The First Sword of the Universe

Chapter 318 Xu Xingchen: There is no such book as the Nine Yin Manual in the world.

The sky darkened, the bright moon hung high, and endless silver light spilled onto the sea and Peach Blossom Island.

It also landed in the peach blossom grove.

The pink peach blossoms were draped in a thin veil of moonlight, which made their figures, hidden in the dim light, clearer.

A bonfire was burning brightly, illuminating an area of ​​several feet in radius.

Xu Xingchen sat by the campfire, the Dragon Slayer Sword resting across his knees, looking speechlessly at the old rascal Zhou Botong in front of him.

Zhou Botong was not tall, but rather chubby with a round face. Even his facial features, such as his eyes, nose, ears, and mouth, were all very round.

This image made him appear extremely kind and approachable.
His eyebrows, beard, and hair were very long and grayish-white, making him look around seventy years old, but his clear black and white eyes did not belong to his age at all.

At this moment, Zhou Botong was sitting by the campfire, glaring angrily at the culprit and the extremely wicked man in front of him who was only wearing tattered trousers, looking just like a child who had been tricked.

His nose, which had been swollen and red from hitting the tree, had fully recovered, and the two streaks of blood that had flowed out were wiped clean by his sleeve.

for a while
Xu Xingchen sighed and spoke first: "Zhou Botong, why don't you speak?"

"Whoever speaks first loses," Zhou Botong snorted, his head held high. "It seems I've won this match!"

Hearing this, Xu Xingchen was both amused and exasperated, and asked in return, "Then do you want to know why I know you are Zhou Botong? And why I know Ying Gu?"

Zhou Botong immediately turned his head and kept nodding his head: "I want to know! I want to know!"

Xu Xingchen pursed her lips: "You want to know, but I don't want to tell you!"

"This, this..." Zhou Botong scratched his head anxiously, puffing out his beard and glaring, "How could you not tell me? You know, my heart is itching like bugs are crawling on it!"

Xu Xingchen said with a smile, "It's okay, it'll tickle for a while, you'll get used to it!"

Zhou Botong jumped up from beside the fire and shouted, "You, you're a bad person!"

"You're a bad person."

"You're a bad person who bullies me."

Zhou Botong paced anxiously around the fire, muttering to himself.

As she walked, she suddenly squatted down, tilted her head, and glared fiercely at Xu Xingchen. Seeing that Xu Xingchen was unmoved, she stood up again in a huff and continued walking back and forth.

Then, he suddenly turned around and glared at him.
After several strange glares and turns, seeing Xu Xingchen sitting there unmoved, watching his antics with a smile, he finally snorted and jumped in front of Xu Xingchen, baring his teeth and threatening, "Kid, if you don't tell, I'll beat you until you cry!"

Xu Xingchen shook his head and laughed, "Are you kidding me? I not only don't believe you can beat me into tears, but I also don't think your martial arts skills can surpass mine."

"What? You dare say my martial arts are inferior to yours?" Zhou Botong roared angrily, "Boy, take this!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a chubby fist came flying at him. The speed was neither fast nor slow. If Xu Xingchen hadn't dodged, he would probably have gotten a panda eye on his face.

Xu Xingchen certainly wouldn't let his fist hit his face. Although he would recover quickly, it would hinder his subsequent actions.

With a wave of his hand, he deflected the incoming fist to the side, and then faced the second fist.

As Zhou Botong watched his fists being repeatedly deflected by the young man in front of him, he raised an eyebrow and unleashed a flurry of punches.

A punch to the left, a punch to the right.
A right punch, a left punch.
The more they fight, the faster they get; the more they fight, the quicker they become; the more they fight, the greater their power grows.
Soon, a series of loud popping sounds came from between the two, and gusts of wind spread out, brushing against their hair and suppressing the flames of the campfire.

After a few breaths.
Zhou Botong's fists were so fast that they created afterimages.

Xu Xingchen also switched from blocking with one hand to blocking with both hands.

Thump thump thump thump thump thump.
When the two forces became strong enough, Xu Xingchen could no longer sit steadily on the ground.

In a violent collision, the two were thrown backwards simultaneously.

Zhou Botong somersaulted and landed on a peach tree three zhang away, laughing heartily: "Fun, so much fun! Your martial arts are indeed extraordinary, and your internal strength is not weak either. Let's continue fighting!"

As he spoke, he pushed off the peach tree beneath him and leaped over, his legs unleashing a barrage of kicks that left afterimages as he rained down on Xu Xingchen like a storm.

Xu Xingchen sometimes used his fists and palms to block, and sometimes he used his sword sheath to attack.

In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged more than ten blows. The battlefield had also shifted to an open area several feet away, avoiding the wildly flickering campfire.

In this exchange, the two players went beyond simply focusing on the speed of their attacks, incorporating variations in their techniques.

Xu Xingchen's martial arts moves are sometimes exquisite and complex, sometimes simple and effortless; his strength combines both hardness and softness, and he can do whatever he wants.

Zhou Botong's martial arts, which combine fists and feet, are not the martial arts of the Quanzhen Sect, but rather a completely different and extremely strange set of fist techniques.

He was like a child, catching grasshoppers, playing with caterpillars, chasing a yellow dog, and flapping his wings like a bird on the grass.
Every movement, every move, is innocent and childlike, full of fun; yet the power is ethereal and soft, almost imperceptible.

However, Xu Xingchen had experienced too many battles, encountered too many masters, and witnessed far too many martial arts moves; therefore, no matter how strange, mysterious, and exquisitely varied Zhou Botong's set of fist techniques was, he was still able to deal with it with ease.

"Zhou Botong, how's my martial arts? Isn't it amazing?"

"Hmph, your martial arts are not bad, but my Empty Fist is not inferior either."

"Empty Fist? Does the Quanzhen Sect even have such a martial art?"

"This is a set of boxing techniques that I created myself. It can turn the illusory into the real and the real into the illusory, and transform power between the illusory and the real. It is the most yin and softest boxing technique in the world."

"Oh, is that really so? I don't believe your fist technique is the most yin and softest in the world; my fist technique is the most yin and softest."

Xu Xingchen felt Zhou Botong's Kongming Fist, which was both soft and resilient, and was incomparably yin and soft. He was secretly amazed, but he would never admit it and continued to provoke his opponent.

Zhou Botong, enraged by his relentless attacks, roared, "My fist technique is the most yin and softest in the world! If you're so capable, show me your fist technique, and let's have a contest!"

"Let's compete! Who's afraid of who!" Xu Xingchen shouted loudly. Between his fists, palms, and sword sheath, a force suddenly appeared that pulled and shifted, reflecting back all of Zhou Botong's fist techniques, whether they were real or feinted, soft or tough.

Instead of using his own Yuan Magnetic Ring, he used the Qiankun Great Shift technique!
Without transforming, the Qiankun Great Shift technique is actually more suitable than the Yuan Magnetic Ring.

Although Zhou Botong was somewhat flustered, he still managed to neutralize the rebounding Empty Fist.

After a dozen or so moves, he felt the familiar force constantly rebounding back, and he was both surprised and envious: "Strange! Strange! Your martial arts are really strange, it can actually reflect all of my Empty Fist back?!"

He swirled the scabbard of the Dragon-Slaying Sword into a whirlwind, deflecting seven or eight punches from Zhou Botong with a series of cracking blows. Truly, he was weak against the weak and strong against the strong, returning the force of each punch to its back: "Zhou Botong, my martial art is called the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth; no matter who fights me, I can reflect their martial arts back; even Hong Qigong's Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, or Ouyang Feng's Toad Stance, cannot harm me."

"Since mastering this divine skill, I have been invincible throughout the world; even amidst thousands of troops, I remain undefeated."

"It can be said that my martial art is the number one martial arts skill in the world. There is no other divine skill in the world that can compare with my Qiankun Great Shift."

"You're talking nonsense!" Zhou Botong shouted defiantly as he continued his attack, "The greatest martial art in the world is undoubtedly the Nine Yin Manual; the Nine Yin Manual is the most extraordinary martial art in the world!"

Xu Xingchen deflected the power of the Empty Fist again, feigning a cold laugh, "I've also heard of the Nine Yin Manual; however, it's all just hype."

"Among so many martial artists in the world, the vast majority have heard of its name, but no one has ever seen anyone master the martial arts described there; nor has anyone ever seen anyone use the martial arts from the Nine Yin Manual to travel the martial world and make a name for themselves."

"So, if you ask me, there is no such thing as the Nine Yin Manual in this world. It's just a lie that someone made up to deceive the world!"

Zhou Botong unleashed seven kicks and eight punches in quick succession, his anger flaring as he exclaimed, "Yes, the Nine Yin Manual truly exists in this world!"

"I don't believe it. No one in the world has ever seen that book." Xu Xingchen's sword sheath curved and twisted, leading Zhou Botong's Empty Fist to a peach tree nearby.

The peach tree did not break; instead, it shook violently, and all the peach blossoms detached from the branches and flew into the sky, falling like a shower of countless petals.

"I've seen it, I've seen the Nine Yin Manual." Zhou Botong curled his body into a whirlwind, as if he had grown seven or eight arms, and popped the air with a series of popping sounds.

"You've seen it? Is it the kind of book where you see the four big characters 'Nine Yin Manual' on the cover, and the pages inside are completely blank, without a single word?" Xu Xingchen also turned his body into a spinning top, dodging and taunting him.

Zhou Botong suddenly sprang into the air from his spinning state, somersaulting a series of times as he crashed down, unleashing swift and powerful punches as he loudly protested, "It's not that kind of book! I've seen the real Nine Yin Manual, and I've even read its contents!"

Xu Xingchen used his right hand to pull and shift the series of Empty Fist techniques back, then laughed loudly, "Have you really seen it? So, the Empty Fist you're using now is a martial art from the Nine Yin Manual?"

"No." Zhou Botong, who had been sent flying backward by the force of his own punch, landed on the ground and stopped fighting. He said loudly, "As I said before, the Empty Fist is just a set of fist techniques that I created myself."

"Although I have read the Nine Yin Manual, I have not learned any of the martial arts techniques described in it."

Xu Xingchen turned to the side and did not continue the attack, only smiling faintly, "Since you've seen it, why not learn it?"

"To put it bluntly, either you're lying to me, or you think the martial arts in the Nine Yin Manual are all made up or extremely ordinary."

(End of this chapter)