The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, becoming a disciple of Yue Buqun.

Cong Buqi maintained his strength, even increasing it, and was about to strike Jiang Ning in the next second.

But to his shock, the other side accelerated slightly just as it was about to get close to him, heading straight for his arms.

Bang!

Jiang Ning and Cong Buqi collided head-on. The force of their collision caused Cong Buqi a sharp pain in his chest. His hand was still suspended in mid-air. The two were too close, and his sword could not reach Jiang Ning.

Jiang Ning looked at him with the same cold expression, a slight smile on his lips. The next second, Jiang Ning bent his knee, placed his left hand on Cong Buqi's shoulder, and thrust his knee hard. Cong Buqi felt a sharp pain in his abdomen and couldn't help but bend over, his eyes wide open.

But Jiang Ning didn't stop; he delivered another knee strike while simultaneously releasing his grip.

After being struck twice in succession by the knee, Cong Buqi couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood and fall backward.

In that instant, Jiang Ning twisted his wrist and swung his hand horizontally.

A string of blood droplets flew out.

Cong Buqi fell to the ground, his eyes wide open in anger, staring at the sky, his gaze gradually becoming unfocused, his body convulsing.

Blood flowed freely from his neck, staining the ground where he lay red.

Jiang Ning looked at his convulsing body and raised her eyes slightly.

Cong Buqi.

dead!

Chapter 112: The Second Battle

"it is good!"

A loud shout rang out.

Lin Pingzhi stood in the crowd, his face flushed with excitement as he watched the result unfold.

Of all the people present, besides Yue Buqun, he cared the most about Jiang Ning. Although he was a year or two older than Jiang Ning, he was deeply moved by Jiang Ning's care and guidance and truly regarded Jiang Ning as his senior brother.

Although he couldn't say a word when he saw Jiang Ning and Cong Buqi fighting, his concern for Jiang Ning was no less than that for Yue Buqun. Yue Buqun was prepared to save Jiang Ning at any time, but he was also prepared to rush forward and die in Jiang Ning's place if Jiang Ning was really in danger.

Seeing Jiang Ning finally kill Cong Buqi, Lin Pingzhi's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally relaxed, and he couldn't help but cheer loudly.

His voice was so loud that it hurt the ears of the Huashan disciples next to him, and they all covered their ears.

But they weren't angry; they were actually excited.

They had always known that Jiang Ning was powerful, but they didn't know he was this powerful, capable of killing Cong Buqi, a master of the previous generation, entirely through sheer strength. This excited them greatly.

Yue Buqun and Ning Zhongze smiled.

Clang~

Jiang Ning sheathed his longsword and returned to Yue Buqun's side.

"Well done."

Yue Buqun nodded slightly to Jiang Ning, and then he also stepped forward and stood in the training ground.

"Brother Feng, please."

Yue Buqun gestured to Feng Buping, inviting him to join in.

Feng Buping and Cheng Buyou both looked grim.

They never expected that Cong Buqi would die by the sword of a junior. In a one-on-one fight, it was all about raw strength, and they had no words to say about his death.

With Cong Buqi's death, Yue Buqun's side won the first round. Even if Cheng Buyou defeats Ning Zhongze, it won't change the outcome.

Judging from the imposing aura Yue Buqun displayed in the main hall earlier, his strength was terrifying, and Feng Buping could not possibly be his match.

To be honest, they could already see the outcome before the game even started.

But if we just don't fight, they came in all high spirits, and now they're leaving in a sorry state. How will they ever have the face to live in this world again? How will they face their master and the others after they die?

Faced with this inevitable defeat, Feng Buping gritted his teeth, stepped forward, and pointed his long sword at the ground.

"Feng Buping of the Sword Sect, please enlighten me."

Yue Buqun nodded slightly, indicating that Feng Buping could make his move.

Yue Buqun stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm and composed.

Upon seeing him like this, Feng Buping's expression turned angry.

"You don't use a sword?"

Yue Buqun chuckled and shook his head: "No need."

The Qi Sect focuses on cultivating internal energy. At its highest level, even plucking flowers or flying leaves can injure people, so whether or not a sword is used doesn't really make a big difference.

Feng Buping was furious.

Even though the outcome was predictable and Feng Buping was prepared to die, he absolutely could not tolerate Yue Buqun's disdain for him.

call out!

Feng Buping thrust his sword forward with incredible speed; all others could see was the shadow he left behind.

Among everyone present, he was the strongest besides Yue Buqun. Even Ding Mian and Lu Bai, the Thirteen Protectors of Songshan, admitted that their internal strength was superior. It was precisely because of this that Ding Mian and the others were confident enough to lead Feng Buping and the others to Mount Hua to force Yue Buqun to submit.

Feng Buping moved with incredible speed, his longsword flashing with each strike faster than the last, creating a series of sword shadows that enveloped Yue Buqun, making it impossible for him to dodge.

The wind howled, but there was no wind on Mount Hua at this moment; the sound of the wind was coming from Feng Buping's sword.

This is the Gale Sword Technique he created after fifteen years of dedicated research, all for this moment.

When the Sword Sect lost the battle of sword energy, the disciples were arrogant and most of them committed suicide. Only he, Cheng Buyou, and Cong Buqi endured it, hoping to revitalize the Sword Sect in the future.

He had waited too long for this day, but the blows of reality were unbearable.

He was no longer willing to endure it. Even if he died at the hands of Yue Buqun, he would be able to face his master, uncles, and fellow disciples from back then.

Feng Buping's expression was fierce, and he showed no mercy in his every move.

Faced with this attack, Yue Buqun's expression did not change much, still with that faint smile, and he did not even move his body, but none of the attacks that were as dense as a rain of swords landed on him.

Feng Buping thrust his sword towards Yue Buqun's left shoulder.

Yue Buqun remained calm, and just as the sword was about to strike him, he reached out and grabbed the tip of the sword, preventing it from advancing any further.

The longsword was sharp, but Yue Buqun's hand was not cut at all. A thin layer of internal energy covered his hand, protecting his palm.

Feng Buping clenched his teeth, his inner strength surging and flowing into his sword.

Yue Buqun raised an eyebrow, casually pulled his hand, and the internal force that Feng Buping had transferred to the sword was guided out, shooting into the open ground behind Yue Buqun and blasting a large hole.

Seeing this, Feng Buping's expression turned solemn. He wanted to continue transmitting his internal energy, but Yue Buqun had already released his hand and gently pushed him forward.

Feng Buping immediately felt a powerful force coming from the sword, and his body was pushed back four or five steps by this force. He finally had to use the sword to brace himself against the ground to stop himself.

Feng Buping was slightly out of breath as he looked solemnly at Yue Buqun opposite him.

Yue Buqun remained standing in the same spot, motionless.

Feng Buping's expression hardened, and he swung his longsword continuously, unleashing bursts of sword energy that rushed straight towards Yue Buqun.

At the same time, Feng Buping charged forward with his sword, aiming directly at Yue Buqun's face with incredible speed.

Faced with the dense, rain-like sword energy, Yue Buqun simply waved his hand, and a pale purple internal force emanated from his sleeve, forming a thin barrier in front of him.

As the rain of swords arrived, it struck the barrier in dense, relentless blows, creating the sound of raindrops falling.

The rain of swords was dense, but it melted away when it hit the barrier. The purple film also gradually faded, and the purple barrier completely disappeared after the sword energy completely vanished.

The instant the sword energy disappeared, Feng Buping's killing move arrived in the blink of an eye.

Without making any other moves, Yue Buqun just chuckled lightly, but the instant Feng Buping thrust forward, Yue Buqun stretched out two fingers to pinch the tip of the sword, stopping the longsword steadily in front of him, without advancing an inch further.

Yue Buqun held the sword between two fingers, then gently flicked the blade with the back of his fingers.

The longsword trembled, and Feng Buping's internal energy was thrown into disarray. He was forced to retreat again, this time unable to even stop himself.

when!

The shockwave from the longsword caused Feng Buping to lose his grip, and the sword slipped from his hand, falling to the ground with a clanging sound before shattering into countless fragments, leaving only the hilt.

Feng Buping stared blankly at the sword hilt on the ground, his gaze unfocused.

"We lost, we still lost..."

Feng Buping murmured to himself.

Then, Feng Buping turned to look at Yue Buqun and slowly closed his eyes: "I lost, make your move."

The rule is that if you lose, you die.

Cheng Buyou stood on the sidelines watching this scene, gritted his teeth, and ultimately said nothing.

"hehe."

Faced with Feng Buping's surrender, Yue Buqun simply chuckled and shook his head.

After waiting for a long time without any action, Feng Buping opened his eyes and looked at Yue Buqun: "Why don't you make a move?"

Yue Buqun stood with his hands behind his back, a smile on his face, just as before.

"The outcome is already decided; there's no need to kill you anymore."

Upon hearing this, Feng Buping's gaze wavered, his thoughts seemingly drifting back to decades ago.

That's what the Qi Sect people told them back then.

The Qi Sect did not exterminate them, but only made them swear never to return to Mount Hua and they were spared their lives. However, many disciples of the Sword Sect were proud and arrogant and could not accept this outcome, let alone leave the Mount Hua Sect. They would rather die than live a wretched life.

They were born members of the Huashan Sect, and they will die as ghosts of the Huashan Sect.

Chapter 113: Wrong, all wrong

"Hehe, hehe."

Feng Buping couldn't help but laugh at himself.