Since greetings had already been exchanged, there was naturally no reason to hold back. From the very first move, Yanqing exerted his full strength.
Six Flying Swords emerged one after another from behind him; not simultaneously, yet in perfect order, they transformed into six streaks of light in various colors. Carrying the sharp sound of breaking air, they shot toward Bai Luan from above, below, left, right, and even from tricky rotating angles!
Watching the Flying Swords strike at extreme speed, Bai Luan remained unhurried, judging the path of every sword with a single glance.
This pathing... interesting.
The Flying Swords came with extreme momentum, yet their trajectories each held a hidden mystery.
No matter which direction he dodged, he would be entangled by at least two or three Flying Swords, and at the end of the optimal evasion route, he would inevitably collide with Yanqing himself, who had already stepped forward to build momentum and was waiting to strike.
The purpose of the scattered attack was not to strike vital points directly, but to seal off dodging space, disrupt the opponent's rhythm, and pave the way for Yanqing's subsequent thunderous blow.
Planning for victory right from the start; he was truly worthy of being the Luofu's youngest swordsmanship genius.
Bai Luan did not retreat; instead, he took a step forward, his figure slightly turning and crouching low in the nick of time.
Half of the Flying Swords grazed his clothes and hair, the resulting airflow stirring his deep black robes.
At the same time, the not white sword had quietly left its sheath, drawing two simple arcs in the air.
Clang! Clang!
Two crisp, resonant chimes rang out almost simultaneously!
The two Flying Swords with the most dangerous angles were accurately struck on their sides, instantly losing their aim and spinning backward.
Bai Luan's movements did not stop; he twisted his body with the momentum, and the last Flying Sword, which had silently targeted the back of his head, just barely grazed the edge of his mask, sending up a shower of fine sparks.
In that lightning-fast moment when the Flying Sword was about to pass, just as its old force was spent and new force had yet to be born—
Bai Luan's empty left hand reached out like a hawk's talon, moving so fast it was a mere blur as he grabbed the hilt of the Flying Sword!
It felt ice-cold to the touch, the blade buzzing and vibrating in his palm as if trying to break free.
With a flick of his wrist, Bai Luan nonchalantly threw Yanqing's own Flying Sword back with a reverse hand!
The sword transformed into an even faster and more urgent streak of light, shooting straight for Yanqing's face; at this distance, it was unavoidable!
Using my own sword to hit me?
A flash of surprise crossed Yanqing's eyes, yet there wasn't a hint of panic.
He casually raised the longsword in his hand, the tip accurately hitting the crossguard of the returning blade. With a clever use of force, he diverted its direction, and with a thud, it was pinned into the ground of the Arena beside him.
Looking up, what he saw was the pitch-black mask, the deep black robes, and the silent yet fierce not white stabbing toward his chest!
In the brief moment he was parrying the Flying Sword and his vision was slightly obstructed, Bai Luan's figure had already advanced before him like a ghost!
Such fast adaptation!
Such a fierce counterattack!
Yanqing did not relax or panic in the slightest as he met Bai Luan's offensive.
He sank his waist and stabilized his stance, his sword turning with his body. Using offense as defense, his blade slashed upward diagonally to meet Bai Luan's thrust.
"Clang—!"
The two swords collided for the first time without any trickery. The crisp metallic ring echoed throughout the empty Arena, and the sparks that flew vanished in an instant between their gazes.
Immediately following was a dazzling and dense exchange of offense and defense, like a sudden downpour!
Cleaving, thrusting, lifting, parrying, blocking, washing... the most basic sword forms evolved into infinite variations in their hands. The sword light wove into a net, and the sound of clashing metal was continuous.
Yanqing's sword style was dense, agile, and varied, carrying the sharp edge unique to a youth.
Bai Luan's sword path was more concise and direct, cutting in at incredible angles every time. While neutralizing the offensive, he left possibilities for lethal counterattacks, faintly revealing an experienced precision and shrewdness that seemed almost instinctive after being tempered a thousand times over.
If Yunli were present, she would definitely complain:
How could someone who has only practiced the sword for a few days, Be this good?
Amidst the fierce struggle, a strange sense of gratification flickered in the depths of Yanqing's heart.
He could truly see the shadows of the basic essentials he had taught over these past few days within Bai Luan's sword, even though they had been integrated and transformed, bearing Bai Luan's unique mark.
Is this how it feels for a teacher to watch a disciple progress?
It really is quite wonderful.
But you really did startle me a bit... gratification is one thing,
But I still won't hold back when I shouldn't.
With a thought from Yanqing, the Flying Swords that had been knocked away or dodged drew elegant arcs in mid-air and shot toward him once more!
Bai Luan glanced at the Flying Swords on both sides, forced Yanqing back with a single strike, then quickly unleashed several more strikes to neutralize the Flying Swords' offensive before turning his head to meet Yanqing's sword moves again.
After being worn down and pinned like this several times, Bai Luan decided to make a move to break the situation.
Once again, he forced Yanqing to defend himself with a fierce straight thrust, taking the opportunity to pull back several steps.
He did not pursue; instead, he raised not white in his hand.
Upon the blade, those dark patterns suddenly lit up with a faint glow.
In the next moment, several pitch-black Sword Shadows, seemingly material, actually split off from not white. They silently hovered beside Bai Luan, slowly circling and guarding him in the center.
The Sword Shadows were solid, with an eerie light flowing along their edges. Matching his deep black robes, he truly possessed the aura of a Sword Immortal descending to the world as described in ancient texts.
Yanqing:?
No, I didn't teach this move?
Can he even realize this on his own?
Is this something that can be realized in just a few days? You're just realizing it like that?
not white:?
No, how did you use that?
Even I didn't know I could be used like this?
Just how did you do it?
Before Yanqing could think further, those black Sword Shadows seemed to receive a command and suddenly shot out, taking the initiative to meet the incoming Flying Swords!
And Bai Luan himself had already attacked again with his sword!
On the Arena, a fantastical battle situation was instantly formed, centered on the intense close-quarters combat between the two, surrounded by the constant clashing of Flying Swords and black Sword Shadows.
It was clearly a duel between only two people, yet it forcefully created the atmosphere of a small-scale battlefield filled with the glint and flash of blades.
After dozens of rounds of such entanglement, they were actually evenly matched.
Yanqing knew that a prolonged battle would be disadvantageous. A sharp light flashed in his eyes as he spotted an opening. He suddenly knocked away Bai Luan's not white with a strike, tapped his toe on the Arena floor, and his figure soared into the air like a startled swan!
His hair flew in the wind, and his blue and white martial arts attire stretched into sharp curves.
He held his sword pointing to the sky with one hand and formed a sword finger with the other, pressing it lightly against his chest.
Pale blue Sword Qi surged out from all over his body like a sudden cold wave; even the temperature of the Arena floor began to drop rapidly, condensing fine ice crystals.
The six Flying Swords seemed to be summoned, transforming into streaks of light as they all returned, circling and gathering behind him. The matchless Sword Qi and coldness were frantically compressed and condensed—
In the blink of an eye, a giant azure Sword Shadow, dozens of meters long and radiating a piercing cold light and bone-chilling frost, majestically took shape behind Yanqing!
The blade pointed directly at the Arena below, and the majestic pressure caused the air to freeze.
Skyward Sword Formation: Bone-Piercing Cold!
Bai Luan looked up, the black mirrored surface of his mask reflecting that giant blade of coldness that blotted out the sky.
Hmm... the power was indeed startling; the escaping cold air had already covered the surface of his robes with a thin layer of frost.
It seemed Yanqing was truly getting serious.
Then let's... take this move!
Bai Luan gripped not white tightly and took a step forward.
The frost on his feet and clothes was shattered, scattering in all directions.
He slightly bent his knees, his center of gravity sinking, and pointed his sword tip diagonally upward, actually striking a stance to meet the attack head-on.
Seeing this, the corners of Yanqing's mouth curled up slightly, and then he thrust this sword toward Bai Luan without hesitation.
"Fall!"