Chapter 753 - 734: Four Slashes (Part 3)
Probably to get a clearer view, Ling Xiao also stood up, folding his arms and watching from below.
Sang Youchong whispered, "Hall Master, the Pavilion Master..."
Ling Xiao shook his head and whispered back, "I don’t know either!"
He didn’t know Xia Wenjin’s real skills either, because he hadn’t seen her go all out. However, he knew that although this young woman was younger than him, she acted meticulously and never fought an unprepared battle.
Back when she saved him, she used intelligence to win.
Sang Youchong and the others turned pale; they hadn’t seen the Pavilion Master in action either and had assumed Ling Master knew. It turned out Ling Master didn’t know either. Why didn’t they rush up themselves? Even if they were reprimanded by the Pavilion Master, they couldn’t let her take such risks!
At this moment, Duan Sizhan’s third cut was unleashed again, this time the Horse-cutting Saber carried a streak of cold light, cutting down at an angle.
It seemed like a simple move, but it contained several variations, and the saber was heavy and fierce, able to be both real and feigned. Indeed, Duan Sizhan’s sword technique was unique!
Xia Wenjin’s gaze didn’t waver in the slightest, matching her Shadow Circulation Step with the Cold Moon Xuying Body Technique, making her entire being dreamlike and elusive. The Horse-cutting Saber clearly circled around her, seemingly about to injure her at any moment, but always missing by a hair.
The third cut missed again.
Duan Sizhan’s expression grew heavier; anyone who could avoid these three cuts had skills at least equal to his own. But fortunately, he still had the fourth cut!
Duan Sizhan moved around the arena, faster and faster, until he was like a whirlwind. Only afterimages could be seen, and within this array of afterimages, a blade’s light split the air like lightning across a gloomy sky, cutting through the atmosphere with a deadly, bloodthirsty intent, aimed at Xia Wenjin.
Not from one direction, but from all directions.
This was a single move, yet Duan Sizhan unleashed seventeen or eighteen cuts from it.
Every cut was meant to take a life!
Amidst the fierce gust, Ling Xiao’s pupils contracted sharply. He felt that even he would have some trouble dealing with this move, the Pavilion Master...
Huh—
Amidst the bright blade light, the fierce killing aura, and the overwhelming wave of saber strikes, there was a ripple like water; of course, it wasn’t water. It was Xia Wenjin’s blue dress hem, like the wind following water, like clouds in the vast sky, seemingly tangible and intangible. In that flurry of blade light and saber formations, she weaved through the narrowest gaps in the blade light at unbelievable angles, like a floating leaf, like drifting dandelions, and slipped out of the saber formation’s range.
Such a powerful cut, and Xia Wenjin still dissolved it effortlessly.
Duan Sizhan’s face didn’t look good. Even if his face remained calm, his eyes showed a hint of emptiness.
Xia Wenjin chuckled lightly and said, "I’ve long heard of Duan Sizhan’s great name and specially accepted four cuts. It truly lives up to its reputation! But compared to me, it’s a bit lacking!"
Everyone: "..."
They finally understood why Ling Xiao and the other disciples of Feiyun Pavilion spoke so infuriatingly and arrogantly earlier. With such a Pavilion Master, how could the disciples possibly be any less?
However, their expressions also weren’t looking good.
They originally thought she was just a little girl causing trouble under her elders’ protection, but she turned out to have such incredible skills at such a young age. Even if she didn’t confront Duan Sizhan head-on, who said a fight must be brute force against brute force?
Xia Wenjin said, "It’s my turn now!"
Her gaze grew colder, with a hint of chill. Duan Sizhan wanted to kill her; she naturally knew. Since he wanted to kill her, why be polite?
The sword light was like a torrent, light and shadow mingled, with blades and sword shadows crossing, making the arena full of chilling aura.
Xue Sheng and the others looked at each other; the previous feelings of disdain were completely gone. This girl was much stronger than they expected! Such exquisite moves, such clever thoughts, such precise calculations, using minimal strength, made sweat pour like rain from the forehead of this burly man, Duan Sizhan.
Finally, with a muffled grunt, Duan Sizhan fell on the stage, with a sword wound on his leg and blood dyeing his long robe red!
Duan Sizhan actually lost.
How many moves was that?
The twenty-seventh move!
Duan Sizhan, who had been a first-class high-tier expert famous in the Jianghu for so long, was defeated by a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl in twenty-seven moves. How terrifying could the people of this Feiyun Pavilion be from top to bottom?
Kui Qijun stood up and said, "My turn!"
She moved up without hesitation, and as she passed the dejected Duan Sizhan offstage, she coldly uttered two words, "Useless!"
Duan Sizhan’s face turned dark with anger, but he dared not speak.
Kui Qijun stepped onto the stage, looking down at Xia Wenjin; she’s beautiful! But soon she wouldn’t be!