Chapter 40: The Warrior's War

  For the young man's self-righteousness, Zhao Ji was almost speechless, if not for his last bit of civilized upbringing, he would have beaten him up long ago.

  "Are you sure? If so, we can only meet with swords drawn."

  The worst result still came, in order to maintain his status as the overlord of Qiaomu Town, he had to give an explanation to his fellow disciples at the Wu Guan, even though he knew that Zhao was unlikely to be simple, and could only be tough to the end.

  "Hmph, if you want to fight, then fight, what's with all the nonsense?"

  Zhao Ji let out a cold snort, but instead of being intimidated, he seemed to be excited.

  After practicing the inner skill, Zhao Ji formally became a martial artist and had been wanting to find a worthy opponent to fight with, but unfortunately, he hadn't had the chance. Today, finally having someone to fight with, it's no wonder he looked rather excited.

  "In that case, let's have a one-on-one duel. If you win, this matter will be settled once and for all. But if I win, you must apologize to my junior brother."

  The senior brother provoked and said.

  This gamble, Zhao Ji was really hesitant to accept for the time being. Although he wanted a fierce and intense battle, as for whether he could win or not, he really didn't have any confidence.

  The cultivation of the three layers in two days, is only a third-rate martial artist, with nothing but a set of finger-soft swordsmanship and the lightness skill of divine movement, and the opponent's strength is still an unknown number, so the outcome is still uncertain.

  Seeing Zhao Ji's sudden silence, the eldest brother sneered: "What, are you afraid?"

  Although he knew that he was using a provocative method, that kind of arrogant attitude and contemptuous tone still made Zhao Ji secretly angry.

  With a cold glance, Zhao Ji's voice was icy as he said: "It's not that I don't dare to gamble, but this condition is unfair. If I win, you must apologize to me together with Lu Xing. If you agree, then let's have a battle."

  "Good."

  Master didn't hesitate at all and agreed right away.

  After the agreement, they each retreated with their own companions and Zhao Ji and the young man set up their formations not far from Qiaomu Town, preparing for a fierce battle.

  "Zhou Anchang, the third generation master of the Mantis Boxing School, what is your honorable name?"

  With a straight body and a stern air, the young man carefully followed the rules of Jianghu, clasped his fists in both hands, slightly bowed to Zhao Ji, and said loudly.

  "I am Zhao Ji, just an ordinary and unknown person."

  Zhao Ji returned a courtesy and said calmly.

  Zhou An Chan wielded his sword, with a golden silk large ring knife at his waist. When the treasured sword was unsheathed, a faint golden light burst forth from the sword.

  Zhao slowly drew out his fine iron sword, skillfully wielding a sword flower. With a flick of his wrist, the long sword emitted a "humming" whirring sound.

  The two sides confronted each other, staring at each other for a moment, and after the clash of momentum was over, one knife and one sword quickly approached, and a fierce battle broke out.

  With Zhao Ji's cultivation of three layers after the extreme day, his aura and momentum are almost negligible, and Zhou Anchan is about the same.

  So, just now, the confrontation between the two, the clash of momentum and all that, was more about pretending to be tough, searching for the other's weakness, which is the real goal.

  When he made his move, Zhou An's actions were as swift as the wind. His body fluttered and in an instant, a distance of two or three zhang was left behind him. With one slash of his knife, his power was unmatched.

  Zhou An's refined knife skills were a unique style, with each move accompanied by a whirring wind sound, and every knife strike was incredibly powerful.

  Such a powerful and overbearing knife technique made Zhao Ji dare not to harden, his body flashed and dodged, light as a willow catkin, fluttering back and forth.

  Under the sparse and swift slashes, Zhao Ji's figure was like a small boat in a stormy sea, dodging and weaving with ease. In one moment, he had not been struck by the large blade once.

  The divine and ever-changing light body technique was displayed by Zhao Ji, and it indeed flowed smoothly, leaving Zhou An unable to counterattack.

  "Good swordsmanship, quite powerful, but a bit slow in speed. Now it's your turn to receive my next move."

  He took a step back, retreating from the range of Zhou An's flashing sword light. Zhao Ji shook his fine iron sword and said loudly.

  As soon as the words fell, Zhao Ji welcomed Zhou Anchang's knife light and went up, and the fine iron sword in his hand naturally unfolded the Wudang Finger Soft Swordsmanship, with flashes of sword light splashing out.

  More than half a month's time was enough for Zhao Ji to practice the Finger Soft Swordsmanship to a relatively familiar level, perhaps not to the point of being able to wield it with ease, but the 72 sword styles could be performed in any order.

  The way of the sword and the way of the knife are different, with a focus on lightness and speed. Some masters can unleash dozens or even hundreds of swords in a single swing.

  The Soft Sword Technique is somewhat different from ordinary sword techniques. In terms of agility and unexpectedness, it surpasses ordinary sword techniques by a margin.

  Using a harder and more rigid pure iron sword to perform the Whirlwind Sword Technique made Zhao Ji feel extremely inconvenient, compared to using an alloy soft sword to perform the Whirlwind Sword Technique, its power was much weaker.

  Although the power was much weaker, Zhao Ji's move still had a remarkable effect. A bright sword light flashed and inserted itself into the thick knife light, causing the knife light to become discontinuous immediately.

  The seventy-two routes of the Soft Sword Technique, Zhao Ji had just started using it, and there was still some stiffness in it. In terms of the connection between moves, there were some discontinuities, often giving Zhou Anchan opportunities to counterattack.

  Every time Zhou An Chang finds an opportunity, with a fierce and violent attack of his treasured sword, Zhao Ji will always be flustered for a moment, needing to rely on the ingenious and nimble "Divine Movement Hundred Changes" to extricate himself from the unfavorable situation.

  However, as the two fought fiercely on, Zhao Yi displayed his mastery of the Whirling Finger Sword Technique, becoming increasingly proficient and smooth in his movements. The disjointedness between his techniques grew less and less apparent.

  Until Zhao Ji's Finger Soft Swordsmanship was fully unleashed, the sword light could dance into a cluster of light and shadow. At that moment, Zhou Anchan was immediately suppressed, as if a bird had fallen into the encirclement of a heavenly net, wanting to break out but having no energy.

  This was still Zhao Ji who hadn't used his alloy soft sword; otherwise, Zhou An Xiang wouldn't have been able to barely hold on and would have lost long ago.

  Two men rose to fight, dozens of people on both sides cast their attention, all silently praying in their hearts, hoping that the person on their side would win.

  "Heaven bless, Zhao brothers must win, let this matter be over soon, don't let there be any aftermath."

  Watching the two fight, seeing both sides fiercely battling, their figures entwined together, unable to distinguish who was winning or losing, Zeng Yi couldn't help but become deeply worried and secretly prayed to heaven.

  "Village head, you can rest assured that Zhao brother's strength is unfathomable and he will definitely win. He will also ensure the safety of our Zeng family village, so please don't worry."

  His tightly clenched fists revealed the anxiety in Zeng Da Zhuang's heart, but seeing Zeng Yu's worried look, he still gently comforted him.

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