Swallowing the Stars: The Wind Sword Master.

Chapter 4 Father vs. Son

Ning Hua turned and left expressionlessly.

The response was quite prompt; commendable courage!

Excellent as always.

But it wouldn't do if we took it out for a walk; it had to be brought back in less than a day.

This is a fact!

In fact, Ning Hua also had some doubts.

He knew his son fairly well; he had a solid foundation, was in good combat condition, and had become very experienced under his tutelage. Once he adapted to some wilderness environments, he would be a valuable asset to the team.

Could it be that his former brothers found it troublesome?

Did it delay your ability to make money?

No, this shouldn't be the case. This is fresh blood that is completely trustworthy. Ning Ze is the leader of the younger generation in this group, so there's no reason for him to be ostracized.

The second-floor training room.

This is where Ning Ze has cultivated since childhood. It has a diameter of more than 200 square meters. Apart from not having many testing instruments, the equipment for daily cultivation is very complete. It can be said that although it is small, it has all the necessary parts.

Ning Hua, as a direct warrior of the Limitless Martial Arts Academy, not only serves as the head of a branch of the Limitless Martial Arts Academy, but also reached the level of warrior many years ago. His achievements naturally deserve such treatment.

At this moment, the father and son stood facing each other.

Ning Hua's face was gloomy, and the shadow of his burly figure stretched all the way to Ning Ze's feet. He pressed his palm against the end of the hilt of a gilded battle sword that was more than 1.5 meters long and embedded in the floor.

On the other side, Ning Ze's expression was unusually calm. Compared to his father, he was five or six centimeters shorter and much thinner.

Having just returned from the wilderness, he was covered in dust, his face was also covered in dirt, and he looked rather disheveled.

"Sing!"

A flash of silver light, a lingering sword shadow.

Ning Ze flicked his longsword, his bangs swaying slightly, his eyes fixed intently ahead, not daring to relax for a moment.

He was prepared for battle; he never dared to underestimate his father.

Even if his movement technique is at the "Subtle Level", it is still the same.

No matter what, Ning Hua is a powerful warrior. Although he is disabled, it does not mean that he is weak.

At the very least, it's still quite easy to torment him.

Those who survived the Great Nirvana and live in this era, if they can cultivate themselves, will not have a problem with being lame.

Especially that golden prosthetic limb; if anyone dares to underestimate it, even a warrior-level expert would suffer a setback.

After becoming disabled, he trained for nearly eight years and successfully mastered a new combat skill. His prosthetic limb is a unique weapon!

While their maximum speed may decrease, their combat skills can no longer be predicted using conventional methods.

Seeing Ning Ze's wary expression, Ning Hua couldn't pinpoint any faults.

But this son, whom he usually takes great pride in, made him lose face today.

"Tell me, what exactly happened this time? You were sent back ahead of schedule. I'll give you a chance to explain!"

Ning Hua still felt he should give his son a chance so he could address the root of the problem and correct his mistakes. His goal was never to hit him, but to help his son improve. If there were any serious errors, it would be easier to determine the appropriate level of punishment.

Ning Ze's expression remained unchanged, and he didn't even blink.

"Dad, words are useless; let's see what we can do!"

Ning Hua's lips twitched; he had been fooled in the same way before!

On the surface, he appears gentle and mild-mannered, just like his mother.

Actually, this kid has a ruthless streak hidden inside! He's cold and decisive in battle, and you won't even utter a sound of pain when he hits you hard.

Exactly, how come someone who's so courageous in front of him becomes a coward once they leave the city and gets sent back?

"good!"

"I love your personality!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ning Hua sprang up instantly, the floor thumping with heavy thuds, and his prosthetic limb struck the other side like a golden lightning bolt.

Fortunately, technology has advanced a lot these days. Since this villa can be used to build a training room, it has a certain degree of earthquake resistance. If this were in a wilderness area, the whole building would have collapsed.

Ning Ze was thrilled at the sight, his blood boiling with excitement.

From a young age, his father was the pillar of the family, his everything.

But one day, his father returned with injuries and became clumsy in his movements. That's when he realized that his father was not invincible and that there were many terrifying beings in the wild.

However, his father's place in his heart has never changed. It is because of his father's existence that they, the weak, can be protected. His father is a hero!

He had been trained countless times before, but Ning Hua's figure never changed; he remained invincible.

Ning Hua's current speed is even faster than the Shadow Cat Monster that Ning Ze fought in the wilderness area, which has exceeded the limit speed of an ordinary high-level warrior!

He has definitely reached the level of a warrior general!

but!

He can now clearly see his father's movements!

Ning Ze seemed to see his father's limit, so he was very close to the goal he had set for himself since childhood!

First, defeat your own father!

Ning Ze felt his body temperature rising, and his mouth was unbearably dry and itchy. He couldn't help but lick his lips, "Swift Wind Sword Slash!"

He drew his sword and slashed, the sword light falling like a white ribbon.

"Good lad! You dare to attack first!"

Ning Hua also roared, his eyes flashing with a fierce light, like angry golden light, and swung his gilded broadsword to slash.

Despite this imposing aura, Ning Ze was not afraid at all; instead, a smile appeared on his lips.

It looked like it was coming on strong, and its speed was terrifying, but its attack speed was far inferior.

My father was a junior warrior, with a strength of 8000 kg to 16000 kg. He was a force to be reckoned with, and no matter how much he struggled, it was no use.

Ning Hua never used too much of her strength to fight him.

Ning Ze was certain that the force of this strike would not exceed 4000 kg, which was the limit of a mid-level warrior's strength.

If this attack had occurred before heading to the wilderness, it might have left him in a sorry state, likely resulting in a brutal defeat.

But now, he is not the same person he used to be.

"clang!"

The silvery-white sword light was cleaved in two with a single strike.

Ning Ze was not surprised at all. As he dodged to the side, he slashed horizontally with his long sword.

The gilded broadsword barely grazed half a centimeter from his side, and Ning Hua's expression froze slightly.

This strike would never hit a vital spot, and Ning Ze was still wearing his combat uniform, so he wouldn't suffer serious injuries. Therefore, he didn't hold back at all.

How could it be so easily dodged? And it even had the strength to counterattack?

Ning Hua, wielding a gilded broadsword, easily deflected the longsword with the blade of his sword with a clang.

This casual strike was also powerful and heavy. The gilded broadsword continued its momentum as it slashed towards Ning Ze. The attack method was almost identical to Ning Ze's, clearly indicating that it was an attempt to overwhelm him with brute force.

Ning Hua felt a faint sense of anticipation. "What will you do?"

Ning Ze remained unfazed, and with a flick of his wrist, he executed a sword flourish, causing the longsword that had been parried to pierce Ning Hua's wrist at an even faster speed.

Ning Hua's expression froze, and he could only defend himself by deflecting the longsword.

Unexpectedly, Ning Ze's arm brushed past the blade, and with a flourish of his sword, he thrust it straight at Ning Ze's throat.

"Good lad!"

Ning Hua was puzzled. This kid's swordsmanship was particularly agile today. He was also bold and lucky, and he actually managed to reach under his blade!

Inside the training room, swords and blades clashed and flashed frequently as the two moved with incredible speed, seemingly shifting between forms.

After exchanging over a hundred blows, Ning Hua felt somewhat powerless.

He was completely stunned.

Today's battle was very strange.

He originally wanted to teach his son a lesson!

As a result, the kid dodged his attacks once or twice; he was very slippery.

Not only are they not embarrassed, but they can also counterattack. How can they be so seemingly unable to win and about to lose?

Are we going to lose?

Ning Hua's pupils suddenly contracted, his eyes darted around, and the force in his hands subtly increased, while the speed of his feet also gradually increased.

"They shouldn't notice, right? Everyone has a few tricks up their sleeve."

In a short time.

Ning Ze felt a surge of pressure, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Old Man was far more experienced in combat than that Shadow Cat Monster. He only managed to gain the upper hand because he was familiar with Old Man's attack methods.

Now, he felt like he was about to collapse, and even his defense became cautious.

Ning Ze gritted his teeth and persevered, his palms going numb with each clash of swords.

"I need to become even stronger! Otherwise, I won't be able to stop them at all!"

"Oh, right, I also have sword techniques!"

Ning Ze was completely focused, holding nothing but his longsword.

Another fierce battle ensued.

Ning Hua casually cleaved Ning Ze into pieces with a single slash, staggering a few steps before successfully dissipating the force.

He smiled smugly. Good lad, after fighting for so long, this one slash was the most satisfying.

At the same time, he was also excited. If he had been suppressed by his previous lessons, he would not have been able to think about so much.

So after he unleashed his power, he was able to easily put Ning Ze in a dangerous situation, which also made him realize the strangeness of their battle.

Every time he slashed down, Ning Ze would dodge with the simplest movements, each time seemingly about to hit, but always missing by just a little bit.

At first, he felt something was amiss.

Once...twice...ten times...a hundred times...

After so many times, how could he not know what was going on?

This is clearly the "Subtle Level" in the realm of movement techniques.

He never dared to think of it before, but after repeated experiments, he had to admit that it was clearly a "microscopic level" movement technique.

Now he understood why Ning Ze had returned after only one day.

His son is a genius!

He's also an unparalleled genius in combat!

Having reached the wilderness area in less than a day, one can directly enter the "Subtlety Level" movement technique. Who can do that?

Apart from his son, he was the first general who didn't even have the "microscopic" movement technique after more than ten years of fighting!

Thinking this way, Ning Hua's face was full of smiles, and when he looked at Ning Ze again, he was filled with satisfaction and surprise.

That resolute gaze, even when forced to this extent, his hands must have been numb from the shock, as if he felt nothing at all.

Remain calm in the face of danger! Be resolute and decisive! Charge forward with courage!

This is a born warrior!

Ning Hua once again casually deflected the longsword with his gilded broadsword, preparing to call a halt.

Unexpectedly, this casual swing did not produce the sound of swords clashing.

"Is this some kind of microscopic prediction? Truly impressive."

"But where's that kid's sword?"

Ning Hua instantly sensed something was wrong. The next second, his eyes widened, not because he had found the longsword, but because he felt a chill run down his spine.

Countless life-or-death battles honed an instinct in him—the taste of death.

Ning Hua trusted her intuition.

The person was right in front of him, and he blocked Ning Ze's hand with his own.

In an instant, his subconscious made a rough prediction, and a flash of inspiration struck him. Ning Hua leaned back with all his might, while simultaneously raising his head and trying his best to lower his body.

In that instant, he saw a flash of silver light burst forth from under his armpit.

Cold and swift, the speed far exceeded that of Ning Ze's rapier. The tip of the sword locked onto his throat, and as he fell, the tip of the sword sank rapidly.

Ning Hua felt like he had a different son, and that this person was going to kill him!

Without the slightest hesitation, he rolled over as soon as he fell to the ground, but unexpectedly, the longsword flashed and stabbed at his wrist holding the knife again.

So ruthless?

As he rolled, Ning Hua's lips twitched violently as he unleashed his secret weapon, kicking out with all his might with his right foot.

"Ding!"

The golden prosthetic limb, with its immense force exceeding 10000 kg, directly sent the silver-white longsword flying.

Ning Hua turned around and sat on the ground, supporting himself with his hands and battle sword. He looked ahead angrily, feeling utterly humiliated! This kid had actually been hiding a sneak attack!

At this moment, Ning Ze stood straight in front, his arms raised diagonally towards the sky with the force he had just exerted, his five arms outstretched in a flying posture, as he entered a state of enlightenment.

"Kid! You want to kill your father?"

With a furious shout, Ning Hua's eyes blazed with anger as he strode over, looking ready to interrogate him.

Hearing the voice, Ning Ze snapped out of his thoughts and asked, somewhat confused, "Dad, what did you say?"

After he finished speaking, he looked ahead somewhat absentmindedly.

[Mastery of "Swift Wind Sword Technique" 1/10000]

He had previously felt that his swordsmanship would improve significantly, but when he actually reached the mastery level, he discovered that his swordsmanship was different from that in the manual.

He had been feeling that strange power.

Ning Hua's face twitched. He had originally intended to teach his son a lesson, but instead, he was stabbed and fell to the ground! This kid really went all out!

Fortunately, the son seemed to have realized something and did not notice his defeat.

Ning Hua feigned seriousness and asked, "How did it feel just now? I felt your speed had increased considerably."

"Just now?"

Ning Ze hesitated for a moment, then said uncertainly, "I sense a mysterious power."

Ning Hua: ? ? ?

What kind of answer is that?

It also possesses magical power.

That's the power of patricide!

If he hadn't been a junior general with extensive combat experience, and hadn't launched a surprise attack at such close range, an ordinary general would have been caught off guard and met his end on the spot.

He was almost killed by his son!

Ning Hua's face darkened; he couldn't possibly have such a genius son!

He practices with a knife, while Ning Ze practices with a sword!

When the two started fighting, this kid always had a ruthless streak. He used to appreciate this personality, since it was quite easy for him to fight. But now he felt something was off.

His son doesn't look like him either.

He was a strong, eight-foot-tall man, and he had a handsome, thin son.

No matter how I think about it, something just doesn't feel right.

Ning Ze even pulled the sword out of the wall, walked up to him, and said this.

"Dad, please let me make a cut with my sword?"

Ning Hua stared blankly at Ning Ze, her eyes scanning him from head to toe, looking at his nose and eyes, but finding no resemblance whatsoever.

She's nineteen years old, she should be fully developed by now, but she's still a head shorter than him. That shouldn't be normal, right?

Fortunately, he looks a lot like his mother, and the couple survived together through the Great Nirvana period. Otherwise, he would have really thought that his son had been switched at birth!

Ning Ze was very surprised. "Dad, what's wrong? I want you to test my strength."

Ning Hua grinned, his smile so bright it almost distorted his face. His son was an unparalleled genius; the seed had been planted twenty years ago, and the harvest was more than he could have imagined!

"Bring it on, let me see what skills you've mastered."

(End of this chapter)