Chaotic World Book-Chapter 469 - 456: Sword and Gu

This boast was so arrogant that even the tribal leaders who had been arguing with each other could argue no more, and they all stared at Zhao Changhe in unison.

Yue Hongling sat on a small stool, resting her cheek on her hand, watching with great interest as Zhao Changhe took the lead.

A little jealousy stirred in her heart, but not much to speak of; she was especially interested in the style of someone who fights alone against numerous heroes and wished she could participate herself. Unfortunately, the jerk had put it definitively as "those who beat me," not, "we can bring out two people from our side." What a pity, what a pity.

But that’s okay, it was really dashing.

The little brother had truly grown up now, growing precisely to her aesthetic... That sword pointed obliquely, the silhouette standing proudly alone, was truly beautiful.

Sisi pursed her lips and quietly tugged at the corner of Zhao Changhe’s garment. "Hey, don’t be too arrogant. Even though there aren’t exquisite moves like yours here, the Gu techniques can compensate. The Chaotic World List doesn’t reflect this aspect, and you could easily suffer a setback if you’re ignorant of it."

Zhao Changhe smiled and said, "Isn’t that great? I want to experience the Gu techniques of the Miao Region. Is there a better way than a one-on-one arena?"

Yue Hongling smiled faintly; she felt the same.

Previously, when attempting to assassinate Lan Tiankuo, the reason for the "failed mission and entrapment" was because she encountered Gu techniques she found difficult to comprehend, though fortunately, it ended with more fear than harm. In fact, she had learned a lot from Sisi before daring to make her move, but it was different from a deep firsthand experience. If she could have a chance to challenge heroes one-on-one, it would be a wonderful thing for a swordsman who wanted to experience the world’s cultivation.

Of course, this required courage and confidence, otherwise, it was just going up there to embarrass oneself. Don’t think there are few from the Chaotic World List here; with the addition of Gu techniques, all assessments of strength have to be redone.

Sisi stamped her foot. "I couldn’t care less about you. I’m worried that if you lose, I’ll lose my seat!"

"Rest easy, Holy Daughter." Zhao Changhe looked around and whispered, "Hey, is there a ritual for going into battle, like a blessing from the Holy Daughter or something?"

Sisi was startled, then her eyes suddenly curved into crescents. "Hey, you acted all serious with me before, but now that Sister Yue is by your side, instead of being more serious, you suddenly start flirting with me? So you like doing it in front of someone, huh... when she’s not around, it’s dull, isn’t it..."

Zhao Changhe said without words, "I was just joking. Where does your mind wander off to?"

Sisi huffed, "There is a ritual for going into battle; kneel down and lick the Holy Daughter’s foot."

Zhao Changhe subconsciously glanced at her foot.

Despite moving through the forests barefoot, why can it always be so brilliantly white and translucent? Even if her True Qi could protect her feet now, what about the earlier years? Logically, they should be quite rough...

Sisi looked at him with a playful smile. "Do they look nice?"

Damn it, no matter how nice they look, who would lick them? Have the maids gone mad?

Before Zhao Changhe could respond, a voice came from behind:

"Holy Daughter Sisi... Holy Daughter Sisi?"

Zhao Changhe turned his head and saw a young man in black clothes standing in the centre of the arena, looking at him, speechless.

Are you here to challenge the heroes, or are you here flirting with your Holy Daughter?

Zhao Changhe’s face did not turn red, in fact, it did, but it was invisible, "I thought you all were discussing, just asking the Holy Daughter for some last-minute instructions..."

The man said, "Meng Tai from the Dong Clan, here to learn from protector Sisi’s swordsmanship."

Zhao Changhe confirmed, "So, everyone agrees on this dueling method?"

That White Clan leader said, "Yes, since the Spirit Clan proposed it, we’ve discussed it and think it’s a straightforward and good approach. It’s difficult to judge the strength of each clan; the powerful should always be respected."

The way of the martial world is indeed the same everywhere... glad they don’t test you on the Four Books and Five Classics.

Zhao Changhe nodded and subconsciously prepared to hold the hilt of his sword upside down to Meng Tai as a gesture of respect, but suddenly realized that this Central Plains’ courtesy was inappropriate and instead performed a flourish with his sword: "Come on."

Meng Tai’s face showed anger... they also had their etiquette; this act from old man Sisi seemed to him an expression of contempt.

With indignation, he advanced with a "swoosh" sound, his longsword cutting through several meters of space, aiming directly at Zhao Changhe’s neck: "Watch out!"

Meng Tai was using a blade, a common single-edged sword.

Zhao Changhe, to this day, wasn’t very confident in his swordsmanship, but when it came to the blade, he could consider himself one of the Grandmasters of this era; he understood sword momentum and Sword Intent very clearly and they had very few variations. Almost without looking, he knew all of Meng Tai’s subsequent change-ups and strategic points for retaining power.

"Swoosh!" The light of the sword flowed like water, pointing at Meng Tai’s wrist.

It was precisely timed to his key point of starting all changes. No matter how he varied his moves, he could not escape the sniper of this sword, and all his follow-up moves were completely broken off.

A mere sword move, yet connoisseurs like Lei Zhentang and Yue Hongling were visibly moved.

Excellent swordsmanship...

However, Meng Tai remained unfazed. His wrist twisted as if boneless, allowing Zhao Changhe’s sword to pass by without striking its mark!

Meng Tai’s sword momentum was only slightly hindered by the twist for a moment before it recovered, relentlessly cleaving towards Zhao Changhe’s neck.

Zhao Changhe, having misjudged the follow-through, struggled to retract his thrust. The blade was already upon his neck, forcing him to rapidly withdraw his longsword and dodge, relying on his sharp movements to narrowly avoid the attack.

Just one strike resulted in a perilous situation, plunging him into a definite disadvantage.

It was indeed too easy for people from Central Earth to stumble in the Miao Region... It went against common sense.

Sisi whispered a reminder from behind: "This is the Spiritual Snake Gu, which makes the body and bones as flexible as a serpent. Don’t judge his limb movements by conventional means. And since this Gu clashes with others like the Giant Strength Gu or the Copper Skin Gu, it shows he’s pursued agility at the expense of other areas..."

Before she could utter the word "loss," Sisi suddenly widened her eyes.

Zhao Changhe, who was originally at a disadvantage and floundering, began to move more freely while Meng Tai, despite his seemingly fierce and relentless strikes, could no longer maneuver with ease. It was as if he were stuck in a quagmire, shocked when moving left, facing a mountain of blades when moving right, hesitating everywhere until, in frustration, he performed a small ’Frog Jump’ and furiously slashed: "What sorcery are you using!"

The user of Gu techniques calling someone’s skills sorcery almost made Zhao Changhe laugh out loud.

Facing this ’Frog Jump’ attack, Zhao Changhe felt a tinge of nostalgia: "That ’Frog Jump’ looks familiar... You’re not leaping gracefully enough, and you lack power."

As he spoke, his longsword, despite being later in motion, arrived first and gently tapped on Meng Tai’s Dantian. Threads of Sword Qi seeped in, locking up all Qi flows within the opponent’s Dantian.

Meng Tai’s strike went limp as Zhao Changhe caught it with his left hand and pushed forward: "Brother Meng, your Spiritual Snake Gu is quite interesting... I’ll seek your guidance another time."

Meng Tai silently experienced the locked True Qi within him and was amazed: "What sorcery did you use just now?"

Zhao Changhe was not stingy with his knowledge: "That was a Sword Qi formation. Each of my sword moves left behind a trace of lingering Sword Qi. The longer we fought, the more Sword Qi accumulated around you, trapping you like in a Sword Array, rendering you unable to display your agility no matter how flexible."

Meng Tai exclaimed in astonishment: "How did you do that? Why can the Sword Qi linger in the air without dispersing!"

Zhao Changhe smiled slightly: "That’s a secret not known to those outside the Spirit Clan."

Meng Tai sincerely bowed: "I am defeated."

Sisi was quite pleased with herself.

But actually, she rolled her eyes behind the scenes. The Spirit Clan didn’t know this secret either... The sword light filling the Central Court was a unique method of Tang Wanju!

When Tang Wanju decomposed the fight between Dragon Sparrow and Ancient Sword Dragon Emperor, she utilized this very tactic. However, her application was more exquisite, the Sword Qi spilling like water, dragging weapons down as if they were in a deep pool, utterly immobilizing them. Zhao Changhe’s Sword Qi was just that—Sword Qi, dense like a forest, yet not refined enough for more intricate uses. But it was sufficient. Against such a foe, this strategy was the optimal solution, and Sisi didn’t even need to give pointers from behind.

The arena began to quiet down.

Zhao Changhe did not recognize Meng Tai, unaware of his reputation... In fact, the man was not just some ordinary swordsman; he was an extremely famous master of the Dong Clan, proficient in both sword skill and Gu techniques, with a loud reputation in the Southwest.

Yet, facing this ’old grandpa Sisi’ in combat, the victor was decided within a few breaths, without even utilizing Gu to assist, relying purely on sword skill!

For a moment, not another person stepped forward to challenge, and the atmosphere grew tense... Could it be that this unassuming member of the Spirit Clan was actually this powerful?

Lei Zhentang’s face was stern as he slowly said, "Using only swordsmanship in the battles between the hundred halls of our Southwest seems a bit peculiar, don’t you think? Those unaware might think it’s a swordsman’s competition amongst the Central Plains martial artists."

Zhao Changhe curiously asked, "Don’t we of the hundred halls in the Southwest practice swordsmanship? Then what’s the pretty Miao Blade that Clan Leader Lei carries on his waist for?"

Lei Zhentang replied, "Only when the Sword and Gu become one does it become our method."

"Actually, I possess Gu as well. I never would have thought that a Great Grandmaster like Clan Leader Lei wouldn’t have noticed," Zhao Changhe said with a grin as he suddenly flexed his arm, which bulged in a circle: "Look, Giant Strength Gu."

Lei Zhentang’s face twitched, and he fell silent.

"However, it doesn’t seem quite good-looking to bully others with brute force. To discuss swordsmanship with a hundred tribes, that’ll suffice." Zhao Changhe’s swollen arm retracted, and he pointed his longsword: "Who else would like to offer guidance?"

The crowd watched him silently, seeing the excitement in his eyes; he genuinely hoped for more adversaries to fight and to experience the techniques of the hundred tribes.

It seemed he wasn’t fighting for his clan’s benefits but was in pursuit of embracing the wonders of the world and seeking the gates to his Sword Dao.

Sisi retreated and sat back on her small bench, sitting shoulder to shoulder with Yue Hongling, resting her chin on her hands and murmuring softly, "Sister Yue, it seems like he’s hijacked your journey of training."

Yue Hongling implied meaningfully, "Training is something one does on their own, there’s no such thing as someone taking it away... but I am afraid some people might want to take something else..."

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