Chapter 376: Chapter 219: Sword Duel (2) But he was born with a good appearance, far more handsome than Cao Qiupu... and that’s precisely why, despite his unkempt appearance, he carried an air of carefree grace.
His steps were wobbly, casually pressing the sword:
"Since we met in Long City, we’ve crossed swords over thirty times. What’s the tally?"
"Fifteen wins, fifteen losses, one draw."
Zong Yang stood with his hands behind his back, his clothing not luxurious but clean and neat.
His head adorned with a gold inlaid jade headband, his hair meticulously arranged, a smile at the corner of his mouth, with a gentle demeanor:
"So, Brother Li should give it his all to bring our battle to a close, right?"
"Ah, you’re even more persistent than the girls at the Drunken Spring Tower... Fine, fine, let’s do this quickly. I’d like to head to the Shen Family for a nap afterward."
"Alright."
Zong Yang nodded slowly:
"Please... watch the sword!"
He raised the sword in his hand, drawing it slowly from its sheath.
He appeared as a serious person, serious in his speech, serious in his attire, and now serious in this sword duel as well.
As his sword emerged from the sheath, it seemed as though a breeze picked up around them.
Clear Wind!
By the time everyone noticed the breeze, Zong Yang had disappeared.
The "Twelve Forms of Clear Wind" might not sound like an impressive sword technique, but it was actually extremely profound.
Despite his young age, Zong Yang had mastered the essence of this technique. As his sword drew, it was as if he and the sword became one. The sword was like a gentle breeze, all-pervasive, while he remained elusive within the wind.
The sharp sound of the sword resonated in all directions.
Li Hanguang’s sleepy eyes instantly lit up with a brilliant gleam, as if Sword Intent swirled within them!
In the next moment, his sword was also drawn.
Invisible sword radiance exploded in the air, the ’ding ding ding’ sounds continuously echoing.
The two young swordsmen thus began their duel atop the tavern.
Unfortunately, not everyone could comprehend this duel...
Most people could neither understand Zong Yang’s sword deployment nor Li Hanguang’s responses.
They couldn’t even discern, in the blink-of-an-eye exchange, which person they had locked their eyes on.
Yet it didn’t stop them from acknowledging this expert showdown:
"Amazing! Worthy of Li Hanguang, indeed a Three-foot Cyan Blade, Killing Intent with This Autumn!"
"It’s really like a breeze... You think, who can withstand a breeze’s sweep?"
"So exciting! These two are true experts, seeing this duel in my lifetime, I could die without regrets!!!"
The surrounding praise filled the air, even more exaggerated.
Yet few truly understood the match.
Chu Qing slightly raised his eyebrows. Of course, he could understand; every move and stroke of the two was clear before his eyes.
It must be said, to be on par with Cao Qiupu, Li Hanguang indeed had substance.
Though at the moment, he had not displayed much...
However, the opposing "Twelve Forms of Clear Wind" was equally impressive. Just like the phrase ’as the gentle breeze approaches,’ the Sword Intent rolled out unhurried and leisurely, as if the gentle breeze was coming toward you, yet hard to dodge, pervasive and omnipresent.
Yet Li Hanguang not only dodged but also seized every ’Wind Momentum,’ using his Three-foot Cyan Blade to resolve them one by one.
Zong Yang’s expression did not change, his hands and sword remained steady; regardless of his moves being broken, he showed no discouragement.
He simply kept adjusting the variations within his Sword Momentum, attacking from all angles, attempting to dismantle Li Hanguang’s defenses.
Seeing this, Chu Qing sighed softly.
Zong Yang was not Li Hanguang’s match.
He didn’t know how those previous fifteen wins, fifteen losses, and one draw were achieved.
But from the current situation, the Twelve Forms of Clear Wind had been used repeatedly, yet Li Hanguang’s sword technique remained fundamental moves like block, point, lift, pick, tilt, and stab.
The duel had reached a point where there was little left to say.
At this moment, Zong Yang suddenly leapt up, body mid-air, his long sword held sideways, the Wind Momentum condensed around him.
Whoosh, crash!
The surrounding tiles were dragged by his Sword Momentum, making fragmented sounds, everyone present felt the sharp intent within the wind.
They didn’t know what Sword Qi or Sword Momentum was.
But that didn’t stop them from thinking this move was impressive...
"Zong Yang is about to use his ultimate move!"