Martial Arts Crossover: Zhao Min, your sidekick is really something else.

Is this kid really that strong? Has his strength reached such a terrifying level?

Xiao Yaoqing felt a little embarrassed.

What kind of sword master is he? He's barely even touched a sword, he's not even a swordsmanship apprentice, so how can he be a master?

However, he was quick-witted and soon figured out Zhang Sanfeng's methods.

This old Taoist priest, every word he uttered seemed to be about swords.

Others might not understand, but Xiao Yaoqing understood perfectly—Zhang Sanfeng had just created the Tai Chi Sword and was worried that no one would help him refine and perfect it.

Previously, he had shown off his Six Meridian Divine Sword technique combined with the substantial sword energy of "no moves are better than moves," which probably allowed the old Taoist priest to see something crucial.

He wanted to use himself as a whetstone to sharpen the Tai Chi sword.

Having figured this out, Xiao Yaoqing breathed a sigh of relief.

If that's the case, then maybe we don't even need to fight today.

He slowly put one hand behind his back, and his entire demeanor changed instantly.

He stood there quietly, motionless, yet seemed to be shrouded in an inexplicable halo, giving him the air of a true master.

He looked at Zhang Sanfeng, his eyes perfectly calm:

"Zhang Sanfeng, you are wrong."

The air around them seemed to freeze as soon as he said that.

Even Zhao Min wouldn't dare to call Zhang Sanfeng by his name so directly, how dare this kid?

But Xiao Yaoqing ignored all that and, before Zhang Sanfeng could react, continued:

"The highest level of swordsmanship is to have no sword in hand and no sword in mind."

"Wha...what do you mean?"

Zhang Sanfeng's pupils suddenly contracted, his face filled with shock.

He didn't take Xiao Yaoqing's earlier comment, "You're wrong," to heart.

Instead, she was captivated by those words.

Quickly follow up with more questions:

"If there's no sword in your hand, and no sword in your heart, what does it have to do with a sword?"

This is exactly the question everyone wants to ask.

Xiao Yaoqing had anticipated Zhang Sanfeng's question, and he leaned forward slightly, asking in a light tone:

"Zhang Sanfeng, tell me, why does the sword style that is the most 'non-killing' in the world possess the most 'killing' power?"

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Zhang Sanfeng gently twitched the whisk in his hand, his eyes flashed back and forth, and his head even lowered slightly, as if he was racking his brains.

Not only him, but everyone present, whether they used swords or not, was stumped by this question.

Yes, why is that?

"Least likely to kill"

How come he mastered the most deadly technique in swordsmanship?

Nine out of ten swordsmen in the martial arts world are refined gentlemen.

Those who wield knives are different; nine out of ten are brutes.

That's why there's a "gentleman's sword".

This kind of talk, however, never mentions anything about a "gentleman's knife".

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No matter what sword moves are used, that composure and elegance cannot be hidden.

When swordsmen sparred, they mostly used wooden or bamboo swords.

Swords have been a staple of martial arts practitioners since ancient times, used for self-defense.

This is why Kendo is said to be "the least murderous".

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But if we're talking about who's number one among all the weapons...

It still has to be a sword!

In terms of strength, no one in the entire martial arts world dares to disagree.

When Xiao Yaoqing said this, everyone present was stunned, their minds went blank.

Zhang Sanfeng was completely dumbfounded.

He's lived such a long life, he's long since become indifferent to worldly affairs.

In terms of swordsmanship, no one can compare to him.

The problem is—he's already this old, he doesn't want to kill anymore, so why does he still keep thinking about these most powerful sword techniques?

Take Tai Chi sword as an example.

It appears soft and slow on the surface, but it hides a deadly strength inside.

The way Ah Da was beaten is the best example.

"How could this be...?"

Three words unconsciously escaped Zhang Sanfeng's lips.

Was all the swordsmanship he spent his whole life studying just going against the original way of the sword?

"Ta-da!"

Zhang Sanfeng lost his footing and actually took two steps back.

"Grand Master!"

"Master!!"

The Wudang disciples, Zhang Wuji, and Yu Daiyan were all terrified.

Zhang Sanfeng had no injuries whatsoever, yet his feet felt like they were walking on cotton.

What does this tell us?

This shows that Zhang Sanfeng's resolve to follow the Dao has wavered!

Just because of Xiao Yaoqing's casual question, Zhang Sanfeng's 120-year-old Daoist heart was thrown into chaos!

If your Dao heart goes wrong, it's worse than being stabbed!

Xiao Yaoqing's question essentially revealed the entire path of Zhang Sanfeng's lifelong arduous cultivation!

If the foundation is destroyed, Zhang Sanfeng will be ruined!

Xiao Yaoqing looked at Zhang Sanfeng's appearance, a slight smile playing on his lips, and spoke again:

"If you have no sword in your heart, it means you have no murderous intent and you are compassionate towards your enemies."

Yes, show mercy to the enemy.

Isn't this exactly what Zhang Sanfeng was thinking when he first started practicing swordsmanship?

But are the sword techniques he has created over the years truly compassionate?

Zhang Sanfeng's eyes darted around, his pupils filled with unease and confusion.

Xiao Yaoqing's voice hadn't stopped.

Xiao Yaoqing's words were cryptic and confusing, sounding just like how Lü Xiucai tricked Ji Wuming by saying, "I'll kill myself."

That string of words is so convoluted it makes your head hurt.

But this wasn't actually Xiao Yaoqing arguing with Zhang Sanfeng.

Because this is the essence of Dugu Qiubai's "no sword, no moves".

The true essence of a realm.

This state of having neither sword nor moves is the highest level among the five realms of swordsmanship!

When these words reached Zhang Sanfeng's ears, the old man's body jolted violently, as if a thunderclap had exploded in his mind, and his whole body trembled violently.

"I have no sword in my hand... nor in my heart..."

"Killing is one extreme... not killing is also one extreme..."

Zhang Sanfeng muttered Xiao Yaoqing's words to himself, completely lost in thought. He would look down and ponder them, then seem to understand something, before finally frowning and asking:

"But without a sword in hand or in heart... how can I grasp the power of killing and not killing?"

He had barely finished muttering those words when he shuddered again.

He suddenly looked up, his face filled with astonishment, excitement, and even a kind of ecstatic joy, and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"I understand!"

Zhang Sanfeng is over 120 years old this year.

Even when Shaolin was wiped out, he himself was ambushed, and he heard news of his son Wuji, he never showed such an intense expression.

The way he looks now is as if he has returned to his youth, when he was learning kung fu with Guo Xiang at Shaolin Temple, and after figuring out some tricks, he was eager to show off in front of Guo Xiang!

Everyone present was dumbfounded by Zhang Sanfeng's appearance, even the people Zhao Min brought.

That's right, the 120-year-old Master Zhang, in front of so many people, was reduced to this state because of a few words from a young man.

This scene is even more outrageous than when those Shaolin monks forced Zhang Cuishan and his wife to their deaths!

No one knew that Zhang Sanfeng, staring at Xiao Yaoqing in front of him, now had a layer of respect in his eyes!

That's right, it's admiration!

"How high must one's swordsmanship level be to say something like that?!"

In that instant, in Zhang Sanfeng's eyes, Xiao Yaoqing was no longer a young man in his early twenties.

Instead, it's like a master standing on a platform, imparting knowledge and skills to you!

Of course, what Xiao Yaoqing said was all based on Dugu Qiubai's principles of having no sword and no moves.

If Zhang Sanfeng really wanted to find a master, he would have chosen Dugu Qiubai.

Zhang Sanfeng and Guo Xiang were of the same generation.

Putting aside those feelings, Guo Xiang should call Yang Guo "uncle".

When Yang Guo found Dugu Qiubai's sword tomb after losing his arm, Dugu Qiubai was already dead. In truth, Dugu Qiubai was a figure of Zhang Sanfeng's grandfather's generation.

Later, people in the martial arts world always wondered who was superior in martial arts, Dugu Qiubai or Zhang Sanfeng.

To be honest, there's no comparison at all.

Firstly, the two people lived in completely different eras.

Secondly, Zhang Sanfeng knew too many skills—the internal and external kung fu of Wudang, a part of the Nine Yang Divine Skill, and his self-created Tai Chi Chuan and Tai Chi Sword.

But Dugu Qiubai only had one sword.

In terms of swordsmanship, Zhang Sanfeng was far inferior.

That's why Zhang Sanfeng felt like he'd been struck by lightning and suddenly understood everything.

Because of this moment of enlightenment, Zhang Sanfeng actually put down his whisk and bowed to Xiao Yaoqing from a distance.

Zhang Sanfeng, the 120-year-old Wudang Sect leader, revered as a True Man by the martial arts world, bowed and saluted a young man in his early twenties in front of a hall full of martial arts masters.

He spoke in a loud voice: "Master Xiao! Zhang Sanfeng of Wudang, I've learned a lot from you!"

"hiss--"

"What's going on?!"

"Oh my God!"

A collective gasp of astonishment rippled through the crowd.

Some people couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

That's right. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, even if Yu Daiyan and the White-browed Eagle King told them about it, they wouldn't have believed it!

Even now that I've seen it with my own eyes, I still feel like I'm dreaming.

What was Zhang Sanfeng's standing in the martial arts world?

How old is Xiao Yaoqing?

What kind of skill could make this brilliant old master treat Xiao Yaoqing with such respect, like a student?

Ah Da, Ah Er, Ah San, and the two elders of Xuanming seemed to have forgotten their own injuries, staring blankly at Xiao Yaoqing's back.

Yu Chifeng and the ascetic Fan Yao looked at Xiao Yaoqing with undisguised admiration in their eyes.

Not to mention Zhao Min.

At this moment, Zhao Min's gaze was somewhat dazed, her eyes filled with an unyielding love.

She held the small, broken sword that Xiao Yaoqing had given her in her arms, as if she were holding Xiao Yaoqing himself.

To be honest, Xiao Yaoqing was a little surprised by Zhang Sanfeng's reaction.

Xiao Yaoqing was completely bewildered.

He just casually rambled on about "no sword, no moves".

Zhang Sanfeng actually took what was being played with seriously, and even looked like he had learned something.

This is just a bit outrageous.

He's barely even touched a sword!

Seeing Zhang Sanfeng's respectful attitude, Xiao Yaoqing could only stand there with a stiff upper lip, his back almost sweating.

The Wudang disciples around them stared wide-eyed, their jaws practically dropping to the ground.

The entire hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Zhang Sanfeng bowed to Xiao Yaoqing, his tone carrying a hint of respect:

"Master Xiao, you may all leave now. I will not stop you."

"If you have time in the future, I hope Master Xiao can come to Wudang again and give me some pointers."

What is that?

Should we have Xiao Yaoqing come to Wudang again to instruct us on swordsmanship?

Everyone present was stunned.

Is this really something Zhang Sanfeng would say?

Everyone's mind went blank.

I just hope this dream ends soon.