Chapter Eighty: The War of Disciples

  "Mo Sangsheng, are these three juniors your successors? It seems that this old man's successor will have to fight against the three of them alone!" Feng Xuan led Bai Cang and Dong up the hill.

  "Qian Wuhe and Ming Yang are just here to watch the battle, not speaking is my successor." Mosang Sheng looked at Bai Canghai with a frown, "He's your successor?"

  "Yes, it's only been a short while, about half a month, the qualifications are too poor, and I've only learned less than 10% of my old man's skills, but it's enough to surpass your successor." Feng Xuan said with great pride.

  Mo Sangsheng didn't believe that Bai Canghai was the true heir of Feng Xuan: "Today is a battle between our two heirs, if your heir uses someone else's martial arts skills, even if you win, there will be no glory on your face."

  "What are you talking about? Am I that kind of person? I guarantee my disciples won't use irrelevant martial arts to make you lose and admit defeat." Feng Xuan said angrily.

  Although Mo Sang Sheng was still suspicious of Feng Xuan's motives, he couldn't think of anything else Feng Xuan could be up to at the moment. He temporarily put aside his doubts and turned to Hua Bu Yu beside him: "Bu Yu, this is a rare opportunity. Brother Feng is one of the top two experts in Feng Hua City, second only to the city master. Why don't you first play 'Du Mu Jian' for Brother Feng to give some pointers?"

  "There is no second best, only the first." Feng Xuan said with a roll of his eyes.

  The flower did not speak and could not talk, after making a bow, it summoned a long sword, also without the divine light of its true name, from the starting hand seal, using Mo Sangeng's "Solitary Wooden Sword" once.

  At first, Feng Xuan was somewhat disdainful, but after watching for a while, he was slightly moved. Hua Bu Yu's swordsmanship was surprisingly solid and not inferior to Mo Sang Sheng. Every move had been practiced thousands of times and had almost become second nature.

  Hua Bu Yu sheathed his sword and returned to Mo Sang's side, whereupon Mo Sang asked him, "Brother Feng, what do you think of Wu Yu's swordsmanship?"

  "Great, you've actually picked up a treasure. At your age, you're not as good as him," Feng Xuan said.

  Mo Sang Sheng smiled: "Not speaking of his innate talent, which is indeed not bad. What's even more rare is that he's neither arrogant nor impatient, and has been diligently practicing with me since childhood. Except for the weakness of his Benming Divine Light, all his other martial skills have already reached my level of eight-part fire refinement."

  "You stinky little brat, show me your knife skills too. Although you're mediocre and only learned less than 10% of my true teachings, you still need to try your best not to embarrass me." Feng Xuan said to Bai Cangdong standing beside him.

  "Yes sir." Bai Cangdong responded with a pretentious tone, drew out his Baron-level broadsword and began to wield it in a series of elegant moves.

  Mo Sangsheng originally let Hua Bu Yu practice the knife method first, just to see what kind of material Bai Cangdong brought with him, and whether Feng Xuan was playing tricks or not. Who knew that Bai Cangdong's knife method wasn't actually a knife method at all, but rather the "Dumu Sword" that Hua Bu Yu had just used.

  Mo Sangsheng was somewhat annoyed and amused, but could only endure the sight, initially not taking it seriously. Bai Cangdong's "Dumu Sword" looked like a decent imitation, but was actually all show and no substance, completely useless.

  But after watching for a while, Mosang Sheng was moved again. Even if it's just superficial, Bai Cangdong still brought out the entire sword technique without any difference. In the end, he even subtly entered the true realm of "Dumu Sword". If it were really just one watch to use "Dumu Sword" in this way, it would be quite astonishing.

  "Good memory." Mosang Sheng only praised Bai Canghai's memory and didn't comment on his swordsmanship.

  "Enough looking and enough talking, let them start getting serious." Feng Xuan said impatiently.

  Mo Sang didn't see through Bai Cangdong's depth, but there was no other way out either. Fortunately, he had great confidence in Hua Bu Yu and didn't say anything else, gesturing for Hua Bu Yu to go into battle.

  Hua Bu Yu was mute, so he simply paid his respects and then directly drew his sword to attack Bai Cangdong, his swordsmanship stern and majestic, a true master's style.

  Bai Cangdong was carrying a thick-backed knife with a look of comfort, Hua Bu Yu stabbed with one sword, he also stabbed with one knife, and surprisingly still used "Du Mu Jian".

  "Feng Xiong, your disciple is being a bit too presumptuous." Mosang Sheng's face showed a hint of anger.

  "It's better for kids to be lively." Feng Xuan said casually.

  Huā bù yǔ used Dú Mù Jiàn, Bái Cāng Dōng also used Dú Mù Jiàn. Huā bù yǔ used tài yī bù fǎ, Bái Cāng Dōng followed and used tài yī bù fǎ as well. Anyway, Bái Cāng Dōng had made up his mind that no matter what Huā bù yǔ used, he would follow suit.

  Of course, apart from Taiyi Fist, Bai Cang's other martial skills were extremely poor and not a match for Hua Wu Yu at all, so he was always in a state of being suppressed by Hua Wu Yu.

  Fortunately, he had been studying the Taiyi Step all this time. Although the Taiyi Step he practiced was far from the real one, it was not inferior to Hua Bu Yu's Taiyi Step, allowing him to maintain an undefeated position.

  Mo Sang's eyes flashed with cold light, and the swordsmanship of Bai Cangdong was nothing to be trifled with. The footwork, however, had truly grasped the essence of Tai Yi Step, despite having many differences and being incomplete. It was astonishing that it could rival the true Tai Yi Step practiced by Hua Bu Yu.

  Hua Bu Yu has been suppressing Bai Cang Dong all along, but he can't truly defeat him. On the contrary, Bai Cang Dong's footwork and swordsmanship are progressing at an extremely fast speed, and his solo wood sword technique is gradually becoming more refined. The disadvantage is also slowly turning around.

  The strings of the wind were secretly delighted in his heart, but Mo Sang Sheng's face didn't look too good. He had come with full confidence, thinking that Huā Bù Yǔ would surely win without a doubt. Who knew that the other side hadn't even used their own martial skills, and yet Huā Bù Yǔ was already hopeless? If things continued like this, he might really be defeated by his own martial skills.

  "Give up already, you've lost." Mosang Sheng directly made Hua Bu Yu admit defeat, lest all the martial skills be stolen by Bai Cangdong. The more they fought, the worse it would get.

  The flower did not speak with a face full of anger, it was clear that he had the upper hand, and yet his opponent hadn't even used their true martial skills, but he still had to admit defeat in such an unclear manner.

  "Good job, kid." Feng Xian Yue's mouth was agape.

  "Feng Xiong has actually found such a talented disciple, I, Mo Sang Sheng, can only admit defeat." Mo Sang Sheng was also unhappy in his heart, but had to concede, feeling very stifled.

  "You mean to say that I just found a good apprentice?" Feng Xuan raised an eyebrow, he naturally saw Mo Sang Sheng's discontent, but today he came to have fun, came to bully Mo Sang Sheng, and would not let him off so easily.

  "With a disciple like this, it's all the same whoever comes to teach him, he has never actually used your martial skills." Mosang Sheng said.

  "Alright, since you've said so much, you won't be convinced unless I show you my martial skills. You little brat, go ask Mo brother to teach you a few moves and let him see how well you've mastered my techniques." Feng Xuan's eyes gleamed with sly light, his heart already triumphant: "I'm indeed formidable, the disciples I've taught can even rival Mo Sangsheng, from now on, what face do you have to be mentioned alongside me in Fenghuacheng?"

  Bai Cangdong had already walked out, Mo Sangsheng's facial muscles twitched, his heart was already furious: "Good, I'll see what level of martial arts skills my nephew has reached."

  Those who knew Mosang well understood that he was now truly angry.

  "You stinky little brat, how dare you be so disrespectful to Brother Mo? Throw away that broken knife of yours and use my pair of knives. Even if Brother Mo loses, it'll be said that he lost to my knives, and at least we'll save face." Feng Xuan's words were also venomously vicious.

  Bai Cang took over the twin blades, swinging them in the air a few times. The feel was extremely good. The handle and blade were almost equal in length, with both sides of the blade having an open edge. It could be said that it was more like a sword than a knife.

  "Draw your sword." Mosang said coldly, he was already furious.

  Bai Cangdong said "please" and then raised his twin blades and chopped towards Mosangsheng.

  Mo Sang's ruthless attack, the solitary wooden sword, the Taishi Step Method and the Whirlwind Sword Light were far beyond what Bai Cangdong could match. Naturally, Bai Cangdong did not dare to use the martial skills he had secretly learned to counterattack again. With all his might, he used the Wind Bow's dual-blade knife, serrated knife, and quarter-body method to resist, but still fell into a disadvantageous position, being suppressed without any chance of counterattacking. Even with all his strength, he could only ensure temporary safety from defeat.

  At first, Mosang Sheng still wanted to maintain his 20-grid Benming Shenguang to defeat Bai Cangdong. However, he discovered that Bai Cangdong was incredibly resilient and got smoother with each fight, seemingly improving every moment, although being completely suppressed, but somehow couldn't be knocked down in a short period of time, instead letting him gradually get into the state.

  In his anxiety, Mosang Sheng continuously increased the power of his Benming Divine Light, thirty ranks... forty ranks... fifty... one hundred ranks. When he reached one hundred and fifty ranks, he still couldn't directly knock down Bai Cangdong, whose tenacity left him extremely shocked.

  "This child will not be eliminated, and in the future, he will surely become a great calamity." Mosang Sheng's heart moved with murderous intent, his face remained calm and expressionless, but when he drew his sword, he suddenly raised his Benming Divine Light to its peak, and the terrifying golden light transformed into a spiral shape, instantly piercing Bai Cangdong's brow.

  Boom!

  The wind string suddenly appeared in front of Bai Cang, with a palm knife fiercely slashing towards Mosang Sheng's sword light. The double forces collided, and the explosive force almost flattened the entire small hill.

  "Mo Sangsheng, you're still so shameless, able to take the life of a junior." Feng Xian said coldly.

  "Xianzhong's martial skills are superb, and for a moment, he couldn't help but feel itchy to stop his hand. Please forgive me, Brother Feng." Having lost the opportunity to kill Bai Cangdong, Mosangsheng also stopped his hand, saying with a face full of shame.

  Feng Xian didn't say anything else, and directly took Bai Cangdong away. On the road, he said to Bai Cangdong: "You kid really exceeded my expectations, being able to hold on for so long without losing against Mosangsheng's Benming Shenguang of 150 grids. I couldn't have done that at your age. However, this also means you're too conspicuous, and that despicable Mosangsheng has already developed a murderous intent towards you. From now on, you must be extremely careful."

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