20: Chapter 20 Is someone really walking right into the line of fire?

The people around were silent, not daring to make a sound.

This Elder Gu was the most protective of his own, and he detested infighting among Sect members the most; this guy was likely about to be in trouble.

Chun Xiaobai scratched his head, looking completely matter-of-fact: "This is already considered the gentlest blade... no, sword technique!"

He wasn't lying about that.

Having grown up in Black Wind Stronghold, everything he practiced was a killing technique. During those years as a Mountain King, he had faced life-and-death crises no less than a thousand times, which had long since forged his combat instinct: every strike must be fast, accurate, and ruthless.

However, he still had some confidence in his methods.

That sword strike just now, which seemed like a horizontal slash, was actually just to limit the opponent's positioning to the maximum extent, causing him to lose the chance to attack again, rather than taking his life.

As long as he didn't get greedy with his sword, it wouldn't really cause him fatal injury.

When sparring with the brothers at Black Wind Stronghold, the strikes were much more ruthless than this.

Gu Changfeng's gaze shifted slightly.

He could naturally see that although Chun Xiaobai's sword strike just now was ruthless, he had no intention to kill.

Furthermore, given his Realm, he had not sensed any spiritual energy fluctuations on this guy.

But when his fingers clamped onto the sword blade just now, the force he felt was indeed no less than the pure Physical Body strength of a Qi Refining Great Perfection Cultivator.

He must be carrying a Magic Treasure that masks his aura.

If Chun Xiaobai were to use spiritual energy, the lethality would indeed be far greater than this.

He put away the anger on his Face, his gaze deep, and then slowly spoke: "Whether it is sword technique or blade technique, its true core does not lie in Momentum, but in 'Form'!"

Chun Xiaobai was immediately confused by him.

No, didn't you talk about "Momentum" for half the class?

How did you suddenly drag it over to some "Form"?

"Form is the foundation of all techniques, Intent is the soul of all techniques, and Momentum is the manifestation of all techniques..."

Gu Changfeng's voice echoed in the Martial Arts Field: "True control is condensing the force of a thousand jun into a single line, retracting and releasing at will. Even with a blunt heavy sword, one can achieve the effect of a light sword like a spirit snake emerging from its hole. This is having Form within the sword, and Intent within the Form!"

Chun Xiaobai understood this point.

To put it plainly, it just meant he needed to be more meticulous with his control of power; he had to be able to carve flowers with a big cleaver to be considered passing.

Wasn't this just a roundabout way of saying he couldn't control his sword well just now?

He really wanted to perform a stunt of carving flowers with a watermelon knife for him on the spot.

Of course, the reason he struck so ruthlessly was mainly because he didn't understand the Spell patterns of the Cultivators at all and felt insecure.

Being too careless, he worried about being stabbed to death by their fancy sword techniques, and then who would he go to for compensation?

Therefore, he could only choose the most direct way to protect his personal safety.

Strike first to gain the advantage; strike later and suffer.

This was his number one rule as a Mountain King.

"What, do you think your sword technique is well controlled?"

Gu Changfeng looked at Chun Xiaobai's disapproving, and even slightly aggrieved expression, and asked calmly.

"No, no!" Chun Xiaobai quickly shook his head like a rattle-drum.

This old guy has a sharp eye; he can actually see his helplessness. He truly is a big shot!

Gu Changfeng looked around, then pointed to a young Disciple in the corner with a straight figure, a Face like jade, and a cold temperament, and said in a deep voice: "Zhao Wuyuan, come here."

"Hiss—Senior Brother Zhao!"

"It's Senior Brother Wuyuan!"

As soon as this Disciple named Zhao Wuyuan walked onto the Martial Arts Field, the surrounding Disciples, especially the female Disciples, immediately burst into excited exclamations.

"Oh my god, it's actually Senior Brother Zhao! He is a Genius ranked in the top ten among the Outer Sect sword-path Disciples!"

"I heard he grasped the rudiment of Sword Intent at the end of last year, and by the end of this year, he will definitely be able to grasp Sword Intent and become an Inner Sect Disciple!"

"I watched Senior Brother Zhao practice the sword from afar last time. That sword light was like moonlight, so fast that my eyes blurred!"

Listening to the surrounding discussions, Chun Xiaobai's Face darkened immediately.

Is this old guy really trying to get me killed?

This guy named Zhao Wuyuan in front of him, just looking at his entrance style, was even more impressive than that Li Xuanfeng.

Now, he might really be in trouble.

Gu Changfeng looked at his dissatisfied and aggrieved expression, and the corners of his mouth lifted imperceptibly.

He wasn't deliberately giving Chun Xiaobai a hard time; he just wanted to see what Realm this little guy's seasoned blade technique had actually reached.

In the past thousand years, the number of Disciples in Qingyun Sect who had cultivated Sword Intent could be counted on one hand.

But in history, there had never been a true Blade Cultivator seedling.

Because the Dao of the blade is easy to learn but hard to master, emphasizing Momentum over Intent, and the requirements for Heart-Nature and talent are a hundred times more demanding than for a Sword Cultivator.

Any Blade Cultivator is a seed of Genius that everyone fights over.

Because Blade Cultivators represent a Dao that can drive an entire industrial chain. After all, ninety percent of people in the current cultivation world use swords, and not many use blades.

If a Blade Peak were opened within the Sect, it would definitely lead many Disciples to follow the Dao of the blade.

Therefore, Blade Cultivators are Disciples that no Sect can afford to miss out on.

And he had just truly felt a very seasoned and ruthless blade momentum from Chun Xiaobai.

But he himself was not a Blade Cultivator.

Therefore, he could only personally weigh this guy's true level through actual combat.

"Senior Brother Zhao, come on!"

"Senior Brother Wuyuan, you will win!"

The female Disciples at the edge of the Martial Arts Field shouted and cheered for Zhao Wuyuan one after another.

Chun Xiaobai scanned the area and found that those heartless guys, Bai Jiner and Fang Yuan, were looking at him with sympathetic, mournful eyes.

"Damn, what do you mean by this?"

This look made Chun Xiaobai feel anxious and even more insecure.

Zhao Wuyuan walked forward, cupped his hands at Chun Xiaobai, and said in an indifferent voice: "Zhao Wuyuan, please enlighten me."

Chun Xiaobai quickly gripped the long sword in his hand again and struck a defensive pose.

Seeing that he still showed no signs of circulating spiritual energy, Zhao Wuyuan frowned slightly, and a trace of dissatisfaction appeared on his resolute Face.

Sparring with him, a top ten Genius, and he wouldn't even use spiritual energy?

This was not respect; this was naked contempt, looking down on his, Zhao Wuyuan's, sword!

He immediately said in a deep voice: "Since Senior Brother only wants to spar in sword Dao, then fine. To show respect, I will not use spiritual energy either. We shall decide the winner based on pure sword technique alone!"

"What???"

Chun Xiaobai thought he had misheard and was stunned for a moment.

"Are you sure? You won't use spiritual energy either?"

Zhao Wuyuan saw his surprised tone, and felt even more furious, feeling that the other party was humiliating him.

He said proudly: "My sword, even without spiritual energy enhancement, is enough to defeat you!"

Upon hearing this, Chun Xiaobai was instantly overjoyed.

Not using spiritual energy?

Then aren't you just delivering your head to my blade voluntarily?

What he feared most were those fancy Spells of the Cultivators.

If they didn't use spiritual energy, these "Immortals" were at best Martial Forest experts with better physical fitness.

Competing with him in pure slaughter techniques, if you don't die, who will?

When he was six, his blade technique had already hacked through all kinds of horse bandits, wandering bandits, and mountain bandits within a five-hundred-mile radius. His combat experience was already maxed out!

Chun Xiaobai's tense Face instantly relaxed, his mouth spread, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, and he cupped his hands, imitating the other party: "Alright then, Junior Brother, please enlighten me!"

"You!"

Zhao Wuyuan heard his suddenly relaxed and comfortable tone, and that "Junior Brother," and his Face darkened again with anger.

Chun Xiaobai looked at Zhao Wuyuan standing there like a wooden post, waiting for him to strike first.

Only then did he realize that he thought he was insulting him by not using spiritual energy to spar... he was angry?

"This Great King just hasn't started to Cultivate yet, I really didn't mean to insult you!"

Chun Xiaobai muttered in his heart.

These Cultivators, those who are afraid of death are afraid of death, those who love Face love Face; they really have a bunch of stinky habits.

He didn't spoil this guy who loved Face so much he'd suffer for it. He gripped the sword with both hands, stomped his feet hard, and shouted loudly: "Watch the sword!"

Chun Xiaobai's figure erupted, performing a "Split the Mountain" strike, swirling with sword wind, and slashed right at Zhao Wuyuan's forehead!

Zhao Wuyuan did not move, his eyes indifferent.

Not until that sharp sword edge was about to land on his scalp did he tap his toes, and his figure drifted backward like a ghost for a zhang.

At the same time, he flicked his wrist, and the long sword in his hand lifted like a living creature, drawing a cold light at a strange angle like a spirit snake flicking its tail, heading straight for Chun Xiaobai's Face!