Martial Arts Crossover: My master tricked Huang Rong into becoming my wife!

Not far away, the Divine Eagle tilted its head and casually touched the bald fleshy growth on its head with the tip of its featherless wing.

Chen Yanzhou grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, and spoke.

"Brother Eagle, have I offended you?"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly lifted the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword with one hand and activated the Free and Easy Steps technique.

boom!

A cloud of smoke and dust exploded on the ground.

Chen Yanzhou shot out like a cannonball, using the momentum of his charge to bring a suffocating wind pressure as he slammed down on the Divine Eagle's forehead.

This sword strike was completely devoid of any fancy moves. The Condor Heroes clearly hadn't expected this kid to attack so suddenly, and to launch such a shameless sneak attack right off the bat.

A hint of disdain flashed in its small eyes. It didn't even bother to move its body half a step, but simply raised its left wing casually and waved it like it was shooing away a fly.

clang!

A deafening clang of metal echoed through the valley.

Chen Yanzhou felt as if he had crashed into an impenetrable wall; his hands went numb instantly, and he was thrown backward by the recoil.

The Divine Eagle stood motionless, even rolling its eyes in a very human-like manner, its expression clearly saying: Is that all?

Chen Yanzhou staggered back several steps after landing, barely managing to steady himself by using his sword for support.

"That's pretty powerful."

He shook his sore and numb wrist, his fighting spirit growing even stronger. Although his attack had been easily blocked, he had keenly sensed something unusual.

In the past, sword practice emphasized that the force should follow the mind and be controlled freely. But this Xuan Tie Heavy Sword is different. It is too heavy and has too much inertia. Once it is swung out, trying to forcibly stop the move or change direction is to make things difficult for yourself.

If we can't stop it, then we won't stop it!

"Again!"

Chen Yanzhou roared and lunged forward again.

This time, he no longer tried to control the trajectory of the sword with brute force.

When the heavy sword collided with the eagle's wings again, and was bounced away, Chen Yanzhou did not withstand the reaction force as before. Instead, he twisted his waist and spun half a circle in the direction the sword was bounced away.

Leverage resources!

The original recoil force, combined with the centrifugal force from the waist and abdomen rotation, and the inertia of the greatsword itself.

Waaah—!

The second sword strike was even more powerful than the first!

The eagle, which had been in a lazy posture, blocked the second sword with its wings once again when it saw it sweeping across.

clang!

Another loud bang.

Chen Yanzhou was thrown back again, but he kept moving and used the force to spin like a top. The third sword followed closely behind and came whistling in.

Each sword strike is faster and heavier than the last.

In the first twenty moves, Chen Yanzhou's movements were quite clumsy. Several times, because his footwork could not keep up with his sword movements, he almost flew off his feet and looked quite disheveled.

The eagle handled the situation with ease, slapping the left and blocking the right, occasionally letting out a mocking low growl.

But as time went on, things changed.

Chen Yanzhou stopped thinking about moves, strategies, or even how to win.

He imagined himself as an axis, and the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword as the ever-accelerating wheel.

Use the opponent's strength against them, and go with the flow.

Every time the Divine Eagle parried, it became the driving force for Chen Yanzhou's next strike.

By the fiftieth move, the sound of the wind in the valley had changed.

The originally muffled sound of something cutting through the air turned into a sharp whistling sound.

A black whirlwind seemed to rise around Chen Yanzhou, and wherever it passed, sand and stones flew, and grass and trees were broken.

The eagle's nonchalant gaze finally disappeared.

It was astonished to discover that the force with which the boy swung his sword was constantly increasing, like waves upon waves.

clang!!!

Another hard-fought battle.

This time, although the Divine Eagle blocked the attack, its massive body was actually forced back half a step by the force of the sword strike, and the rocks beneath its feet instantly shattered.

"Gurgle?"

The Divine Eagle's eyes widened, seemingly unable to believe that it had been forced to retreat.

The divine eagle raised its head and let out a high-pitched cry, then suddenly spread its wings, no longer passively defending but actively attacking.

Whoosh! A sudden gust of wind arose.

Those wings, as if cast from steel, swung with immense force, fiercely lashing out at the black whirlwind.

"Well done!"

Chen Yanzhou was engrossed in the fight when he saw that the Condor Heroes was getting serious. Instead of being afraid, he burst into laughter.

He stopped spinning and, using the momentum from the previous sword strike, gripped the hilt with both hands, leaping high into the air. He poured all his energy and spirit, along with the accumulated momentum, into this powerful split-mountain strike.

"break!"

Boom—!

The man and the eagle collided violently in the middle of the valley.

A terrifying shockwave spread outwards from the two points.

The smoke and dust cleared.

Chen Yanzhou, leaning on his sword, knelt on the ground, panting heavily, sweat pouring down his body like syrup.

The eagle opposite him was also not doing well. Although it was still standing, the wing it used to block was trembling slightly, and a few grayish-brown feathers floated lightly to the ground.

The afternoon flew by in this frenetic practice session.

As the sun set, it dyed the valley a blood red.

Chen Yanzhou no longer had the strength to stand and collapsed onto the grass in a "spread-eagle" position, his chest heaving violently.

At this moment, every muscle in his body felt like it was on fire, and his bones ached.

But it was really exhilarating.

After an afternoon of training, his mastery of the Xuan Tie Heavy Sword has made a qualitative leap.

The cumbersome feeling of wielding a big club to smash people has disappeared, replaced by a sense of unrestrained joy.

At this moment, he grasped the concept of using someone else's strength against them, and he took the method of leveraging inertia to a whole new level.

Of course, all of this wouldn't have been possible without Brother Diao's feeding techniques.

Thinking of this, he pulled himself together and spoke.

"Thanks, Brother Eagle!"

However, the Condor Heroes had no time to pay attention to him at the moment.

The large bird was lying on its side, struggling to twist its neck, staring at its left wing with a pained expression.

There, the already thin feathers had fallen out several more after an afternoon of abuse, revealing the pink skin underneath, making it look even more mottled and pitiful.

"Coo coo...coo..."

The divine eagle let out a mournful, pitiful cry, gently preening its remaining feathers with its beak.

He was already ugly, and now he's even bald.

Chen Yanzhou felt a little guilty looking at its mournful appearance.

He forced himself to get up despite his aching body, went to the eagle's side, and reached out to pat its wings to comfort it.

The Divine Eagle immediately shrank back warily.

"Ahem, Brother Eagle, don't be sad."

Chen Yanzhou coughed twice, his face full of sincerity.

"As the saying goes, out with the old, in with the new; things will definitely grow back in the future."

The Divine Eagle glanced at him sideways, half believing and half doubting.

"Don't worry, Brother Eagle, I'm confident I can heal you, and I'm confident I can make your fur grow back!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand and patted the Condor's bald head.