountain. Since the Northern Sect retired thirty-five years ago, only the East and West Sects have been competing with each other.

The East Sect triumphed decisively in the Wuliang Sword Sect competition. In the final match, one of their disciples, Gong Guangjie, emerged victorious. However, due to an unsightly stumbling step, a young man from the Qingshan section of the audience scoffed at him, angering him greatly. This prompted Gong Guangjie to teach him a lesson. Unexpectedly, this seemingly frail young man, dressed in green and with a jade-like face, possessed impressive swordsmanship. Wielding a folding fan over a foot long, he wielded it with agility within a three-foot radius, easily defeating his most outstanding disciple.

Seeing how relaxed he looked, it was obvious that Bing had not tried his best, which made him, the winner, lose face. He could not help but glare at Gong Guangjie fiercely. He asked you to "ask for advice" from him, but this was not the way to ask for advice.

Zuo Zimu frowned, thinking about the origin of this young man. He only knew that he and another young man in white came with Ma Wude, an old martial artist from Pu'er in southern Yunnan. The man in white said his surname was Yan, and the young man in green said his surname was Duan. Is there such a young master with the surname Duan in the martial arts world?

As an old hand in the world, although Zuo Zimu's character was not very good, he was definitely not the kind of person who lacked judgment. However, after a careful look, he found that this handsome young man was definitely less than 20 years old. At such an age, he could defeat his disciple and be considered a hero of the time, but he could definitely not be his opponent.

It is impossible for the Dali Kingdom to have such a powerful young master. The accent and tone of this boy are obviously from Dali, but the young man in white speaks in the official tone of the Song Dynasty, so it is more likely that he is from the Central Plains.

"Brother Duan, you have good skills. My skills are shallow and not worthy of your aptitude. But the martial arts of my Wuliang Sword Sect cannot be underestimated. I would like to ask Brother Duan to give me some advice on my Wuliang Sword Skills." Zuo Zimu stood up suddenly and landed on the arena. He took three feet in one step with ease, showing his good skills in Qinggong, which made everyone present exclaim in admiration.

The jade-faced, green-shirted young man Duan Yu's mouth twitched slightly, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart that there was no one in the Dali martial arts world. An old man like Zuo Zimu was just a second-rate guy. Except for himself and Master Murong, no one in this room of guests could beat him. Some of them were only third-rate or even not at all.

If it were half a month ago, defeating Gong Guangjie would have been impossible. Holding a sword would have been easy, but using a folding fan to perform sword moves was somewhat awkward, and victory wouldn't have been possible without more than ten or twenty moves. But ever since receiving personal instruction from Murong Fu, learning the Zhen character technique and the cumulative power technique, and the principle of the unity of man and sword, where everything can become a sword, his swordsmanship has risen significantly. Putting aside other things, his Yangwu Sword Technique and the Thirteen Swords of the Divine Gate have been elevated from perfection to a state of unfettered freedom, practically reaching the level of divine skill.

During the past half month, Duan Yu received personal instruction from Murong Fu, and finally realized that there are always people better than you. Nan Murong's martial arts level is simply unbelievable. He can perform any martial arts after just one look, and can perform it with ease after practicing it twice.

With his level of skill, if he could perform the Yangwu Sword Technique, even seven or eight ordinary second-rate masters plus himself, a first-rate master, would not be able to break through. However, if he used the Shenmen Thirteen Swords, it would be different. This sword technique required the most attention to accuracy and precise acupoint recognition, but in his hands, everything from weapons to arms was within his attack range, making him even more elusive and difficult to defend against.

As one of the two top young masters in the Central Plains martial arts world, Murong Fu's experience far exceeds his own. The same martial arts performed in different ways and combinations will show a huge difference in power. The combination of swordsmanship and footwork has greatly increased Duan Yu's combat effectiveness.

What made Duan Yu speechless the most was that he had learned the One Yang Finger Book without realizing it. He was guided by Mr. Murong from swordsmanship to fan and then to pen, and from fan and brush to calligraphy. He then learned the One Yang Finger Book all the way and got into finger techniques without realizing it. He accidentally learned the One Yang Finger guidance method and forcibly got into the One Yang Finger School.

Although it was only the ninth-grade One Yang Finger, he mastered it in just half a month, which was enough to make all the members of the Dali Duan royal family ashamed. However, when you think about the fact that Duan Yu started practicing the One Yang Finger after being promoted to the first-class level, it seems reasonable.

However, after hearing this story, Emperor Baoding and Prince Zhennan felt somewhat grateful to Murong Fu, and at the same time, they valued the "Purple Qi Coming from the East" even more. The added benefit of this internal skill to the practice of One Finger Zen might be beyond their expectations.

Murong Fu: You are overthinking it. The one that has the greatest impact on One Finger Zen is not the Purple Cloud Magic Art, but the Xiantian Art. The reason Duan Yu was able to get started so quickly and is even on the verge of reaching the eighth level is not because the Purple Cloud Magic Art is powerful, but because the protagonist Duan Yu is powerful.

When Murong Fu thought about his right-hand sword skills and left-hand finger skills, and how he could hold his own against Duan Zhengchun, he felt a sense of accomplishment. He really didn't have much good feelings towards the King of Zhennan, and he was absolutely determined to teach his son to surpass him.

Duan Yu's mind was full of thoughts, but he remained graceful. His eyes swept over Murong Fu, who was also graceful and holding a folding fan. Seeing Murong Fu nod slightly, he closed the fan and said, "Please."

Zuo Zimu remained calm, but inwardly he was seething with rage. He, the dignified head of the East Sect of the Wuliang Sword Sect, was actually being clashed with a junior and had the other party yield the initiative? Could this boy truly be a master?

With a word "good" in his mouth, Zuo Zimu showed no mercy with his sword. He used a golden needle to pierce Duan Yu's face like lightning. His speed and strength were not comparable to Gong Guangjie, but his speed and strength were far inferior to Murong Fu's. Duan Yu turned his wrist, swung his folding fan, and pointed it at the tip of the sword, knocking his long sword away.

Feeling the power coming from the long sword, Zuo Zimu involuntarily brushed past the motionless Duan Yu. Only then did he understand what Gong Guangjie felt: powerless!

At first glance, it didn't seem like a sophisticated sword technique, but it made it impossible for him to use many of his back-up plans. Yes, with Zuo Zimu's eyes, it was easy to see that the young man in green clothes and with a jade face was using a sword technique. Although he didn't use a long sword, but a folding fan that was more than a foot long, the moves were undoubtedly sword moves.

However, his strength is different from others. It is full of vibration force, which can vibrate his wrists and arms, making them unable to change moves in a short period of time. Even if he changes moves, it is driven by his arms and there are fewer changes.

The sounds of "Ding~Ding~Ding~" were continuous. As the head of the East Sect of the Wuliang Sword Sect, Zuo Zimu's martial arts were definitely not comparable to Gong Guangjie's. He performed moves such as White Rainbow Piercing the Sun, Ten Thousand Flowers Competing for Beauty, and Going with the Flow one by one. At first glance, the moves seemed powerful and extraordinary, but the connections between them were dwarfed in comparison and could not bring any threat to the opponent at all.

After the Wuliang Sword Technique was completed, Duan Yu heard a slight cough in his ear, and purple air rose on his face. He suddenly took a step forward to avoid Zuo Zimu's long sword, and the folding fan in his hand hit his wrist with a "snap". The long sword fell to the ground, and there was silence all around.

Except for Murong Fu, no one from the Wuliang Sword Sect and the guests had ever imagined that this young man could easily defeat the leader of the Wuliang Sword Sect's East Sect.

Yes, during the entire sword fight, Duan Yu gave people the feeling of being relaxed, extremely relaxed!

The whole person only moved back and forth within a three-foot radius, and even did not move at all most of the time. It seemed that he was on the passive defense, but from time to time he would attack and force Zuo Zimu to return to the defense in an embarrassed manner. And his last attack was the only time in the entire competition that he "went all out". How could the purple aura on his white jade face be hidden from everyone's eyes.

Zuo Zimu's face turned pale. He looked down at the long sword on the ground, then looked up at the young man in green clothes who was not breathing and had a smile on his face. His face turned pale and blue. He really hit a wall this time.

Duan Yu bowed slightly and said "thank you", then walked towards Murong Fu. An inexplicable resentment came over him. Zuo Zimu suddenly rushed out and slapped Duan Yu on the back. Everyone exclaimed in surprise. Duan Yu misstepped and used his free left hand to pinch his fingers into a sword and point continuously. His movements were as natural and smooth as flowing water. He easily pressed more than ten major acupoints on Zuo Zimu and knocked him down.

"One Finger Zen, are you a member of the Dali Duan royal family?!" Unlike Zuo Zimu who was furious, Xin Shuangqing who had been watching coldly from the sidelines saw it clearly and couldn't help but exclaimed.

Duan Yu smiled at her, his folding fan in hand opening, making him look even more elegant. "I am Duan Yu, the prince of Zhennan, the Duan family of Dali. I traveled the martial arts world just to experience the beauty of Dali's martial arts. I never thought..."

Everyone blushed upon hearing this. Zuo Zimu's actions were truly despicable. It would have been fine if he had won, but he had been so disastrously defeated in the end, losing both the battle and his dignity. Wasn't it true that the Prince of Zhennan, the Duan clan of Dali, hadn't claimed to dislike martial arts and was devoted to Confucianism and Buddhism? How could he have such profound martial arts skills?

Ma Wood was stunned watching from the side. The young man he met casually on the road turned out to be a first-class master. Then what about this young man who was older than the Prince of Zhennan and was treated with courtesy by the Prince of Zhennan?

"Let's go. We've seen the Wuliang Sword Sect. The next one will be the Shennong Gang. I hope they won't let us down." Murong Fu took a step forward and instantly reached Duan Yu's side. His speed and demeanor were far beyond Zuo Zimu's reach.

Seeing the two young men standing side by side, and leaving Wuliang Sword Sect in the blink of an eye, no one could react. They vaguely heard the Prince of Zhennan calling out "Young Master Murong".

"Master Murong, Murong, could that young man in white be the Murong Fu of the legendary Northern Qiao Feng and Southern Murong in the Central Plains martial arts world?" Xin Shuangqing suddenly stood up. "It's rumored that Master Murong has arrived in Dali City to pay a visit to Emperor Baoding. Could it be..."

"Nan Murong, it's actually Nan Murong!"

"One of the two most powerful young masters in the Central Plains martial arts world, the head of the Murong family!"

"The former governor of Yazhou Prefecture, and now the founding Viscount of the Song Dynasty, Lord Murong!"

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Zuo Zimu's face was pale. If he hadn't been unable to move, he would have wanted to slap himself. He couldn't afford to offend either of these two people, but he had offended both of them. What should he do? Did he win or lose this Wuliang Sword Sect sword fight?