Eternal Life: My Lifespan Increases Daily-Chapter 190 - 188: Breaking the Sword Formulas with Strength

Chapter 190: Chapter 188: Breaking the Sword Formulas with Strength

"Well, let’s skip the sparring." Song Changming just felt it would be troublesome.

Guan Weijing was a disciple of Wangyue Pavilion, and he seemed to have some status and position. This kind of sparring without benefit, which might cause trouble, he always avoided.

If he ended up defeating them too harshly, making them resentful, it would just add more issues, which was meaningless.

"Brother Song, are you afraid of being exposed for only having a reputation?" Another Wangyue Pavilion disciple, afraid of missing the spectacle, provocatively spoke out.

This statement was quite aggressive, not only causing Song Changming’s face to darken but also displeasing Liu Yan’Er, Liu Dingsheng, and others.

But Guan Weijing, the senior who led the group, did not express any stance, he just watched Song Changming leisurely.

"Since it’s this way, sparring is fine, but I generally don’t like wasting effort. If you want to compete, why not wager three hundred Han Gold?" Song Changming said slowly.

Though his style was always inclined towards stability, it didn’t mean he would swallow his anger when humiliated by others.

Once you reached this level in martial arts practice, if you still had to endure here and there, what was the point of practicing?

"Three hundred Han Gold?!" The eyes of the brothers couldn’t help but widen.

Seeing Song Changming being inconspicuous, they didn’t expect that he would propose such a significant amount.

Aside from Guan Weijing, probably no one amongst them could come up with such money.

Even with Guan Weijing’s identity and background, this was no small amount.

Guan Weijing squinted his eyes, a hint of coldness revealing itself.

If Song Changming dared to raise the stakes with three hundred Han Gold, it meant he was not afraid of him and even felt certain he would win.

Thinking of this, Guan Weijing suddenly smiled lightly and pulled out a rather weighty money bag.

"I just say how coincidental, today I happen to bring three hundred Han Gold, looks like Brother Song and I are destined to spar today."

"Senior Brother Guan, there are rules within the sect that one shouldn’t spar with others indiscriminately when out..."

Liu Yan’Er’s words were interrupted halfway by the disciple who instigated earlier, "Yan’Er Junior Sister, it’s just a small spar between martial artists, merely confirming each other’s Martial Tao, nothing more."

"Don’t worry, Junior Sister, I know my limits, and I certainly won’t hurt Brother Song!" Guan Weijing said with a faint smile.

The situation had come to this point, and Liu Yan’Er couldn’t persuade any more.

After all, Song Changming himself had already accepted the challenge and even voluntarily added a huge wager.

"Yan’Er, just watch." Shen Xueyu pulled Liu Yan’Er and shook his head at her.

If Liu Yan’Er continued to protect Song Changming, it might only add fuel to the fire, making Guan Weijing even more displeased and strike heavier.

"Senior, could we borrow the courtyard here?" Guan Weijing subsequently looked at Liu Dingsheng.

"You may, just as long as you don’t demolish the old man’s estate." Liu Dingsheng glanced at Song Changming, frowned, but still nodded in agreement.

Truth be told, if it were anyone else competing with Song Changming, he wouldn’t worry.

After all, he knew how powerful Song Changming was.

Only the one present, from the Hidden Sect Wangyue Pavilion, and ranked in the Earth List, made him unsure whether Song Changming could win.

"This kid, if he loses these three hundred Han Gold on this impulsive act today, he’ll surely have to ponder this matter seriously later. There are countless heroes in the world, he can’t let his current rapid improvement make him arrogant..."

Liu Dingsheng thought to himself.

By now, Song Changming had already positioned himself in the courtyard, and the others retreated to the side.

White brought Song Changming the Dragon Pattern Saber, while Song Ping’an fetched the remaining three hundred Han Gold he had after purchasing the Body Refining Secret Technique.

The reason he proposed this sum as a wager was because this was all he had, he couldn’t come up with more.

Since there was going to be this match, he counted on this fool coming to him, to have his assets super multiplied!

If he truly managed to find the Meditation Technique in the future, he’d have enough funds to purchase it.

"Please!" Guan Weijing drew his sword, raising his head to look at Song Changming.

"Please." Song Changming, with a usual expression, also not wanting to waste time, stepped forward.

The next moment, without seeing him exert any force, it felt like a gust of wind propelled him in an instant to Guan Weijing’s front.

Guan Weijing’s pupils shrank abruptly, his sword intent soared to the sky, resembling a lonely high moon, cold yet clear!

The next moment, he thrust his sword, from its tip spilled a large expanse of Moonlight, this was the manifestation of the sword intent within the Martial Technique, wielded through Inner Qi.

The manifested sword intent was the essence of the Martial Technique, its power far exceeded that of the Martial Arts Sword Momentum.

Of course, he had sword intent, and Song Changming had sword intent too.

The Martial Arts Qi Vortex within him surged out a massive amount of inner qi, pouring into the blade.

Next, the Wind Dragon manifested!

Clang!

The Wind Dragon coiled around Song Changming’s Dragon Pattern Saber, although it was worn out after breaking through the Moonlight, the momentum of his Dragon Pattern Saber did not diminish, it forcibly split through Guan Weijing’s Moonlight.

When the blades clashed, the giant strength of tens of thousands of pounds erupted with unmatched power.

Guan Weijing was greatly shocked, feeling the terrifying giant strength surging like a tide. The thought of resistance flashed by for just a moment before being cast aside, and his figure took advantage of the massive impact to retreat into the air.

Flipping in mid-air, he landed on the wall of the courtyard and looked at Song Changming with eyes filled with astonishment and doubt.

What was that kind of giant strength just now? Never seen it before?!

"Come down, lest the courtyard wall gets damaged." Song Changming glanced at the already cracked courtyard wall under Guan’s feet and did not pursue him, only spoke with a frown.

This statement made Guan Weijing’s expression even uglier.

In his view, during this sparring, he should be the one who was at ease.

But now the situation was reversed.

Guan Weijing said nothing, descended from the courtyard wall, his inner qi surged wildly, and he mobilized his Martial Technique Sword Form to attack Song Changming once more.

This time, he clearly did not hold back anymore.

Song Changming only felt a sky full of starry river appearing before his eyes, Fleeting Images.

Amidst the absolute stunning shock, infinite killing intent was hidden within.

Song Changming’s gaze sharpened, spiritual power dispersed, enhancing his perception.

The Wind Dragon on the saber rose again, yet was easily swallowed by the starry river.

"As expected of a disciple from Wangyue Pavilion, quite something..."

Song Changming thought to himself, it was the first time he saw such a sophisticated sword technique, feeling a sigh in his heart.

"It’s just a pity..."

No matter how sophisticated and profound the Sword Formulas are, they are still limited by the practitioner’s own level of strength!

Song Changming’s gaze condensed, slashing with the saber into the wind!

This time, two Wind Dragons attached to his saber, carrying unimaginable giant strength to crush downward.

Two distinct energies collided, the starry river of the opponent was impacted, consequently twisting.

Sword Intent crumbled!

The wind ceased!

The crowd looked again.

In the field, Guan Weijing was standing motionless at his original spot, his longsword hanging low, gaze somewhat blank.

In front of his forehead, Song Changming’s saber edge was pressing there.

Dots of blood seeped from his forehead and hung on his handsome face, which was hurt by Song Changming’s final Sword Qi.

"This, Senior Brother Guan actually really lost!!"

A few brothers and sisters felt a small shock in their hearts.

They had thought that Song Changming might be able to hold out a few more moves against Guan Weijing. After all, the opponent was also a strong figure on the Earth List.

But they didn’t expect a total reversal, Guan Weijing couldn’t even hold out for long against Song Changming.

"I observed that Senior Brother’s Sword Intent was evidently stronger than the opponent’s Sword Intent, yet why was it that Senior Brother couldn’t stand it first..."

"Indeed strange, if I didn’t see it wrong, the opponent’s applied Ninth Grade Saber Technique at most, and Senior Brother Guan’s Moon Universe Sword Technique is the acknowledged Seventh Grade! How could he lose?"

"The opponent broke through Senior Brother’s sword formula purely with strength!"

"With strength?"

"How can brute force possibly break through..."

A few brothers and sisters were discussing heatedly among themselves.

Standing beside Liu Dingsheng, Liu Yan’Er and Shen Xueyu also looked surprised.

Song Changming’s performance exceeded the anticipation and even imagination of everyone present.

Even Liu Dingsheng was no exception. In his imagination, even if Song Changming could surpass the opponent, it would be a slight victory after a heated battle.

How could it be this kind of easy victory after just three or two saber moves, seemingly one-sided crushing due to the huge strength disparity.

"Could it be that the opponent is just an empty title, a sham?" Liu Dingsheng blinked his eyes, looked at his granddaughter nearby.

In Liu Dingsheng’s mind, the prestige of Wangyue Pavilion was reduced several notches by Song Changming.

"How was it?" Song Changming tilted his head, looking at Guan Weijing in front of him.

Guan Weijing’s mouth twitched twice unconsciously, though his heart was thundering, feeling aggrieved, angry, unwilling, various emotions swirling.

But in the end, he still forced himself to maintain a few degrees of grace, not losing the battle and also losing face.

"I am inferior, underestimated people around the world, will remember Brother Song’s great reputation, surely will come again to seek advice in the future!"

"Sure, come again next time, remember to bring more Han Gold." Song Changming sheathed his saber, this time agreeing readily.

After all, who would go against money, in these days, finding such generous fools of this caliber isn’t easy.