Song of Adolescence-Chapter 423 Three Swords to Decide Victory

Yan Zhantian had drawn his sword.

However, Luo Qingyang brushed his fingers lightly over the hilt of his sword. He did not draw his sword, yet with a light flick, he blocked Yan Zhantian's first sword.

"What's this? Luo Qingyang intends to defeat Yan Zhantian without the sword leaving its sheath?" Lei Wujie was shocked. "That's too arrogant."

"Too fast." Xiao Se frowned slightly.

Yan Zhantian roared out loud and slammed down hard. Luo Qingyang and his sword skidded backwards.

Yan Zhantian raised his sword, and suddenly, there seemed to be the sound of thunder in the Heavens.

"This is what Yan Zhantian looks like when his wrath is at its peak. It's been a long time since I last saw it." Xie Xuan's eyes lit up in a rare show of excitement. "Watch carefully now, the wrath intent is going to be more shocking than a thunderbolt!"

"Show your sword!" Yan Zhantian shouted angrily, raised his Army Destroyer sword, and slammed it down.

Wrath Sword Style second move, Sword Decapitated with Fury.

"Good sword," Luo Qingyang said indifferently, then slowly raised his own sword and blocked the sword move again.

This time, the Nine Songs sword remained unsheathed.

In a ten zhang radius around Luo Qingyang, there was dust and smoke everywhere. The ground looked as if it had lifted by three feet, but Luo Qingyang was still standing in the same spot, his expression aloof, and his sword seemingly soft and gentle.

"Return," Yan Zhantian also said a word evenly. The Army Destroyer sword suddenly flew out of its sheath, accompanied by the roar of sudden thunder, but when it returned to its sheath, the thunder roared again!

Since this was his last sword, then it was inevitable - either you die, or I die.

Luo Qingyang sighed softly, flicked his finger, and a silver light flashed. The Nine Songs sword was finally unsheathed.

Yan Zhantian's wrath sword intent was surging, looking as if it were a net enveloping Luo Qingyang from all directions. On the other hand, Luo Qingyang's sword was apathetic and lithe, with one sword move, it pierced through that net like a needle.

The sun suddenly broke through.

The Army Destroyer sword returned to its sheath.

The Nine Songs sword also returned to its sheath.

An Imperial Army guard rubbed his eyes. He already had his eyes glued to the action, but everything happened in an instant. The two of them finished their duel before he got the chance to see anything.

Yan Zhantian and Luo Qingyang stood facing each other.

A huge downpour suddenly rained down.

Upstairs in the teahouse, Lei Wujie sighed softly. "What a marvelous duel."

Ye Ruoyi was not familiar with swords, but couldn't help being captivated by that final sword. "The final sword was both beautiful and magnificent. But… who won?"

"Good question, who won." At the next table, Xie Xuan chuckled, then raised his cup of tea and drained it in one mouthful. "He rode three thousand miles alone into battle, with one sword, he held back a million soldiers. To judge this sword by winning or losing is too vulgar."

"Vulgar as it is, there must still be a result, right?" Mu Chunfeng said.

"Naturally, there will be a result." Xie Xuan knocked on his Book of Knowledge sitting on the table.

"After this duel, Heavenly Revelation's White Prince Residence will never regain the power it once had," Xiao Se said suddenly.

Right after Xiao Se spoke, the people in the building who had yet to confirm who won in this duel finally received a more definitive answer. And what happened next downstairs also confirmed Xiao Se's words.

Yan Zhantian turned and left, and Luo Qingyang stabbed the resheathed Nine Songs sword into the ground.

His path of challenging his sword was not over yet, and he was still waiting for the next swordsman to come.

The White Prince Xiao Chong walked downstairs and draped a large cloak over Yan Zhantian's back. "Da-shifu, thank you."

Under the cloak, Yan Zhantian's hand that was holding his Army Destroyer sword was trembling uncontrollably. He spoke in a low voice, "My skill was inferior to his. I couldn't help Chong'er this time."

The White Prince Residence had lost a lot of its influence, and their one chance was for Yan Zhantian to defeat Luo Qingyang. Then, the position of number one under Heaven would belong to Yan Zhantian. Then, with this number one under Heaven watching over the White Prince Residence, they would naturally have the right to usurp the throne. But after these three swords, even though Yan Zhantian executed the most powerful sword in his life, he still couldn't defeat Luo Qingyang. 𝒇𝑟e𝙚𝑤𝙚𝐛𝗻𝐨ν𝚎𝘭.c𝐨m

"It's fine. As long as da-shifu is alright." The White Prince sighed.

"How much of his strength did Luo Qingyang use in this sword?" Li Fansong asked.

Xie Xuan frowned slightly "Nine-tenths? Eight-tenths? I can only tell that he didn't use his full strength. Otherwise, Yan Zhantian wouldn't have been able to walk away alive. But, as for how much of his strength he used? I've never fought him. I can't tell."

"How about it? Shifu, why don't you fight him too?" Li Fansong urged.

"If I used all of my strength, I probably won't do any better than Yan Zhantian. I can't beat him, can't beat him. How about you go try? You're still young anyway. There's no shame in losing," Xie Xuan replied.

Li Fansong laughed awkwardly. "I have to hide my sword."

"Oh?" Xie Xuan raised his eyebrows.

Li Fansong suddenly became serious. "To kill. I have to kill that person." 𝗳𝙧𝐞𝚎w𝗲𝚋n𝚘𝙫𝑒𝘭.𝑐om

Lei Wujie suddenly stood up.

Ye Ruoyi turned around and hissed, "Are you crazy?"

Xiao Se pressed him down with a palm. "Sit!"

"Why?" Lei Wujie said helplessly. "My two sword immortal shifu aren't here. So, I will challenge their swords against Luo Qingyang on their behalf."

"It's not time for you to flaunt yourself as a hero yet. Wait and see if there are other variables," Xiao Se said wryly.

In another teahouse on the other side of the road, Xiao Yu laughed and remarked, "Looks like this Godfather of mine truly deserves to be number one under Heaven. With him overseeing us, the White Prince Residence has lost all hope of redemption. As for the Yong'an Prince Residence, I wonder if they even dare to fight."

"I heard that Mister Luo cut down the Yong'an Prince Residence's plaque with one sword. Looks like he didn't forget what Your Highness told him. Even if Xiao Se and his friends don't come here, Mister Luo will go look for him," Su Changhe said.

"Patriarch, you are the number one killer of the underworld, and my Godfather is the number one under Heaven of the righteous world. How do you think you compare to him? Who would win?" Xiao Yu suddenly asked.

"I practice the art of murder. We only discuss life and death, not victory or defeat. In terms of martial arts, I am indeed inferior to Mister Luo by a few points, but if you want me to kill him, I have about five-tenths of certainty," Su Changhe replied.

"Five-tenths?" Xiao Yu said faintly.

Below the teahouse, there was a commotion.

Many of the swordsmen who were spectators were eager to try, but none of them had the courage to take that step.

Su Muyu had opened his oil-paper umbrella to shield himself from the sudden downpour of rain.

Wushuang smiled and said, "I didn't expect this umbrella of yours to really come in handy."

Su Muyu lowered his head to look at Wushuang's sword casket that was sitting on the ground. "It's a little noisy."

Wushuang shrugged. "Can't help it. After seeing such a powerful sword, I can't hold them back anymore."

"You can't be thinking of…" Su Muyu was stunned.

Before he could finish his words, Wushuang suddenly jumped up and landed in front of Luo Qingyang with his Unrivaled Sword Casket.

The downpour stopped suddenly.

"It's him!" Lei Wujie was shocked.

"Who's he?" Li Fansong and others asked.

"Wushuang. Wushuang of Unrivaled City," Xiao Se replied slowly.

Xie Xuan smiled. "Interesting."

"Unrivaled City, Wushuang. I've also come and challenge Senior's sword." Wushuang cupped his fists.

The White Prince who was just about to leave, spun around. Wushuang also turned his head to look at him and smiled. "Don't be in a hurry, old friend. Senior Yan is not the only one from the White Prince Residence to answer this fight."