Free Web NovelChapter 1491: Chapter 765: Situ Bufan (2)
Qing Shui did not react after hearing what they said. Hatred? What annoyed them was that the more their emotions affected them, the more clumsy they became. Qing Shui no longer cared about them and walked to the weapon rack to start selecting a weapon.
Looking at the prices of the weapons on sale, checking his money pouch again and again, Qing Shui’s jaw dropped. "Damn it, it seems I can only afford that ordinary iron wooden sword. Forget it, I’ll buy it." The previous Scryrius iron sword had already been worn out by Qing Shui, who used it repeatedly while practicing swordsmanship in the Violet Jade Fairy Realm.
"Boss, can you sell me this iron wooden sword cheaply?" Looking at the ordinary iron wooden sword, it cost 18 layers of silver; despite the exquisite craftsmanship, the sword’s weight was much heftier than he expected. Furthermore, its edge and tip were not as sharp as he preferred; it was a bit blunt, seemingly not a weapon at all. On the contrary, it resembled more of a decoration or child’s toy.
"No haggling, this sword is made by our smith master," the middle-aged boss resolutely said. Qing Shui had no choice but to smile tiredly when purchasing the iron wooden sword.
When Qing Shui finally walked out of the shop, his challengers all breathed a sigh of relief, especially Situ Bufan, whose sword in his hand trembled uncontrollably.
"You, too good, too good, too good..." After speaking, Situ Bufan was furious, almost erupting. Thinking that Qing Shui would belittle him.
Qing Shui shrugged, it wasn’t that he didn’t want to purchase a suitable weapon. However, with the money he had left, he had no choice but to choose this. "If I had known Situ Bufan would be enraged to such an extent, it would really be a waste; I would have chosen a branch before meeting the challenge. It might as well let Situ Bufan burst a blood vessel and die, which would save me the trouble."
"Kill the hillbilly who doesn’t know death."
Despite all the verbal abuse, Qing Shui felt nothing. He would not lower himself to their level.
This time, Situ Bufan dared not underestimate Qing Shui. He cautiously drew a blue treasured sword, and at that instant, the sword’s body seemed to flicker with several layers of blue light, emitting a chill, causing the surrounding temperature to drop drastically.
"My sword is also known as Frozen Sword, prepare to meet its creator!" Even before finishing his sentence, Situ Bufan had already leaped forward violently, his sword arching continuously, marking out pathways for Qing Shui to advance and retreat."
"Since you want to play, I will play with you!" From the mantra of three sentences, he comprehended Iaido techniques practiced millions of times, developing them to transform ordinary into the extraordinary. Qing Shui executed the Iaido technique, without any illusion. It looked simple and ordinary, the only emphasis being on the word "speed." His attack’s speed was dazzlingly fast, reaching an unimaginable realm.
Qing Shui’s ordinary sword strike seemed to shine like a comet’s light. It dazzled the spectators and even himself. Although he couldn’t see the murderous intent infused in Situ Bufan’s sword strike, Qing Shui was not worried. In that period, before the attack reached him, Qing Shui knew he could release a torrent of up to hundreds of sword stabs.
"Bang!" Qing Shui’s sword pierced the Youchi Acupoint on Situ Bufan’s wrist. The strike’s speed was not only as fast as lightning but extremely accurate. If someone practiced with a sword for decades, such a thing might be possible.
Situ Bufan stood dumbly there, not even realizing what had happened. When he began to sense, he was filled with doubt, his eyes turning into flying saucers. Seeing his dumbfounded expression, Qing Shui took the opportunity to wink.
Situ Bufan realized early on that Qing Shui was using swordsmanship. "I have no way to win bare-handed, therefore, I wanted to rely on my weapon’s sharpness to effortlessly defeat him, but like before, he only used one strike. Not only that, the strike came from ’basic swordsmanship’!"
"What the hell? This kid is using ’basic swordsmanship,’ isn’t that impossible? Although the form looks similar, the speed and power behind it are extremely fierce. Thinking can be used in this way with the sword shape from ’basic swordsmanship.’" A young man of Situ Bufan murmured after coming to his senses.
"Blatt, I don’t know what witchcraft you’re using. Taste my sword!" Another youth, who earlier looked down on Qing Shui, after coming to realization, began using a movement skill, swiftly moving in a zigzag form, launching a sword strike on Qing Shui.
Qing Shui calmly analyzed his current opponent’s swordsmanship. From the surface, the sword looked extremely fierce, seemingly rushing straight at him. However, from the opponent’s walking manner, attack angle, and eye direction changes, Qing Shui knew that the sword strike’s action was false; the actual sword strike yet to reveal itself. Pretending to ignore this, Qing Shui decided to show some openings prominently to lure the swordsman. He found this arrogant young man annoying early on.
Just as Qing Shui anticipated, standing still there, was the first stab, with more strength and speed. "Shadow Illusion Sword Technique!" the young man shouted. As the sword stab was about 3 inches away from his body, Qing Shui executed Ghostly Step, swerving to the left, as his wrist flipped. Qing Shui spun the iron wooden sword in his hand, making the sword’s edge face the ground. He used the flat side of the sword body, mercilessly smashing it against the opponent’s temple at incredible speed.
"Pa!"
Upon immediately fainting, the arrogant youth lost consciousness. Qing Shui’s strike aimed directly at his head. If Qing Shui wanted his life, it would be as easy as flipping his palm.
Possibly shocked by Qing Shui defeating two comrades, or potentially from the crowd’s mocking expressions, the remaining young people couldn’t bear it, as they all drew weapons rushing towards Qing Palace.
Looking at other young people’s enraged faces, Qing Shui helplessly shook his head and began executing his "Ghost Stairs." "One strike, one kill," his shadow flickering in and out of shades, repeatedly stabbing out with the iron wooden sword in his hand. Qing Shui watched Situ Bufan’s thunderstruck expression, waved at him, and smiled. All his friends were unknowingly laying on the ground dead.
Situ Bufan’s heart filled with agony. This group of friends, especially Shi Zongyao from the Shi Clan, had already broken through to the Fifth Grade of the Martial Arts General District. Recalling when he lost to Qing Shui in the Qing Clan, and after returning to Baili City, Shi Zongyao had the greatest tone, scolding Situ Bufan until dog’s blood dripped down his head. He called him a pighead and other nasty names, throwing away "Baili City’s" face. Now thinking, that same "country bumpkin" actually defeated Shi Zongyao. Isn’t his defeat more disgraceful than his own?
This is merely human nature. When only one person is defeated, that person will inevitably feel useless. However, when within a group, one who has a stronger cultivation level lost, it’s no longer shameful. Standing before them is someone stronger, that is a fact!
At this moment, the commotion made many people train their sights on him on the street. Qing Shui didn’t want to be observed like a caged animal in a zoo, so he signaled Qing Shi and Qing Shan to prepare to leave the area. However, he turned his head at that moment, numbness filled his heart. Was he hallucinating? The icy face of the person he had always dreamed about was right in front of him!
Shi Qingzhuang!
Shi Qingzhuang, wearing a fiery red pleated skirt, her cold eyes filled with complexity. She stood quietly there, not even saying anything, just staring at him silently.
Now, Qing Shui’s heart raced. The person he always wanted was standing in front of him, gazing at him. Despite having two lifetimes of experience, he was still essentially a virgin, with little experience with the opposite sex. Although he read many books on dating theory, even watched plenty of arts films, how can that compare to reality! He licked his lips, telling himself not to be nervous when greeting Shi Qingzhuang.
"H... Hi! How are you? Do you remember me? That day, when you visited Qing Village, I was the one riding the horse." Qing Shui mumbled, hastily showing a smile, disguising his awkward stammering moment.
Shi Qingzhuang’s cold muse with her sexy red lips slightly twitched, revealing a faint smile. The ah-ha smile, like the brilliant sunlight giving life in winter’s harsh cold, like the happy breeze blowing across you in the summer’s heat. Qing Shui found himself forgetting what he prepared to say, lost in her smile.
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