The Prodigal Disciple of Mount Hua: Seizing All Opportunities

"Since Brother Tian has such an elegant interest, I will gladly accompany you! However, if I win, you must not bother Junior Sister Yilin again, and you must give way to the nuns of the Hengshan Sect when you see them, how about it?"

Tian Boguang was taken aback, then burst into laughter, "Are you out of your mind? You actually think you can win? Fine! As long as you can win, I'll do whatever you want!"

Before he finished speaking, Tian Boguang had already grabbed a single-edged sword with his right hand. With a flash of cold light, he slashed straight at Linghu Chong's face!

"Look at the knife!"

This strike was as fast as lightning. Although it was delivered while seated, it was still powerful and heavy, and the wind from the blade made Linghu Chong's cheek sting.

Linghu Chong, however, remained calm and unhurried.

Although his internal strength was insufficient, he had recently experienced the changes in Fuzhou and witnessed Chen Qianyang's battle, which gave him a new understanding of swordsmanship.

In particular, Chen Qianyang's sword intent of "no moves are better than moves" and "anticipating the enemy's moves" lingered in his mind.

It seemed as if something had been touched.

Faced with Tian Boguang's swift knife, a brilliant idea flashed in his mind.

Instead of retreating, they're advancing!

He didn't draw his longsword; instead, he aimed it, scabbard and all, at Tian Boguang's wrist.

This is purely an intuition.

An intuition to find flaws!

"Ding!"

A crisp sound.

Tian Boguang's sword strike was actually stopped!

The scabbard touched his wrist bone, causing his wrist to ache slightly and the blade to deviate three inches.

"what?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Tian Boguang's eyes. "Interesting! Let's do it again!"

With a flick of his wrist, he unleashed three consecutive slashes, aiming for Linghu Chong's left shoulder, right shoulder, and chest.

"Thirteen Styles of Flying Sand and Stones"!

This was his signature move. Even though it was performed while seated, its power was greatly reduced, but the blade light was like a net, already enveloping Linghu Chong.

Linghu Chong felt the pressure increase even more.

His blood and qi surged within him, and every time he raised his hand, he was accompanied by excruciating pain.

But he gritted his teeth and stared at the sky filled with flashing swords.

Faster! Even faster!

Not only must the sword techniques be fast, but the eyesight must be even faster!

"drink!"

Linghu Chong gave a low shout and drew his longsword.

"Ancient pines welcome guests!"

This was originally a basic sword technique of the Huashan School, nothing special.

But at this moment, things changed in Linghu Chong's hands.

The sword was no longer used to parry the blade, but instead, like a venomous snake, it aimed straight for Tian Boguang's vulnerable armpit!

It is based on the strategy of "besieging Wei to rescue Zhao".

If Tian Boguang hadn't withdrawn his sword to defend, this sword could have pierced his lungs!

"Good lad! That's ruthless!"

Tian Boguang shouted loudly and had no choice but to withdraw his sword to block.

"Clang! Clang!"

The two exchanged more than a dozen blows in an instant.

The wine pot, bowls, and chopsticks on the table were shattered by the force of the impact.

Although Linghu Chong was at a complete disadvantage and his face was getting paler and paler, he was like a lone pine tree in a storm, swaying precariously but never falling!

Moreover, his swordsmanship became increasingly strange.

Sometimes he is as dignified and rigorous as the orthodox Huashan sect, and sometimes he exudes a strange and agile charm, and occasionally he will even use a few random thrusts that are completely unorthodox.

This is a perfect example of drawing inferences from one instance to another; he was imitating Chen Qianyang's swordsmanship.

Although it only resembles the original in form but not in spirit, its power is also greatly reduced.

However, it actually worked wonders when used against Tian Boguang, whose movements were restricted!

After all, Tian Boguang's swordsmanship relied seven-tenths on his incredibly unpredictable lightness skill.

The power is greatly reduced when you're sitting down.

Tian Boguang became increasingly alarmed and frustrated as the fight progressed.

He clearly held an absolute advantage, dominating in both internal strength and swordsmanship.

But this kid is incredibly slippery; he always manages to find a glimmer of hope even in seemingly hopeless situations.

"Damn it! This is unbelievable!"

Tian Boguang roared and suddenly intensified his sword strike.

"Lie down, you bastard!"

He no longer pursued speed, but instead poured all his internal energy into the blade, sweeping away thousands of troops with a single strike!

Linghu Chong was at his last gasp, and his vision was starting to go black.

Faced with this powerful and heavy blow, he had no way to avoid it.

It's unstoppable...

But he can't lose!

If we lose, Yilin will be in trouble!

"Let's give it our all!"

A resolute glint flashed in Linghu Chong's eyes.

Ignoring the blade that was about to strike him, he transformed his longsword into a white rainbow and thrust it straight at Tian Boguang's throat!

perish together!

"madman!"

Tian Boguang was greatly alarmed.

He never expected this kid to be so reckless!

He didn't want to kill Linghu Chong; he just wanted him to give up. He didn't want to risk his own life!

Left with no other choice, he had to forcefully withdraw his sword and hold it vertically in front of him.

"clang--!"

A loud bang.

Linghu Chong's longsword pierced Tian Boguang's blade, causing the blade to bend and then snap in two!

The recoil caused Linghu Chong to fall backward, sliding half a meter away with his chair.

"puff!"

Linghu Chong coughed up a mouthful of blood, could no longer hold the broken sword in his hand, and was barely breathing.

But he still gripped the armrests of the chair tightly, his buttocks not leaving the seat even slightly.

"I...didn't lose..."

He looked at Tian Boguang, whose teeth were covered in blood.

Tian Boguang looked at the man opposite him who was half-dead but still had his neck held high.

silent.

The lobby was deathly silent.

Accompanied by Yilin's suppressed sobs.

"Oh shit."

After a long while, Tian Boguang sheathed his sword.

"Linghu Chong, you're ruthless."

He looked at Linghu Chong with a complicated expression.

There was some resentment, but more than anything, there was admiration.

A true hero, he values ​​keeping his word and respects heroes.

This kid is a man.

"Thirty moves have passed, and you haven't left the chair. I keep my word."

however.

Tian Boguang chuckled and said, "But you see, I didn't leave the stool either, so we're even."

"You!" Linghu Chong never expected Tian Boguang to be so shameless.

"So, I don't care about your life, but as for this little monk, I'll take him with me!"

After saying that, he grabbed Yilin and turned to go downstairs.

Linghu Chong wanted to get up and fight again, but he was too weak.

Just then.

Suddenly, footsteps came from the stairwell.

"Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!"

An old voice rang out.

Immediately afterwards, an old Taoist priest carrying two swords slowly walked up.

He looked at the mess on the ground, then at Tian Boguang and Linghu Chong, a hint of amusement appearing on his withered face.

"I never expected to witness such a good show so soon after arriving at Huiyan Tower."

Chen Qianyang has finally arrived.

"You stinking old man, get out of my way!"

Tian Boguang sensed the hostility of the newcomer, and the veins on the back of his hand holding the knife bulged.

Based on his expert intuition, he felt that the person seemed somewhat familiar.

"My esteemed friend, how have you been? It seems you haven't been following the path I pointed out to you the other day quite smoothly?"

The old Taoist priest stared at Tian Boguang and laughed, but unfortunately, he blocked Tian Boguang's way downstairs.

Tian Boguang was surprised and doubtful, as he did not recognize this old Taoist priest.

"Hey, do we know each other?"

"Have you forgotten what happened that night? Several heroes from Mount Song have been pursuing you relentlessly."

"It's you!" Tian Boguang finally realized where that sense of familiarity came from; the masked man from that night was actually the old Taoist priest in front of him.

The nightmare I had at Qunyu Courtyard not long ago is still vivid in my mind.

This guy not only had bizarre movements that ruined his plans, but he also attracted the mad dogs of the Songshan Sect like a jinx, causing him to take the blame for someone else's huge mistake and be chased like a stray dog.

Now that enemies have met, their eyes are filled with hatred.

But more than anything, there was apprehension.

The old Taoist priest gave him a completely different feeling today compared to yesterday at Qunyu Courtyard.

It was a sense of desolation.

Although Tian Boguang was sharp-tongued, he involuntarily took a half step back, leaning against the window frame, his eyes darting around, searching for an escape route.

Chen Qianyang, however, seemed oblivious to Tian Boguang's murderous gaze.

He strolled slowly upstairs.

"Amitabha Buddha."

Chen Qianyang stopped by the messy table, his gaze sweeping over the pale-faced Linghu Chong before finally settling on Tian Boguang, a forced smile appearing on his face.

"Tian Boguang, the lone traveler, has quite a reputation. Is he only good at bullying the wounded?"

"Pah!" Tian Boguang knew the visitor was up to no good. "Old man, which sect are you from? I haven't settled accounts with you for yesterday's matter yet. What, you want to stand up for the Huashan Sect?"

"From the Huashan Sect?" Chen Qianyang chuckled. "That's right. It seems only Yue Buqun could have taught someone so inflexible."

"However, I still appreciate this chivalrous spirit."

"You old Taoist priest, what are you going to do about it?"

"Nothing more than acting on behalf of Heaven!"