38: Sweep

At the Mountain Sea Martial Hall's booth.

When Qin Chuan and the capable young man struck their stances, they immediately drew the attention of those around them.

Some people ran over curiously, wanting to observe this rare duel.

Some looked on with disdain, seemingly despising such attention-grabbing tactics.

But regardless, at least some people were paying attention.

"Are you ready?"

Qin Chuan asked the capable young man opposite him, who was stretching his muscles and bones.

The young man rotated his wrists, tightened the bandages on his hands, and quipped, "Oh? I suggest you wear some protective gear. Isn't there some over there? It's free. Otherwise, I'm worried you'll end up in the hospital."

Qin Chuan shook his head and sighed inwardly: In this day and age, the art of trash-talking is truly getting worse with each generation. Listening to you brag like this, I'd rather go watch Boruto.

Ignoring the young man's words, he raised his sword and said, "Come on!"

"Alright!" The young man's expression became more serious when he saw the unsharpened sword in Qin Chuan's hand.

—Although this thing is difficult to injure someone with, being poked by it still hurts a lot!

He decided: He would make this kid cry within three punches!

Qin Chuan: "Then I'm coming!"

The young man impatiently said: "Why so much non-"

Before he could finish, a flash of cold light appeared in an instant, and the tip of the sword stopped steadily before the young man's throat.

"Gulp~"

Around the booth, people who had been watching fell into a momentary silence, until someone couldn't help but swallow, and only then did the scene come alive.

"I won." Qin Chuan slowly withdrew his sword, his expression calm.

—To be honest, he regretted using the No Thought Sword a little.

This wasn't out of consideration for the young man's psychological endurance, fearing he might leave him with a psychological shadow.

Rather—it was too much of an overkill. This thing was a sword technique that could rage into the sea and cut down dragons!

Now, it was actually being used to deal with a martial arts enthusiast who understood nothing?

At this moment, the young man finally recovered.

He touched his throat, and after confirming it hadn't been pierced, he stared intently at Qin Chuan and the unsharpened sword in his hand with a ghost-seeing expression.

Even so, he still couldn't believe it: "I wasn't ready just now. Again!"

"Alright!"

—Not only was this young man unprepared, but even the surrounding spectators were unprepared.

They didn't even know when Qin Chuan drew his sword, or how the sword tip reached the young man's front.

A moment later, Qin Chuan looked up at the young man and said, "Now, are you ready?"

"Whew, come on!"

Buzz!

The same sword, the same position, the same frozen person.

What was different was the reaction of the people around them.

"Holy crap! Afterimage!!!"

"Mommy, come out and see God."

"Is this swordsmanship?"

"I thought Xu Yang's Shadowless Stab was already invincible, but I didn't expect someone to be even faster than him. Which school is this person from?"

Qin Chuan was deaf to the exclamations around him, only looking at the young man in front of him who seemed to have broken down.

He spoke, asking, "Still want to go?"

"No, no! I give up!"

The young man shook his head like a rattle, and although there was still disbelief in his eyes, the arrogance he had at the beginning was completely gone.

"Master, which martial hall are you from, which school, do you accept disciples? The price and everything are negotiable..."

Qin Chuan shook his head, then pointed to the large characters 'Mountain Sea Martial Hall' on the sign next to him, before looking at the crowd that was slowly gathering below.

"Is there anyone else who wants to come up and try?"

As soon as he said this, someone immediately shouted.

"I will!"

"I didn't see clearly just now. This time I'll definitely see clearly."

"Me, me, me!"

In an instant, responders gathered like clouds, no longer looking deserted as before.

—Are you kidding me? This martial arts convention has been going on for a while, but most of them are just fakes who talk the talk but don't walk the walk.

Someone who truly gets down to business, Qin Chuan might not be the first, but he's definitely a rarity!

Soon, with Qin Chuan's nod, another challenger stepped onto the stage.

A long time later—

"Who else?"

Although Qin Chuan's question was calm and without arrogance, the people around him uniformly shook their heads.

A few who had just been defeated even took a half-step back with lingering fear; they were truly scared into submission.

"My goodness, is this person an animal?"

"How many people went up just now? Fifty? Or sixty?"

"I counted, sixty-three! None of them could last three moves!"

Within this vast area, Qin Chuan's Mountain Sea Martial Hall booth temporarily became the 'top stream' of the martial arts convention.

To describe it more directly—the two booths to his left and right had already closed.

Well, you can't say they're closed.

After all, the people haven't left yet.

The team of heroic and spirited young women on the right had now completely become Qin Chuan's support group.

They stood at the edge of the arena, their words carrying the air of fervent fans.

"Little brother from Mountain Sea Martial Hall, are you tired? Do you want to rest in big sister's arms for a bit?"

"Ah! So handsome, little brother, do you have a girlfriend? Do you like older women?"

"Wow! Little vixen, shut up, little brother is mine..."

"You slut, shut up, he's clearly mine..."

"Hee hee hee hee."

Qin Chuan: ...

To be honest, resisting the noise attack from these women made him more tired than fighting people.

As for the two brothers on the left, they were even more interesting.

They stood one in front and one behind, directly in front of Qin Chuan's booth, acting as commentators?

"It is said: 'Darkness descends, black water dragons weep; lurking in empty mountains, ghosts and demons are startled. Buried for ten thousand years, worth thousands of gold. If it meets a remarkable man, this sword belongs to its master. If you obtain this sword, your prestige will shake the universe.'"

"This master on stage, in ancient times, would have been the world's number one swordsman, a true hero."

Seeing his booth about to turn into a marketplace, Qin Chuan felt he should probably slip away quickly.

As for the reward...

"We heard someone here is testing heroes with a sword? Have we arrived late?"

At this moment, a group of people approached from a distance, parting the crowd. Leading them was an old man dressed in a Tang suit.

Qin Chuan's eyes flickered as he carefully scrutinized the group.

—Unlike these enthusiasts, this group were tough nuts!

"It's not too late. Do you also want to try?"

"Haha, of course!"

The old man laughed heartily a few times, then searched among the people beside him and quickly pulled out a man in his thirties.

"You go up and test our young friend's martial arts. Be careful!"

The man nodded, then leaped onto the high platform.

Qin Chuan asked, "Can I use a weapon?"

The man nodded, pulling out a long spear from a display stand on one side.

"Please!"

"Alright!"

Qin Chuan used his old trick again, and a sword light, faster than the eye could follow, flashed and shot straight towards the man.

"Clang!!!"

A collision sound came, and Qin Chuan stepped back rapidly.

"He blocked it!"

"There's hope! I hope he can block a few more sword strikes, so I can witness more of the Mountain Sea Martial Hall's young master's style!"

"Ah! Little brother from Mountain Sea Martial Hall, cheer up! Big sister believes in you!"

Although everyone around was unanimously optimistic, Qin Chuan did not show the slightest carelessness.

—This man in front of him is not weak!

If he were Wang Xuan, he could naturally defeat him as easily as slicing melons and dicing vegetables.

But unfortunately—he is Qin Chuan now.

His strength is even less than that of an ordinary person. His previous victories relied on sword moves, eyesight, and speed. As for now...

—Still possible!

Below the stage, when Qin Chuan and the man began their duel, someone slowly approached the old man in the Tang suit.

He asked doubtfully, "Old Zhou, you think highly of this young man? But I see his bone structure is very ordinary."

The old man in the Tang suit looked at Qin Chuan on the stage and shook his head, saying, "Bone structure is something that can be easily compensated for. What we lack is not that. On the contrary, some things are even rarer!"

"What things?"

"That would naturally be... The victor has been decided!"

On the stage—

As Qin Chuan found an opening, his long sword steadily stopped at the man's chest, declaring Qin Chuan's victory in this battle.

"Thank you for the concession."

With that, Qin Chuan looked down at the old man.

Just then, the other party also looked up and smiled at him.