Transmigrating into Murong Fu, may you have many children and much happiness.

Chapter 338 Recruiting Guo Songyang Again

The iron sword was jet black, devoid of any luster, yet the moment it was drawn, its chilling aura was already menacing.

Everyone knows that this person is not simple.

The person holding the iron sword was dressed in black, wearing a black robe, black shoes, and black socks.

He was tall and imposing, reassuring like a solid wooden door. His shoulders were twice the width of an average person's, but he did not appear bulky at all; instead, he looked very slender and agile.

His face had a strange, deathly gray hue, his eyebrows slanted upwards, and his arrogant gaze was overwhelming. A few sparse strands of beard on his chin drifted in the wind.

He appeared both arrogant and dashing, both serious and unruly.

His movements were swift and agile, and he stepped onto the stage as if he were pulling up a scallion from dry land.

Sun Xiaohong, sitting in the audience, said, "Grandpa, is he Iron Sword Guo Songyang?"

He also wields a sword, so who's stronger?

Old Man Sun said, "The outcome will be decided soon."

Sun Xiaohong pouted and stuck out her tongue at her grandfather, who was keeping her in suspense.

Shangguan Jin Hong also showed more interest in Guo Songyang and said, "You and he both use swords. He is ranked first in swordsmanship on the Bai Xiaosheng Weapon Ranking."

Who do you think is stronger, him or you?

Jing Wuming, standing behind him, coldly said, "I don't know swordsmanship; I only know how to kill. Of course, I can kill him."

Shangguan Jin Hong smiled faintly and remained silent. He naturally believed it, because Jing Wuming was his shadow, and no one understood his shadow better than him.

At this moment, the man in black announced his name on the stage: "Iron Sword Guo Songyang, I would like to learn from Young Master Murong's swordsmanship."

Although Guo Songyang was not one to strive for fame and fortune, he was still intrigued when he heard that a master swordsman claimed to be the best swordsman in the world and had killed Yi Ku and Wu Du Tong Zi in a few days, and even held a martial arts tournament to re-rank the weapons.

Naturally, he was itching to fight and came here specifically to challenge this young master Murong.

Especially after witnessing Murong Fu use the so-called "fight fire with fire" technique, defeating Lü Fengxian and Ximen Rou with finger techniques and whip techniques respectively.

He was even more anxious, wanting to see Murong Fu's swordsmanship.

He drew his sword from below the stage and eagerly went up on stage.

Li Xunhuan, sitting in the audience, recognized him at a glance and said to A Fei beside him, "This person is none other than Guo Songyang, the Iron Sword, who is recognized as the number one swordsman in the world today."

It is said that his swordsmanship was superb...

Lin Xian'er asked, "Who will win, him or Young Master Murong?"

Afei shook his head and said, "I don't know."

Then he quietly watched the two people on the stage.

Afei aspires to be the greatest swordsman in the world, but he didn't have the chance to spar with Murong Fu before. Today, he has met the universally acknowledged greatest swordsman in the world, and his sword is now itching to unleash its power.

If it weren't for the fact that it was inappropriate to embarrass Murong Fu, he would have wanted to go up and have a match with him long ago.

On stage, Murong Fu said to Guo Songyang, "Great Hero Guo, how about we make a bet? The loser has to serve me for a year?"

Guo Songyang said calmly, "Alright, let's begin!"

He now only wanted to duel with Murong Fu, harboring no other thoughts. He then drew his sword and charged forward, unleashing his signature move, "Wind and Cloud Sweep."

The iron sword moved wildly like a raging wind, pointing at Murong Fu.

Murong Fu also gently drew the Water Cold Sword. Its blade was decorated with bronze patterns, but after being drawn, it quickly became covered with a layer of ice crystals, which shone brightly in the sunlight.

This made Guo Songyang's expression even more solemn, and he exclaimed in admiration, "What a fine sword!"

But his hands didn't stop moving at all. Guo Songyang soared into the sky, and his iron sword transformed into a flying rainbow.

Afei and Jing Wuming, who were in the distance, narrowed their eyes at the same time.

Ah Fei said, "It's too slow."

Jing Wuming said, "Your swordsmanship is good, but it's a bit slow."

Both were fast swordsmen. Jing Wuming knew the sword techniques, but all his moves were aimed at taking lives, while A Fei relied entirely on instinct to strike.

They could tell at a glance that although Guo Songyang's swordsmanship was exquisite, his speed was far inferior to theirs.

In Murong Fu's eyes, Guo Songyang was as if he were in slow motion.

The Water Cold Sword easily struck the flaw in the black iron sword.

Guo Songyang immediately changed his move, but Murong Fu easily countered it.

To outsiders, Guo Songyang's swordsmanship was exquisite, seemingly a work of art, but Murong Fu only used thrusting techniques.

With just three simple sword techniques—sweeping, blocking, and parrying—Guo Songyang's sword stance was broken one by one.

Guo Songyang's brows furrowed even more, and he quickened the flow of his sword moves, trying to seize the rhythm, but Murong Fu remained unhurried.

"He lost." Shangguan Jin Hong, sitting in the audience, looked solemn. Guo Songyang's defeat was inevitable. Murong Fu's strength was a level above Guo Songyang's, which confirmed to him that his trip had not been in vain.

"I lost," Guo Songyang said to Murong Fu, clutching his bleeding wrist.

Murong Fu easily broke through the frenzied swordsmanship. Finally, with a light sling of the Water Cold Sword, he severed the tendon in Murong Fu's right hand, causing blood to gush out. The iron sword also fell from his hand to the ground with a clang.

The square, which had been filled with thousands of people, fell silent in an instant.

A heated discussion then erupted: "Even Guo Songyang is no match for Murong Fu?! He's the greatest swordsman in the world!"

"Even Guo Songyang lost, does that mean Murong Fu will really become the number one in the world?"

"Go on, all of you go on! Aren't you supposed to go shoulder to shoulder?!"

Sun Xiaohong exclaimed in amazement, "Grandpa, Young Master Murong's swordsmanship is amazing!"

Old Sun sighed and said, "No moves are better than moves... truly, the younger generation surpasses the older."

The loneliness was beyond words.

Murong Fu on the stage nodded. He knew that apart from his fondness for visiting prostitutes and his frequent visits to Lin Xian'er in the original novel, Guo Songyang didn't have any major problems.

After sheathing his longsword, he said to Guo Songyang, "Go down. You are at my command for the next year."

Although Guo Songyang accepted his defeat wholeheartedly, looking at the wound on his wrist, he said, "Young Master Murong, I'm a cripple now, what value do I have left?"

Murong Fu said calmly, "Don't forget my nickname: number one in swordsmanship is true, and number one in medicine is naturally also..."

"Don't even mention a minor tendon injury; even if your entire hand were torn off, I'd replace it with a bear's paw... or even a donkey's."

Then, the Mingyu True Qi within his body flowed directly into Guo Songyang's body, and a cool sensation instantly spread through his wrist, sealing the wound on his hand. Guo Songyang exclaimed in astonishment, "Young Master Murong, what is this?...

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Murong Fu said, "Go down, we'll talk after the fight. I see some people are already impatient."

Then his gaze fell upon Shangguan Jin Hong in the audience.

Shangguan Jin Hong and Murong Fu exchanged glances and said, "Go up and spar with him."

"Alright." Jing Wuming said coldly, touching the long sword at his waist with his left hand.

"Not you, but all of you."

Shangguan Jin Hong turned his head, his sharp gaze sweeping over all the subordinates he had brought.