314: Chapter 314 My Husband, Take Our Sword

"This swordsmanship spar was indeed quite good, but as for the form... your husband feels there are still some flaws."

Xu Chen handed two snow-white silk towels to Nangong Waner and Lin Qingxue respectively. His deep gaze swept back and forth over these two sweat-drenched Female Sword Immortals, a mischievous smirk curling at the corners of his mouth.

The two had been so engrossed in their fight just now that their tight-fitting martial outfits and training clothes had long been soaked with sweat, clinging tightly to their skin. Those stunning curves and slender lines, illuminated by the sunlight, were simply two perfect works of art.

Nangong Waner had just taken the towel to wipe her face when she heard Xu Chen's words, and her pretty face, which had been wearing a bright smile, immediately fell. A flame of defiance instantly ignited in her beautiful eyes.

She was a dignified Sword Cultivator of the Saint Realm and possessed absolute confidence in her swordsmanship. In the hearty duel with Lin Qingxue just now, she believed that every movement had reached the Peak of what a Physical Body could perform.

"Husband, why don't you tell us then? Where exactly are the flaws in my and Sister Qingxue's swordsmanship?" Nangong Waner stood with her hands on her hips, her slender willow-like waist twisting into a striking curve. Her tone carried a hint of willful charm. "If you can't give a proper explanation, don't even think about walking out of this Martial Arts Training Ground comfortably today!"

To the side, Lin Qingxue, holding her towel, also stopped wiping her sweat.

Although she didn't question him directly like Nangong Waner, her cold eyes were similarly fixed intently on Xu Chen. As a female Sword Cultivator who had fought her way to great fame in the Lower Realm, her pride in the Dao of the sword also didn't allow anyone to belittle it at will.

Facing the "death stare" of the two Female Sword Immortals, Xu Chen not only showed no panic but instead leisurely extended a finger and gestured twice in mid-air.

"That move of yours just now, 'Fiery Trees and Silver Flowers'—to pursue striking speed, the rotation of your waist was too large, causing your lower body to become unstable for a split second. If this were a life-and-death struggle, that moment of instability would be enough to get your legs cut off."

After finishing his critique of Nangong Waner, Xu Chen turned his gaze toward Lin Qingxue.

"And you, Miss Lin. Your 'Supreme Unfeeling Sword' is indeed sharp, but the posture of pressing down your wrist during defense is too stiff, and the retraction of the blade isn't smooth enough. This will cause you to be half a breath slower during your next transition. That half-breath is enough to be fatal."

"Those are just theoretical flaws. In actual combat, as long as the speed is fast enough, such flaws can't possibly be exploited!" Nangong Waner immediately retorted.

She conveniently pulled an unsharpened steel longsword from the weapon rack, its tip pointing diagonally toward the ground, her eyes flashing with an eager light.

"Talk is cheap. Since Husband understands swordsmanship so well, why don't you personally step onto the field and give us some pointers?"

Although Lin Qingxue didn't speak, she tacitly tightened her grip on her longsword and stood side-by-side with Nangong Waner.

In her cold eyes, Battle Intent was also burning. She also wanted to see with her own eyes just how Heaven-Defying this unfathomably powerful Young Master of the Imperial Clan could be in terms of pure Martial Skills.

"Let me step onto the field?"

Xu Chen looked at the two women before him, united against a common enemy, and couldn't help but laugh out loud. He lazily stretched, his bones letting out a series of crisp pops.

"Alright. Since you two are so spirited, your husband will lower himself today and be your sparring partner for free."

Xu Chen didn't go to the weapon rack to take a sword; instead, he casually snapped off an ordinary willow branch from the edge of the Martial Arts Training Ground. Holding that soft willow branch, he gave it a couple of casual swishes, producing a faint whistling sound in the air.

"The rules remain the same: no one is allowed to use Spiritual Power. Both of you come at me together, lest you say I'm bullying you." Xu Chen kept one hand behind his back and beckoned the two women with the hand holding the willow branch.

"Arrogant!"

"Young Master Xu, excuse our offense!"

Nangong Waner and Lin Qingxue shouted out almost simultaneously.

These two best friends, with completely different personalities but a shared passion for the Dao of the sword, displayed a terrifying rapport at this moment. One red and one white silhouette closed in from the left and right like lightning.

Nangong Waner's sword momentum was like fire, grand and sweeping, blocking all of Xu Chen's paths of retreat to the left. Lin Qingxue's sword was like cold ice, tricky and ruthless, aiming straight for several of Xu Chen's vital points on the right.

The joint effort of two top Sword Cultivators, even without using any Spiritual Power, produced a murderous Sword Qi that was enough to make an ordinary Saint feel terrified.

Facing such a sharp pincer attack, Xu Chen still stood in place without moving an inch. It wasn't until the two longswords were less than three feet away from him that he finally moved.

The willow branch in Xu Chen's hand seemed to come alive, turning into a strange green afterimage.

Crack!

Crack!

Only two crisp sounds of impact were heard.

The willow branch in Xu Chen's hand actually struck the weakest points on the blades of Nangong Waner and Lin Qingxue's swords with an incredible angle. This seemingly light flick contained a terrifying physical finesse.

Nangong Waner and Lin Qingxue felt an irresistible force travel down their sword blades. Their palms jolted violently, and the longswords in their hands almost flew out. The originally perfect combined attack was instantly and completely neutralized by this ordinary willow branch.

The two women were greatly shocked and hurriedly steadied themselves, attempting to change their moves.

But how could Xu Chen give them a chance to catch their breath?

"Too slow."

Xu Chen's lazy voice sounded in the two women's ears. The willow branch in his hand turned into a sky full of green shadows, completely enveloping them like a violent storm.

Every strike landed with pinpoint accuracy on the flaws of their sword moves.

Nangong Waner's 'Fiery Trees and Silver Flowers' was only halfway through when she was struck on the waist by Xu Chen's willow branch. That clever force caused her originally fierce sword momentum to instantly collapse.

Lin Qingxue's 'Supreme Forgetfulness of Emotions' was about to transition when her wrist was deftly flicked by the willow branch, causing the entire sword blade to veer off course uncontrollably.

Without using Spiritual Power, Xu Chen's vision, speed, and subtle control over physical strength formed a complete dimensional suppression over these two Female Sword Immortals.

"I'm not fighting anymore! You're clearly cheating!"

After having her flaws struck over a dozen times by the willow branch in Xu Chen's hand—though it didn't hurt—the feeling of being restricted everywhere and having all her strength hit nothing but cotton made Nangong Waner completely lose her composure.

She stopped her movements in a huff, her beautiful eyes glaring at Xu Chen.

Lin Qingxue also withdrew her sword stance, her chest heaving slightly. Her cold eyes were filled with complex emotions: shock, frustration, and a deeply hidden sliver of curiosity.

She finally understood that Xu Chen's critique earlier wasn't intentionally finding fault, but that he had truly seen through the most fundamental defects in their swordsmanship. This man's strength far exceeded her imagination.

"What? Giving up already?" Xu Chen tossed aside the now-bare willow branch, clapped his hands, and teased with a smile, "Didn't you just vow that you wouldn't let me out of this Martial Arts Training Ground?"

Seeing Xu Chen's smug face, acting like he was doing them a favor after gaining the upper hand, Nangong Waner and Lin Qingxue glanced at each other. These two proud women rarely saw the same flash of annoyance and understanding in each other's eyes.

"Qingxue, even if we have to risk our lives today, we must show this arrogant guy what's what!" Nangong Waner said through gritted teeth, her expression fierce.

"Okay," Lin Qingxue nodded heavily, her tone serious.

The two women completely disregarded the rules of Sword Cultivators, unceremoniously threw away their longswords, and lunged at Xu Chen with claws and teeth bared.

"Hey, hey, hey! We agreed to spar with swordsmanship. Why have you turned into shrews in a street fight!"

Seeing this, Xu Chen let out a deliberately exaggerated cry and turned to run. Of course, he wouldn't use any Law power to suppress his wives.

On the vast Martial Arts Training Ground, a comical chase scene instantly unfolded.

Xu Chen ran ahead with ease, occasionally turning back to make a face and provoke them. Nangong Waner and Lin Qingxue followed close behind, panting heavily.

"Stop! You bastard, if you have the guts, don't run!" Nangong Waner shouted as she chased.

Although Lin Qingxue didn't shout, her tightly bitten lip and serious gaze proved how much she wanted to catch the punchable man in front of her.

After chasing for nearly an hour, the two women's stamina was almost exhausted.

Xu Chen, who had been running ahead, stopped in his tracks and abruptly turned around. Nangong Waner and Lin Qingxue couldn't brake in time.

"Ah!"

Accompanied by two panicked cries, the two women crashed clumsily into Xu Chen's embrace.

A successful smirk curled on Xu Chen's lips. He naturally opened his arms, domineeringly and accurately pulling these two stunning beauties into his embrace at the same time.

The massive momentum carried the three of them backward.

Thud.

Xu Chen acted as a human cushion, falling heavily onto the soft Spiritual Plant lawn at the edge of the Martial Arts Training Ground. Meanwhile, Nangong Waner and Lin Qingxue were sprawled across his chest, one on each side.

A charming scent, mixed with feminine fragrance and the smell of sweat, instantly wafted into Xu Chen's nose.

The two women were startled by this sudden turn of events and tried to scramble up, only to find that Xu Chen's powerful arms were clamped tightly around their slender waists.

"You two, are you planning to murder your own husband?"

Xu Chen lay comfortably on the grass, looking at the two women on his chest who were full of shame and annoyance.

Nangong Waner's pretty face was flushed red, and she boldly bit down hard on Xu Chen's shoulder, leaving a clear row of teeth marks.

"That's for being arrogant! That's for teasing us!"

Meanwhile, Lin Qingxue was completely frozen.

This was the first time in her life she had lain in a man's embrace in such an ambiguous posture.

Feeling the strong heartbeat from Xu Chen's chest and the burning large hand resting on her waist, Lin Qingxue's cold face instantly turned as red as a ripe apple, and even her neck was tinged with an enticing pink.

She was so ashamed that she didn't dare look up into Xu Chen's eyes, burying her face deep in his chest, her heart beating so hard it felt like it would jump out of her throat.

Xu Chen enjoyed this warmth and softness. He wantonly squeezed Nangong Waner and Lin Qingxue's waists, causing both women to let out sensitive, delicate shudders.

"When you can't win the fight, you just throw yourselves into my arms. This 'Honey Trap' of yours, ladies, is truly used with consummate skill."