The world of martial arts, the immortal swordsman in the mortal realm.

Chapter 69, Section 84: Be humble, I'm only among the top five in the world. [Seeking monthly votes!]

"You can understand all of that?"

Cheng Buyou laughed heartily:
"Young Lu, you're exaggerating too much! My senior brother's 108-style Gale Sword technique was created by him after more than ten years of secluded training, exhausting his intellect. It's unique in the world. If you can understand it, wouldn't you be a born sword god or sword immortal?"

My second incarnation was born with the soul fused with the "Sword Intent of Immortal Slaying," so I guess I could be considered a born sword immortal?

Just as Lu Chen was thinking this,

Huang Rong's voice came:

"Uncle Cheng, I've said before that my brother Lu Chen's swordsmanship is quite good. His nickname is 'Little Sword Demon'. There aren't many sword techniques in the world that he can't understand."

Having just arrived in this new world, Huang Rong decided to keep a low profile and not reveal her identity as the "Heavenly Divine Sword" for the time being.

Cheng Buyou glanced back at Rong'er, who had just come out of the main hall, and chuckled to himself:
"What a little sword demon! That's quite an impressive nickname. Rong'er, what's your nickname?"

Clearly, he didn't take Huang Rong's words to heart at all.

They assumed that the child was just a kid who had never seen a real master before. He had swept through a street and defeated a few thugs, so he considered himself to be a martial arts master, unparalleled in the world.

Huang Rong said with a smile:

"My name is Little White Dragon."

"Little White Dragon..."

Seeing Huang Rong's smug expression, Cheng Buyou almost burst out laughing, and said with uncontrollable glee:

"Rong girl, your nickname is pretty impressive!"

Just as we were speaking.

Feng Buping had finished practicing his sword technique once, and sheathed his sword, looking at Lu Chen:

"Can you understand my swordsmanship?"

Although he was practicing his sword just now, as a martial arts master, being able to see in all directions and hear in all directions is a basic skill, so he naturally heard Lu Chen and Cheng Buyou's conversation.

Lu Chen nodded:
"I can understand the moves. But the secret to generating power cannot be seen with just the eyes."

Cheng Buyou chuckled and said:
"If you can figure out the secret to my senior brother's swordsmanship and the way he uses his strength, then you'll truly become a celestial swordsman!"

He was still grinning foolishly, but Feng Buping's expression changed slightly:
How could Lu Xiaozhi actually explain the "secret to channeling and generating power" instead of just focusing on the spectacular moves?
As the saying goes, experts see the details, while laymen just watch the spectacle.

Laymen, lacking sufficient perspective, will only be attracted by the dazzling sword moves of his "Whirlwind Swift Sword" – as fast as lightning and as swift as a whirlwind – and marvel at the fierce sword wind that covers several feet, paying no attention to anything else.

Only experts can see beyond the exquisite and dazzling sword techniques to focus on the key to exerting force.

So, Lu Chen is not just someone who knows a little about martial arts, but a true expert?
Feng Buping felt a slight ripple in his heart, but he still didn't believe that Lu Chen could truly understand his sword moves.

His whirlwind sword technique was the culmination of many years of hard work and the culmination of his life's sword skills. It was painstakingly created and has never been shown to the outside world before. How could Lu Chen possibly understand all the moves just because he saw him practice swordsmanship for the first time and only saw him practice a small part of the technique?

He went inside, took out two wooden practice swords, kept one for himself, and tossed the other to Lu Chen.

"Young Lu, let's have a spar."

Lu Chen took the wooden sword, a slight doubt creeping into his mind:
Perhaps because cultivating internal energy in the world of Laughing at the world is too slow and achieving great success in internal cultivation is too difficult, the masters of this world had no choice but to exhaustively study martial arts techniques and create all kinds of wonderful and brilliant sword techniques.

Just like Feng Buping, who is not considered a top figure in the world of Swordsman, his self-created 108-style Gale Sword is indeed quite exquisite. In terms of swordsmanship alone, it is slightly better than Huang Yaoshi's "Falling Flower Sword Technique" when he was young.

but……

This level of swordsmanship is no match for me now!

If I were to defeat him using swordsmanship, wouldn't that be too discouraging for him?

After all, that was a unique skill that Feng Buping had painstakingly developed after living in seclusion in the mountains for more than ten years. It seems that he also wants to use this sword technique to compete for the position of leader of the Five Mountains Alliance.

Uncle Feng is such a kind person. He took Rong'er and me in last night, arranged a double room for us, found clean sheets, and even gave us a newly made thick quilt. The quilt was warm and refreshing, with the scent of fresh cotton mixed with Rong'er's natural fragrance...

Just as he was pondering this, Feng Buping let out a soft snort:
"As a swordsman, how can you be distracted in battle? Boy, take this!"

Before he could finish speaking, a swift sword flashed and was delivered to Lu Chen's brow.

He originally intended to lightly tap the tip of his sword on Lu Chen's brow, then immediately withdraw it, as a warning to the young man.

Since it's a wooden sword, it won't hurt him unless you use your strength.

Unexpectedly, just as the tip of the wooden sword was about to touch Lu Chen's brow, Lu Chen suddenly raised his forearm, and the wooden sword in his hand sprang up like a startled snake, actually striking first and parrying Feng Buping's wooden sword with a snap.

Feng Buping was startled.

Although he didn't put his full strength into this sword strike, his swordsmanship was so skilled that not just any martial artist could block it. Unexpectedly, Lu Chen blocked it with ease!

Isn't Lu Xiaozhi spacing out?

How could he wield his sword so fast?

Coincidence? Did they just happen to bump into each other with a sudden jolt?

Feng Buping still couldn't believe that Lu Chen had blocked his sword strike with sheer strength.

How old is he? Only eighteen or nineteen.

When Feng Buping was that age, he was still diligently practicing the basic sword technique "Huashan Sword Technique" on Mount Hua.

"You got lucky this time. If you get distracted again next time, you won't be so lucky!"

Feng Buping snorted and with a swift movement, unleashed a sword strike, "Refreshing Breeze," towards Lu Chen.

These are moves from the "Huashan Swordplay," which is just a basic swordplay that every Huashan disciple practices when they first enter the sect.

Of course, Feng Buping couldn't use "Whirlwind Swift Sword" right away; he had to test Lu Chen's skill with the Huashan Sword Technique first.

Although it is only a basic sword technique of the Huashan School, Feng Buping's swordsmanship skills are enough to unleash considerable power.

Unfortunately, for Lu Chen, Feng Buping's Gale Sword Technique was still quite exquisite and superior, but this "Huashan Sword Technique" was far inferior.

However, he didn't want to appear too arrogant, so he didn't follow Huang Yaoshi's example when they first sparred, always carrying one hand behind his back and casually parrying with the other hand holding a wooden sword.

So he solemnly made a sword incantation with his left hand, wielded his sword with his right, and with renewed vigor, parried Feng Buping's attacks.

Whoosh... Snap!

The sound of wooden swords cutting through the air rang out continuously, occasionally interspersed with the sound of two swords clashing. Two figures darted and moved across the snow, their wooden swords exchanging blows.

"Senior Brother Cheng, is Senior Brother giving some pointers to Lu?"

"Hmm. Young Master Lu said he could understand Senior Brother's 108 Wind Swords."

"Ha, Lu kid, you're really something..."

As they talked, Cong Buqi, who had just come out to watch the battle with Cheng Buyou and Huang Rong, gradually quieted down.

Cheng Buyou's eyes widened, a hint of disbelief in them.

Feng Buping didn't take it seriously at first.

Not only did he only use the "Huashan Sword Technique" in swordsmanship, but he also did not fully utilize his body movements and strength.

But gradually, Feng Buping's sword moves became faster and faster, and his movements became more and more agile, clearly indicating that he had begun to gradually increase his strength.

But no matter how his swordplay and movement changed, Lu Chen was always able to keep up with his rhythm.

Unbeknownst to him, Feng Buping had already used all his strength.

With his movements and internal energy fully unleashed, he displayed all the sword techniques he knew, except for the "108 Styles of Gale Swift Sword".

But they still couldn't suppress Lu Chen.

Lu Chen was always his equal.

But that's really scary.

When he didn't use his full strength at the beginning, Lu Chen and he were evenly matched.

As he gradually increased his strength, Lu Chen remained evenly matched with him throughout.

He has already used all his strength, but Lu Chen is still the same!
Doesn't this mean that Lu Chen has been in complete control of the rhythm of his offensive?
Feng Buping was deeply shocked.

His expression grew increasingly solemn.

Cheng Buyou and Cong Buqi, who were watching from the sidelines, noticed something amiss as they watched the two figures move swiftly and rapidly, their sword shadows flashing. They couldn't help but hold their breath, their expressions as solemn and shocked as Feng Buping's. At this moment...

Feng Buping finally stopped hiding his true intentions, and his swordplay suddenly changed, each strike faster than the last, each accompanied by a sharp whistling sound.

As his swordplay grew faster and faster, the wind he stirred up grew stronger and stronger, and the fierce sword wind gradually expanded, covering several feet.

Cheng Buyou and Cong Buqi, who were watching from the sidelines, felt a strong wind hitting their faces. Their hands and faces, which were not covered by clothes, were hurt by the strong wind, as if they were facing a biting cold wind in the dead of winter.

This is Feng Buping's "108 Styles of Gale Swift Sword"!
This sword technique is not only exquisite and dangerous, but also extremely powerful. It does not rely solely on moves to win, but rather combines sword and energy.

Without sufficient internal strength, one cannot unleash such swift and fierce swordplay, nor can one unleash such a chilling and howling sword wind.

Feng Buping's qigong is indeed very strong.

When he pushed his swordsmanship to its limit, the energy emanating from the wooden sword in his hand was like a howling gale. The wooden sword, moving so fast that it became a series of afterimages, was like a raging storm, with the wind amplifying the waves and the waves riding the wind's momentum, relentlessly crashing and sweeping towards Lu Chen wave after wave.

The snow on the ground around them was also churned into snow powder by the sword wind, turning into snow mist that swirled and spread, making the area around the two of them hazy.

Even with their eyes strained, Cheng Buyou and Cong Buqi could only barely make out two blurry figures flying back and forth in the swirling snow and mist, while the crisp, resounding clang of wooden swords clashing together echoed in their ears.

Their martial arts skills were much weaker than Feng Buping's, and it was impossible to tell or hear who had the upper hand.

He could not suppress the injustice, but he knew perfectly well what was going on.

His whirlwind swordplay grew ever faster and faster, and with his inner strength fully unleashed, the sword wind expanded to its limit of four or five zhang. He had gone all out, but Lu was like a bird in a raging storm, moving freely regardless of the high waves and strong winds.

What's even more terrifying is that Lu Chen didn't just keep dodging and weaving; he was also attacking and defending against Lu Chen, making them evenly matched!
It's another "evenly matched" situation!
The Gale Sword Technique is inherently a free-flowing and unrestrained swordsmanship.

The more he fought against injustice, the more depressed he became.

Just as Feng Buping was about to finish his whirlwind sword routine, his swordplay suddenly stopped, his rapidly moving figure also abruptly halted, and then his face flushed red as he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Uncle Feng, you..."

Lu Chen was startled and quickly went over to support his swaying figure.

"Brother!"

Cheng Buyou and Cong Buqi were also shocked. They were fighting just fine, so why did their senior brother suddenly vomit blood?
Could it be that he has a stitch in his side?

The two rushed out to help Feng Buping, but someone was faster. Huang Rong, with a swift and graceful movement, instantly appeared beside Feng Buping, flanking him on either side of Lu Chen. She raised her hands to support him and asked with concern:

"Uncle Feng, are you alright?"

"Senior brother, what's wrong?"

Cheng Buyou and Cong Buqi also rushed over, rubbing their hands together and looking at Feng Buping with anxious expressions.

Feng Buping's face, which had just been flushed, turned deathly pale again. He stared blankly at Lu Chen, muttering in a daze:

"Is the sword technique I painstakingly developed over more than a decade really so mediocre? Can a young man not even twenty years old easily parry it?"

He did indeed have a stitch.

He had painstakingly created a unique skill over more than ten years, thinking he could use it to make a name for himself and even win the position of leader of the Five Mountains Alliance. However, he never expected that even with all his efforts, he couldn't suppress an eighteen or nineteen-year-old boy.

Overwhelmed by pent-up emotions, his inner energy suddenly went astray, causing him to vomit blood and sustain injuries.

However, the physical injuries were nothing serious. After spitting out a mouthful of blood and circulating his internal energy smoothly, he was actually fine.

The key issue is the severe psychological setback.

For over a decade, he had cultivated himself with a strong sense of purpose, which sustained him and made him willing to endure the hardship.

But now, realizing that his swordsmanship was "not worth mentioning," Feng Buping's spirit was about to dissipate, and his mind was on the verge of collapse.

Lu Chen knew Feng Buping's background and aspirations, and he also knew how much effort and expectation Feng Buping had put into this swift and powerful sword technique.

In the original timeline, Feng Buping was unable to defeat Linghu Chong with his swift sword, and was instead defeated by Linghu Chong. He was disheartened and left the scene in a desolate manner, retiring to the mountains and never returning to the martial world. As a result, he died a peaceful death, neither practicing the Evil-Repelling Sword nor dying suddenly like ambitious figures such as Yue Buqun, Zuo Lengchan, and Ren Woxing.

Knowing the crux of the problem, Lu Chen prescribed the right remedy:

"Uncle Feng, your swordsmanship is actually very powerful. The reason you fought like this is simply because... well, I'm too strong."

"..."

You're too strong?
Does that mean my senior brother is too weak in comparison?
Cheng Buyou and Cong Buqi looked at Lu Chen speechlessly. Did this kid even know how to comfort people?
Although they felt that Lu Chen was not good at comforting people at all, but was good at adding insult to injury and rubbing salt into the wound, Cheng and Cong did not know how to refute him - Lu boy is really strong, even his senior brother's whirlwind sword can't be suppressed!

How did this young man develop such martial arts skills at such a young age?

How could such a freak exist in the world?

Feng Buping stared at Lu Chen in a daze, speechless, and murmured:

"Too strong?"

Huang Rong comforted her from the side:

"Uncle Feng, my brother Lu Chen's martial arts are unparalleled in this world..."

She had no idea how many masters there were in the world. She glanced at Lu Chen and saw him secretly make a hand gesture, and immediately understood:

"In this world, he can definitely rank in the top five. Uncle Feng's martial arts are slightly inferior to my brother Lu Chen's, but among all the masters in the world..."

Seeing Lu Chen cross his fingers to form a "ten", Huang Rong continued speaking with remarkable fluency:
"Being in the top ten is absolutely no problem."

Well, Feng Buping might not necessarily rank among the top ten in the world.

There are many masters who dominate the world.

Even without Linghu Chong wielding the Dugu Nine Swords, or the various Evil-Repelling Swordsmen of the Chicken-Cutting Style, there are still many masters in the world:

Dongfang Bubai, Feng Qingyang, Shaolin Fangzheng, Ren Woxing, Wudang Chongxu, Zuo Lengchan, Yue Buqun (Zixia Qigong version), Hengshan Mo Da, Xiang Wentian, Beggar Clan leader Xie Feng, Monk Bujie... and a whole host of other masters.

Although Feng Buping's Gale Sword technique is powerful, it is most effective the first time it is used. Once it is used in full view of the public and revealed to experts, its threat will be greatly reduced.

Therefore, Feng Buping really cannot be ranked among the top ten in the world.

Lu Chen's ranking among the top five in the world was merely a humble claim.

Apart from Dongfang Bubai and Feng Qingyang, Lu Chen was not afraid of anyone else.

Of course, one shouldn't be too arrogant. Lu Chen should be humble and call himself the fifth in the world.

"I could rank in the top ten in the world..."

Although Feng Buping knew that Huang Rong's words might not be accurate, he was feeling deflated and his spirits were about to collapse. He desperately needed a lifeline to support him, so he immediately believed Huang Rong's words.

But he still had some doubts:

"Why is Lu the kid among the top five in the world? He's so young... Oh right, his internal strength is actually no less than mine. We've clashed so many times, and I still couldn't shake or break his wooden sword... No, he can always hold his own against me. Not only is his swordsmanship better than mine, but his internal strength is also above mine... But how exactly did he train?"

"Uh, my brother Lu Chen is exceptionally talented; he can't be judged by ordinary standards..."

Just as we were speaking.

Lu Chen suddenly said:
"Uncle Feng, your Gale Sword can actually become even stronger."

Feng Buping was taken aback, then his spirits lifted:
"Become stronger?"

Lu Chen said, "That's right. I already know how to make it stronger."

With his comprehension, even a sophisticated sword technique like the Gale Swift Sword could be seen through with a single glance.

By simply touching it, one can grasp some of the secrets to applying force.

In the fight with Feng Buping just now, he only experienced the Swift Wind Sword once, but he had already figured out the method of exerting force in 30% of the moves.

If they fight twice more, he will have completely figured out the entire Whirlwind Sword technique.

However, although Lu Chen was ruthless, he was too embarrassed to take advantage of the kind elderly people who had treated him well.

Furthermore, judging from Feng Buping's current mental state, he probably wouldn't have the will to fight him a second time.

So, we need to encourage him first.

Let him know that the Gale Sword technique has not yet reached its limit and there is still room for improvement.

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