The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 510 Falling from the Nine Heavens

The young man was making suggestions and reciting poetry, but his face was dark.

He heard the phrase "fuck the heavens."

But it's not easy to lash out.

Although the Huanhua Sword Sect hasn't produced any Celestial-level or top-tier masters in recent years, it has flourished thanks to the protection of the Embroidered Uniform Guard and its reputation as a top-tier expert, its influence now rivaling that of the Taishan Sect in its heyday. Even major sects like the Celestial-level have to treat it with respect out of respect for the Embroidered Uniform Guard.

But this only exacerbated the contempt that people in the martial arts world had for the Huanhua Sword Sect.

The phrase "fuck the heavens" just now is proof of that.

Firstly, it was just something he blurted out and he didn't mean to swear; secondly, they were comrades who were going on an adventure together tonight, so it wasn't worth getting angry over such a small matter.

He was truly furious, so he added three more points of force to his sword, determined to subdue Li Miao in one move, at least to salvage the sect's image in front of the people in the room.

This sword finger technique, though devoid of true energy, is still a truly masterful skill.

The young man was already the cream of the crop in the Huanhua Sword Sect, a personal disciple of the sect leader Liu Chengxuan, so his talent was naturally extraordinary. The current Huanhua Sword Technique had also been personally rearranged by Li Miao, and in terms of refinement, it was no less than any other celestial or divine lineage.

This sword strike was a mix of feints and real attacks, taking a sudden turn for the worse!

In an instant, it reached Li Miao's chest at the Tanzhong acupoint!
The other martial artists in the room nodded in agreement, thinking that as expected of a disciple from a top-tier sect, his skills were indeed extraordinary. Few people present could withstand such a move without any internal energy.

Not to mention Li Miao, who was being dragged along by a single hair.

Several people shifted their gaze to one side, waiting for the young man to subdue Li Miao so they could assign men to him.

The instant their gaze shifted away.

"hiss!"

A suppressed cry of pain rang out.

At first, everyone thought it was perfectly reasonable, but then they suddenly realized what was going on.

Why does that voice sound so young?
Turning back to Li Miao, one could see the young man, who had been so confident just moments before, clutching his finger and staring at Li Miao in disbelief, with a few drops of blood seeping from between his fingers.

The ones who suffered a loss were actually the young people from the Huanhua Sword Sect!

Across from him, Li Miao was casually holding that strand of hair, with a drop of blood hanging from its tip, swaying precariously as he moved, without falling at all.

"There's something wrong with that sword strike of yours."

Li Miao said with a smile.

The young man's face flushed again.

"Brother Li, you can say whatever you want, but you can't talk about my sect..."

Li Miao shook his head and smiled.

I'm talking about you.

"The person who created this sword technique is obviously a top-notch figure in the world. He must be handsome and elegant, so there is definitely no problem with this sword technique. It's just that you're using it incorrectly. Come, let me teach you how to use this move."

"Raise your hands."

Before the young man could respond, Li Miao raised his hand and flicked the hair straight, then stabbed it towards the young man's face!
The young man often sparred with his fellow disciples in the sect, so he was naturally very familiar with how to counter his own sword technique. He instinctively raised his fingers, encompassing the entire space in front of his chest, and even defended against the follow-up move, "Falling Nine Heavens".

Unexpectedly, Li Miao didn't recite any poetry or change his moves. Instead, he simply poked his eyes with a strand of hair, as if he wanted to blind him!
In the blink of an eye, his eyeballs were only inches away!
At this point, the young man's arm swung too far over his head, and he had no choice but to instinctively defend himself, raising his hand to block in front of his eyes.

At that very moment, Li Miao's lips curled into a smile.

"A waterfall cascades down."

Swish!
A strand of hair suddenly fell, striking his acupoint at the center of his chest! "Hiss—"

The young man instantly understood why Li Miao had said his move was problematic.

Firstly, he was obsessed with reciting poetry, and even more so with reciting "the waterfall plunges straight down" before changing his move. Isn't that just telling his opponent when he was going to change his move?
Secondly, the timing of the sword strike was wrong. This move was meant to first target the eyes and then the chest, taking advantage of the opponent's hasty retreat and self-concealment to catch them off guard. However, the change of move was too early!
But in the end, Li Miao only had a single strand of hair.

His hair was too soft; if the speed was too fast, it would bend. He could easily react to Li Miao's current attack speed!
The sword suddenly fell, blocking the hair.

"Phew, Brother Li, I—"

The young man felt that although he had already countered the move, Li Miao's martial arts skills were far superior to his own, and the outcome of the match was clear, so he was about to admit defeat.

He was halfway through his sentence when suddenly his vision blurred.

At the same time, he heard Li Miao's teasing voice.

"Just let it plunge straight down and that's it? Is that how your master taught you?"

"The Milky Way is in the sky."

pat.

The young man felt a chill between his brows and his whole body. He involuntarily stumbled back several steps, tripped over a protruding brick, and fell directly back to the spot where he had originally challenged Li Miao to a duel.

"Brother!"

The young woman called out and rushed forward to help him up, looking him over to see if he was injured. But when she saw the young man's face, she suddenly froze.

A drop of blood landed precisely on the young man's forehead.

It was the drop that had been hanging on the strand of hair just now.

As the young man stood up, the blood slid down his nose, dripping onto the tip and staining his shirt with a smudge of crimson.

Li Miao casually tossed away a strand of hair, clapped his hands, and spoke slowly and deliberately.

"The person who created this sword technique concealed three variations. You, however, overlooked the most important third variation."

"'Doubt' is like the Milky Way falling from the ninth heaven. This final upward turn is meant to observe the opponent's reaction; it's a feint. But you've discarded this feint and only focused on the first two variations... Isn't that a mistake?"

Before the young man could react, the young woman suddenly looked up at Li Miao and hesitated.

“Brother Li… no, Your Excellency.”

"I am Gong Yudie, a true disciple of the Huanhua Sword Sect. This is my senior brother, Ming Wanhai... May I ask your esteemed name, how you came to know my Huanhua Sword Technique, and whether you have any connection with my sect?"

The young man suddenly realized what was happening.

A pair of eyes looked at Li Miao with admiration, awaiting his answer.

At this moment, not only him, but everyone present realized what was happening!

This Li Xin, who appeared out of nowhere, is actually a master!

Moreover, he is a highly skilled master connected to the Huanhua Sword Sect!

With him in charge, the chances of rescuing General Qi this time have increased dramatically! They might even avoid losing anyone!
In an instant, all eyes were on Li Miao.

Li Miao did not answer the young woman's question. Instead, he walked to the table with his hands behind his back, wiped away the map drawn with tea, and said with a smile.

"I won, so it means I'm in charge now, right?"

"How about this, instead of splitting into two groups, let's all come with me and storm the Dengzhou Guard prison together."

(End of this chapter)