r18novel Chapter 9 Winning the Championship
Chapter 9 Winning the Championship
Wudang swordsmanship is elegant and agile, but when Yuanbao uses it, it becomes straightforward, stiff, and lacks variation.
Katsu Mansong could have easily dodged to the side, but to humiliate him, he didn't dodge and instead raised his hand.
Whoosh~~
He held the longsword between two fingers, his feet remaining completely still.
Sheng Wansong's face was calm and composed, while Yuanbao's face was flushed red as he struggled to move forward.
However, no matter how hard he tried, he could not make any progress, and the white sword in his hand trembled.
"Wudang swordplay has countless variations, combining both hardness and softness, and emphasizes using the opponent's force against them and using stillness to control movement."
Sheng Wansong gripped the tip of his sword, his voice calm, "But I observe that you are acting recklessly and irritably, completely lacking the composure expected of a Wudang disciple."
"It's the same in the tavern; if someone makes a few criticisms, you should pierce their tongue."
"If all the Wudang sect members were like you, it would be truly disappointing."
Upon hearing this, Yuanbao not only did not hold back, but instead mustered all his strength, his Taoist robe rustling in the wind, and his face turning even redder than the red-faced tiger watching the battle.
Just as he reached his limit, Sheng Wansong suddenly released his grip and dodged to the side.
Yuanbao was in a state where his old strength was exhausted and his new strength had not yet been generated. He fell to the ground in one fell swoop, and the white light sword in his hand slipped out of his grasp. His disheveled appearance caused the whole audience to burst into laughter.
Sheng Wansong kicked him in the side, sending him off the field, then picked up the white light sword and threw it.
The white sword slashed across the Taoist's face and pierced the ground.
Yuanbao didn't even bother with the sword; hearing the loud laughter all around him, he scrambled away from the scene.
Red-faced Tiger was worried about this, saying, "Brother Sheng, you're not going to get away with treating Wudang disciples like this."
"I am in the right. The Wudang Sect is a reputable and righteous sect. Even if they come knocking on my door, I will confront them face to face!"
The young man's clear eyes reminded Red-Faced Tiger of himself when he first entered the martial arts world. Back then, he also believed in the code of honor, but in reality, it was a world where the strong prey on the weak.
"I am not worried about Wudang, but there will always be people who do unwise things in order to curry favor with Wudang."
With so many people around, Wang Hu didn't want to say too much. He offered a few words of advice, but stopped short of saying anything more: "Now that you've defeated Wudang Yuanbao, young hero, would you like to rest for a while?"
"What's the harm in plowing the courtyard and sweeping away the holes? Next one!"
He achieved early success and was full of vigor.
Wang Hu was stunned by what he saw, and chuckled to himself. The other party was young but already had martial arts skills that surpassed his own. He was bound to become famous throughout the world in the future. What did he have to worry about?
At this moment, another Wudang disciple made his grand entrance.
"Yuan Tai of the Wudang Sect apologizes for his junior brother Yuanbao's previous rudeness. Please forgive him, young hero."
The Wudang disciples this time were tall and imposing, with an extraordinary air about them. They also seemed very reasonable, which made them instantly likable.
but.
Yuan Tai was also present at the restaurant. He stood by but did not intervene. Afterwards, he did not apologize to the two but went directly to the old beggar from the Beggar Clan.
The only difference between the two is whether they play the good cop or the bad cop.
To be more precise, Yuanbao was merely a tool used by him to do evil and maintain his righteous image.
"I know my strength is inferior to yours, young hero, but how can I stand idly by while my sect is insulted?"
Yuan Tai drew his three-foot sword from his waist. "Yuan Tai of Wudang, let me show you the true Wudang swordsmanship."
Both Yuan Tai and Yuan Bao strike first, but Yuan Tai's moves are more varied than Yuan Bao's, as he combines footwork with deliberate energy storage.
Sheng Wansong had never learned swordsmanship, but he could tell that this swordsmanship was quite exquisite.
Before it even reached Sheng Wansong, the sword was already wielded like an electric fan, almost blocking his way.
"Cloud-Dispelling Palm - Overwhelming Force!"
With a single palm strike, the sword light dissipated.
The palm strike pierced through the sword light and hit Yuan Tai in the chest, sending him flying backward, spitting out blood, and crashing out of the arena.
Sheng Wansong slightly raised his hand and said insincerely, "Your swordsmanship is superb, and I have no choice but to hold back. Please forgive me."
Yuan Tai struggled to his feet and returned the greeting, "Thank you for your guidance, Young Hero Sheng. I admit my inferiority due to my own skill."
Seeing him turn and leave, Sheng Wansong secretly plotted in his heart.
This boy is cunning and scheming; he must not be allowed to live!
"Victory over Wansong!" After announcing the result, Red-faced Tiger exclaimed, "I pride myself on having roamed the martial world for thirty years and seen much, yet I have never heard of such a powerful palm technique. Indeed, the martial world is vast and full of wonders."
There's no such thing as the Cloud-Dispelling Palm; it's just a matter of strength that makes bricks fly and brute force overcomes all techniques.
The only palm technique that Sheng Wansonghui possessed was the Tathagata Palm, but the Tathagata Palm had too much Buddhist aura, and once it was used, the world would change color. How could these small fry possibly understand it?
"Next."
There won't be a next one.
Two Wudang disciples were easily defeated and seriously injured, one more so than the other. Even the most confident among the others knew they were no match for them.
If it weren't for these two humiliated individuals, the others would have wanted to go up and try their skills.
But after this happened, no one dared to go up.
Sheng Wansong waited for an hour.
Logically speaking, the game should have ended.
But the prefect did not nod, so Red-faced Tiger had no choice but to wait a while longer, until he could wait no longer before finally speaking.
"If no new challengers emerge within one hour, this year's Chu Xiang Heroes' Gathering is over."
"The victor! The victor will triumph over Wansong!"
There was no thrill of swordplay, no heated atmosphere of head-to-head confrontation, and no mutual respect between evenly matched opponents.
The Chu-Xiang Heroes Gathering, which was originally scheduled to last for half a month, ended prematurely.
Fortunately, the Chu Xiang Heroes' Gathering was held outdoors and there was no entrance fee; otherwise, he would have definitely started cursing.
"Seeing the Wudang disciples in such a sorry state makes the trip worthwhile."
"Hmph, Sheng Wansong? He has a third of my youthful style."
"Weren't you a pig butcher when you were young?"
The awards ceremony at the Chu-Xiang Heroes' Gathering was held on-site, under the watchful eyes of many.
The prefect's officials carried a rectangular wooden tray with three items on it.
On the left is an oval jade pendant, light and translucent green, with the words "Chu Xiang" inscribed on it. It is the symbol of the champion of the Chu Xiang Heroes' Gathering in past dynasties. Since it was held only once a year, the material used was not considered precious.
On the right is a money bag, bulging with loose silver coins; even someone with a stoic expression would find it hard to suppress a smile upon seeing it.
At the very center was an exquisite paper sticker with the four large, gold-embossed characters "Mingjian Villa," which was also the purpose of the gathering of martial arts practitioners today.
As the prefect presented the prize, he said with a smile, "Young Master Sheng, I plan to hold a banquet tonight to celebrate, and I've also invited Instructor Zhang. I wonder if you're free tonight?"
"I'm busy."
Sheng Wansong refused outright, took the reward and left, showing no respect to the prefect.
Back in the audience, they only saw An An.
An'an wasn't worried at all. She relayed the message: "Master, that Fang guy has been kidnapped. They said you have to exchange him for a visiting card."
"Is that so!"
Sheng Wansong was shocked. "Since things have come to this, let's eat first."