The Divine Sword Old Man was somewhat unwilling.
He had originally accepted the fact that he was inferior to Dragon Mountain Daoist and planned to regain Face through his Disciples, but he hadn't expected to still be at a disadvantage.
Although it was just a casual competition, and neither side had used their full strength, ending it like this still made him feel very uncomfortable.
Dragon Mountain Daoist said helplessly:
"Divine Sword Senior Brother, do you suggest the True Disciples continue?"
The Divine Sword Old Man shook his head. He pointed at Zhuang Chen, a hint of doting on his Face, and said:
"A few years ago, I took in a final Disciple named Zhuang Chen. He is eight years old now and has only been Cultivating martial arts for two years."
"Ten years from now, most of the True Disciples will be over thirty and won't be able to participate. These younger generations will be the main force for the next ten-year agreement. How about letting them get familiar with it first?"
"I won't take advantage of you either. Any True Martial Sect Disciple under ten years old can fight Zhuang Chen. Whoever wins will be given this Long Xiao Sword!"
As he spoke,
He pulled out the wide, long greatsword from his back and thrust it into the martial arts arena.
The blade was dull, but it had a captivating sharpness.
It was undoubtedly a top-tier famous sword!
This was undoubtedly the highest-tier reward appearing this time. Clearly, the Divine Sword Old Man was also losing Face a bit and directly offered his personal sword as a reward. Of course, to some extent, it also showed his confidence.
In an instant,
The eyes of many True Martial Sect Disciples lit up.
Then, they couldn't help but feel regret, wishing they weren't under ten years old, otherwise they might have had a chance to obtain this famous sword.
But some also noticed the hidden information in the Divine Sword Old Man's words.
"This child is eight years old and has been Cultivating martial arts for two years. Doesn't that mean his bone structure was already formed at six?" Qin Yun's eyes narrowed slightly, his emotions fluctuating.
His bone structure formed at seven years old; Zhuang Chen was a year faster than him.
Although the early formation of bone structure wasn't entirely related to innate talent, he couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart.
Ning Qi looked at Zhuang Chen with slight surprise and received a simple, honest smile in return.
He hadn't expected this seemingly not-so-smart Little Fatty to have such high talent.
Dragon Mountain Daoist couldn't help but smile bitterly when he saw the Divine Sword Old Man even take out his personal sword:
"Divine Sword Senior Brother, why go to such lengths...?"
The Divine Sword Old Man waved his hand grandly, full of heroic spirit:
"No matter! If the True Martial Sect has such a Genius, just take this Long Xiao Sword!"
Ye Qinghe's gaze was strange.
Isn't this just rushing to give away a famous sword?
She knew how fierce her Junior Brother was; he had already reached Bone Refining when they met the white ape a year ago, and now he might even be at Viscera Refining or Marrow Refining!
She didn't believe that silly Little Fatty could be such a Prodigy after two years of Cultivation.
While everyone was lost in thought,
The Divine Sword Sect's Senior Brother, Dong He, whispered a few words into Zhuang Chen's ear. Zhuang Chen's eyes lit up, and he seemed to be haggling with Dong He until Dong He showed a bitter smile. Only then did Zhuang Chen swagger to the center of the martial arts arena.
His voice was a bit simple:
"I am Zhuang Chen, a True Disciple of the Divine Sword Sect. Who will bring me chicken drumsticks? Oh, no, no, who will accept the challenge?"
Seeing the Little Fatty sniffle hard, a low chuckle spread among the True Martial Sect. Everyone from the Divine Sword Sect covered their foreheads, and the Divine Sword Old Man was slightly silent, turning his head away.
"I, Zhao Changhe, will meet you!"
Before Ning Qi could get up, a ten-year-old boy from the True Martial Sect had already rushed out first.
This young boy matured early and looked more than two heads taller than Zhuang Chen. He was a top performer among Disciples of his age, having started martial arts at eight, so he also had two years of Cultivation. He had just broken through to the Flesh Refining Realm two days ago, and his talent was almost second only to the True Disciples.
"You are not my opponent." The Little Fatty shook his head.
Zhao Changhe snorted:
"We'll only know after we fight."
He practiced a technique called the Immovable Rock Spear Art, which combined defense with offense. Wielding his spear, he attacked, and with his initial entry into Flesh Refining, his strength increased, making him quite imposing.
Zhuang Chen drew his sword, as if he had suddenly become a different person.
His eyes were sharp, and even the snot dripping down seemed to turn into two 'green swords.' His chubby body was incredibly agile, moving lightly like a gentle breeze caressing a willow, easily dodging Zhao Changhe's spear thrusts.
Qin Yun's pupils constricted slightly.
"Refining Tendons? This guy has already reached the Refining Tendons Realm after two years of Cultivating martial arts?"
This Cultivation speed was even faster than his.
Dragon Mountain Daoist also looked slightly sideways.
The Divine Sword Old Man's lips curled up.
On the arena, Zhuang Chen counterattacked. The sword in his hand was actually a wooden sword. With a single thrust, it carried the intent of a Dragon's roar and a tiger's howl, heavy like a mountain pressing down.
Sweat appeared on Zhao Changhe's forehead. His spear was like an immovable rock, very steady and solid.
But he couldn't block it.
Their power and martial arts Realm were not on the same level.
With a bang, Zhao Changhe flew backward and fell to the ground.
Some True Martial Sect Disciples quickly went to check if he was injured, but Zhao Changhe got up by himself. There was some disbelief in his eyes. Just now, that wooden sword was like a mountain pressing down, as if it would crush his bones and body, but at the crucial moment, the power disappeared without a trace. He was just a bit disheveled from the fall, not injured at all.
"Sorry, I didn't know you were so weak. I almost couldn't hold back."
Zhuang Chen's words made him grit his teeth in anger.
But then again, the other party's eyes were so sincere.
Dragon Mountain Daoist stared at Zhuang Chen, saying with some uncertainty:
"Heavy as light? At such a young age, his Sword Dao has reached such a Realm. Could this child possess the Congenital Sword Bone?"
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The Divine Sword Old Man finally couldn't help but laugh proudly:
"You old Daoist have some insight. Otherwise, did you think I took this final Disciple just for fun? Your eighth Disciple's talent is indeed extraordinary, but if Chen'er were his age, he might not be Chen'er's opponent."
Qin Yun lowered his head, clenching his fists, and said nothing.
Dragon Mountain Daoist nodded slightly, his eyes filled with admiration:
"Congenital Sword Bone, and a pure heart. Divine Sword Senior Brother, you have taken in a good Disciple."
The Divine Sword Old Man felt immensely comfortable.
He chuckled and turned his head, wanting to see the change in Dragon Mountain Daoist's expression, but to his surprise, although Dragon Mountain Daoist was admiring, he didn't show the envy the Divine Sword Old Man had imagined.
Dragon Mountain Daoist secretly chuckled.
If it had been before, he would indeed have been somewhat envious.
But ever since he took in Ning Qi, no Genius Disciple in this world could make him envious anymore.
He looked over.
He saw that Ning Qi had already gotten up and was walking towards Zhuang Chen.
Dragon Mountain Daoist quickly sent a voice transmission:
"Little Nine, hold back your strength."
He was afraid his Disciple might accidentally damage the Divine Sword Old Man's precious treasure.
Perhaps on the entire Zhenwu Mountain, he was the only one who understood Ning Qi's Realm the most.
Ning Qi nodded slightly.
He stopped a Disciple who was about to go on stage and said calmly:
"I'll do it."
He saw clearly that the Little Fatty should have just stepped into the Refining Tendons Realm and also possessed a sword technique of no small Realm. No Disciple under ten years old in the entire True Martial Sect was his opponent.
Except for him.
Ning Qi had no intention of shrinking back. As a True Disciple of the True Martial Sect, it was impossible to watch the Little Fatty sweep through everyone unchecked. It was merely a display of a superficial part of his strength, nothing serious.
He also had no morbid pleasure in waiting for the Disciples to be defeated one by one before making a final appearance as a savior.
He wanted to resolve it quickly and go back to the Seeking Dao Courtyard to read.
Everyone was stunned.
After all, Ning Qi was appearing less and less now, and in the eyes of many True Martial Sect Disciples, Ning Qi was somewhat mysterious.
But there was no time to think further.
Ning Qi had already stood opposite Zhuang Chen.
"Little Fatty, make your move."
Zhuang Chen didn't mind Ning Qi's address. He said seriously:
"Ning Qi, I don't want to hit you, you should go down."
He originally wanted to say, 'Ning Qi, you're not very smart, I can't bear to hit you,' but he felt that might be impolite, so he ultimately changed his wording.
But Ning Qi clearly saw his thoughts from Zhuang Chen's eyes.
Ning Qi was helpless.
He slowly exhaled, deciding to teach this silly Little Fatty a lesson.
