A Blood-Moving Realm has arrived in the world of The Return of the Condor Heroes.

"Brother Zhang, you're up so late again."

Yang Guo was practicing swordsmanship with Xiaolongnu at this moment, their figures intertwined like two wild geese flying together.

Zhang Huai stretched and yawned widely, saying, "Is it still late?"

He looked up at the sun; it was only a little past seven in the morning, which was already an early start for him.

Zhang Huai watched the two figures dancing, sometimes side by side, sometimes one attacking and the other defending.

After finishing their practice, the two stood with their swords on their backs.

Zhang Huai shouted, clapping his hands, "Excellent! You two are truly a divine couple, dancing gracefully. With your swords combined, who can stand against you?"

"Brother Zhang is joking. My aunt's swordsmanship is unparalleled. I'm still a bit behind."

Xiaolongnu, who was standing to the side, smiled broadly when she heard Zhang Huai say that they were like a divine couple.

"Why don't you have a match with me, Brother Zhang?" Yang Guo suddenly said to Zhang Huai.

"Me?" Zhang Huai pointed to himself. "Maybe we should just forget about it. I've only been practicing martial arts for two days, so I'm definitely not as good as you."

"No, Brother Zhang, although you've only been practicing martial arts for a few days, you possess innate superhuman strength and a powerful physique. This alone has leveled the gap between us. Don't you want to see just how far you can go with your own body?"

Yang Guo's words were suggestive.

Unfortunately, Zhang Huai was indeed tempted. He really wanted to see how he differed from these martial arts masters who cultivated internal energy.

Zhang Huai rubbed his hands together, feeling an unbearable itch in his heart. So he pulled off his outer robe, revealing his strong upper body, the muscle lines taut under the sunlight.

"Alright, then I'll spar with Brother Yang for a bit. Don't laugh at me if I lose."

Little Dragon Girl stood with her hands behind her back to the side, her plain white dress fluttering in the wind, watching quietly with a hint of expectation in her eyes.

Yang Guo chuckled lightly, drew his Qingyin Steel Sword, and gently flicked it at the black staff beside him, saying:

"Brother Zhang, take the baton!"

Zhang Huaiwen caught the black iron rod firmly in his hand, twirled it a couple of times, and said, "Brother Yang, please, let's stop here."

Yang Guo lightly touched the ground with the tip of his sword, activated the Ancient Tomb Sect's internal energy cultivation method, and concealed his aura.

Zhang Huai twirled his staff, unleashing the "Mountain-Shaking Stance" of the "Mountain-Breaking Staff Technique," the staff whistling through the air with unparalleled power and ferocity.

He pushed off the ground with his foot, leaving a shallow indentation. He pounced straight forward like a tiger.

With a horizontal swing of the stick, Zhang Huai aimed straight at Yang Guo's side waist. He understood his advantage and his strike was intended to end the fight.

Although he was a beginner in the "Breaking Mountain Staff Technique" and his moves were still somewhat clumsy, he used the divine power of the Blood-Moving Realm to bring out the full force of the staff technique.

Yang Guo, on the other side, remained calm and composed; he knew Zhang Huai's situation all too well.

He spun around and used the Ancient Tomb Sect's ultimate technique, "Heavenly Net and Earthly Net," his movements as swift as a ghost. With a barely perceptible force, he tapped the staff with the spine of his sword, thus avoiding being attacked and neutralizing Zhang Huai's force with a soft touch.

Zhang Huai felt the stick in his hand vibrating, and his entire arm went numb from the vibration. The stick's momentum shifted slightly, just barely grazing past Yang Guo.

However, instead of retreating, he advanced, his staff technique suddenly changed, and he used the "River-Breaking Style". He grabbed the end of the staff with his other hand and pushed it forward.

The tip of the staff aimed straight at Yang Guo's chest, intending to use the staff to meet the sword blade head-on.

"Watch out!" Little Dragon Girl watched in alarm. She knew Zhang Huai's strength. If Guo'er didn't neutralize this move and Zhang Huai didn't hold back, Guo'er would be seriously injured!

Yang Guo's eyes narrowed, and he used the "Nine Palaces Eight Trigrams Step" to narrowly avoid Zhang Huai's killing move.

Although Yang Guo had only studied the "Nine Palaces Eight Trigrams Steps" for a few days, his extraordinary talent meant that his steps already had a certain flair.

Yang Guo's swordplay suddenly accelerated, his silver shadow flashing like lightning, his swordsmanship changing rapidly; it was none other than the Ancient Tomb Sect's ultimate technique, the "Jade Maiden Swordplay."

The sword light swirled around, as gentle as willow catkins in the wind, yet concealed deadly intent. Each strike used minimal force to precisely target the weaknesses in Zhang Huai's staff technique.

Zhang Huai felt a dazzling display of sword light before his eyes, with sword shadows appearing all around him.

He roared and unleashed the full power of the "Mountain-Breaking Staff Technique," with the force to split Mount Hua and the might to strike the Yellow Dragon.

He wielded the black iron rod with impenetrable skill, the wind from the rod carrying the sound of swords, the shadow of the rod countering the wind from the swords.

The sword blade clashed with the staff, sparks flying everywhere.

Yang Guo was secretly alarmed. The "Broken Mountain Staff Technique" was indeed fierce and domineering. He dared not get close to Zhang Huai and only used the "Nine Palaces Eight Trigrams Step" to move around him.

His swordsmanship became increasingly fierce, but he always maintained a sense of restraint, attacking without killing.

Although Zhang Huai was a beginner in staff techniques, he was able to avoid vital points the moment the sword blade touched his body, thanks to his extremely fast reaction speed. Occasionally, he could even seize the opportunity to sweep Yang Guo's lower body with the "Zhenyue Style".

Yang Guo could only spin around to dodge. The bluestone beneath his feet was shaken by the force of the staff, sending shards flying everywhere. He couldn't imagine what would happen if that hit someone; they would be covered in bruises.

The two exchanged blows, one fast and one slow, locked in a fierce and inseparable battle. The light of swords and the shadows of staffs clashed, the whistling of the wind, the whooshing of staffs, and the ringing of swords blended together, startling the birds flying in the distant forest.

Xiaolongnu stood aside, sometimes sweating for Yang Guo, and sometimes slightly moved by Zhang Huai's fierce "Breaking Mountain Staff Technique".

As the battle reached its climax, Yang Guo changed his moves again, using the Ancient Tomb School's "Soft Net Stance," his sword moving like a nimble snake, aiming straight for Zhang Huai's right wrist.

Zhang Huai had no time to dodge and took the sword blow with the back of his hand. The blade grazed his skin, leaving only a thin line of blood.

Yang Guo was startled and was about to sheathe his sword, but Zhang Huai grabbed the spine of the sword with his other hand and held it tightly with one hand. With a forceful tug, he tried to pull Yang Guo and the sword together.

Yang Guo felt a tremendous force coming from him. He quickly came up with a plan, loosened his sword and spun around, using the Ancient Tomb Sect's "Lightness Skill and Leap Technique". He touched Zhang Huai's shoulder with his toes, used the force to leap backward, and at the same time, he struck Zhang Huai's back with a backhand palm strike, "Red Dust Night Run" from the "Beauty Fist Technique".

"Bang!"

Zhang Huai felt a jolt in his back, but remained as steady as a mountain, still gripping Yang Guo's green sword tightly in his hand. The sword was bent into an arc in his hand, but it did not break.

The two stopped fighting at the same time, panting and staring at each other.

Yang Guo shook his numb wrist, his eyes full of admiration, and said, "Brother Zhang, your 'Mountain-Breaking Staff Technique' is already quite powerful and fierce. Coupled with your innate divine strength, it's like an Arhat descending to earth! No matter how exquisite my Ancient Tomb Sect sword technique is or how strong my internal energy is, it will be difficult to harm you in the slightest."

Zhang Huai handed the sword back to Yang Guo; it was already full of nicks and chips. He said, "Brother Yang, you are truly amazing. Your Jade Maiden Sword Technique is unpredictable and elusive. You've probably mastered about 80% of the footwork taught by the old master. Your sword is so fast that I can't even keep up. If it weren't for my thick skin, I probably would have been riddled with holes by you. This Broken Mountain Staff Technique is indeed powerful; I'll have to practice it more."

Xiaolongnu stepped forward, took out a bottle of wound medicine from her bosom, and handed it to Zhang Huai, saying, "Young Master Zhang, please apply this first."

Although her voice was still cold, it carried a hint of warmth. After spending the past few days together, she had come to regard Zhang Huai as a friend.

Zhang Huai put down the iron rod in his hand, which was also grooved with many grooves. He thought to himself, "It seems I need to find a suitable weapon in the future, otherwise, as my strength increases, I might break it one day."

After receiving the wound medicine, Zhang Huai thanked Xiaolongnu and then turned to Yang Guo, saying, "Brother Yang, let's go up the mountain to find the senior later."