Star Iron: Imaginary numbers? Dude, I play with quantum reconstruction.

Xing looked at Qiong and asked, "Where was the sword forged before?"

“That’s right. Since this brother is a swordsman, then I will fight him with the Qiongquan Sword.”

Yan Qing was slightly puzzled. "The Qiongquan Sword? What is that?"

Qiong Ziran said, "You'll understand when we get there."

Yanqing took out her phone, intending to call Xingcha, "In that case, I'll call Xingcha..."

Qiong walked up to Yanqing and put his phone away. "There's no need for that."

"Fly there on a sword?" Yanqing asked, puzzled and confused.

Qiong turned to Xing and said, "We have a faster way. As powerful beings, why would we use something like this? Xing, let's teleport."

Xing said coldly, "Please beg me."

Qiong hesitated, unable to speak further; she had already made that boast. "Fine, I beg you."

Xing looked at Qiong's suddenly changed expression and said, "Uh...don't you have any bottom line?"

“The strong don’t need such things; they only bind me.”

When it comes to making shamelessness sound so refreshing and elegant, Xing is utterly impressed.

.......

Dan Ding Si — Beach —

Yanqing gripped his sword and gazed at the sky.

"I forgot to ask your names at the Earth Balance Office. How should I address you?"

Qiong feigned profundity and turned away. "Those who have fallen to my sword are not worthy to know my name. If you wish to know my name, then declare war on me with the sword in your hand."

Yanqing: ? ? ?

Yanqing felt that the person in front of him was even more arrogant than him. Announcing one's name before a duel is a normal procedure, but this was the first time he had seen this type of person.

"Uh... since you are a disciple of Master Jifeng, then I shall dare to call you junior brother. Junior brother, aren't you going to draw your sword?"

Qiong chuckled, "I'm afraid I'll startle you when I draw my sword. Because my sword... is no ordinary one."

A sword hilt slowly appeared in Qiong's hand, "Qiong Fist Sword!"

Yanqing frowned as he looked at the faintly visible sword hilt. The hilt was weathered and rough, clearly having witnessed many battles.

He felt the pressure; it was as if he had kicked a hornet's nest.

When the sword appeared, Yanqing was shocked.

Because the sword was covered in fist marks, he could tell at a glance that it had been through a very brutal battle.

"Has that sword ever fought against a powerful enemy?"

Yanqing gripped the sword tighter. "Junior brother, this sword of yours..."

Qiong brandished his longsword and said, "Haha, this is a holy sword I forged myself. I will prove to you that your pampered sword is useless."

Qiong started taunting, trying to provoke Yan Qing. Although he didn't know what the point was, he'd seen this done in videos online. Before a fight, two people always started by exchanging trash talk.

“My swords…indeed. Compared to yours, they are somewhat pampered. But they are not without purpose!”

Yan Qing looked at the sword in his hand; it was indeed very well maintained. According to Qiong, it could be considered pampered.

But he couldn't stand Qiong saying that his sword was useless.

Xing watched and listened to the conversation from a distance. She felt that Qiong was somewhat off, especially the part about "[defeated by my sword....]".

She felt that the statement was a bit pretentious, and besides, Qiong didn't use a sword at all.

"Ugh... why did I agree to this out of the blue? Isn't this just a waste of time?"

"Zheng—"

Qiong Yijian cleaved Yan Qing's flying sword away and went straight into a 1v1 fight.

"Fight me with the sword in your hand. What is that flying sword? Is this kind of escapist fighting useful to you?"

Yanqing blocked the sword, then realized the force was quite great. He barely managed to deflect it.

"This power... is insurmountable. Like Teacher Ji Feng, it uses brute force to overcome all techniques? Could it be that the ultimate goal of swordsmanship is truly power?"

Before Yanqing could even think, the next sword strike came.

"Eat my sword of destruction!!!"

On that dilapidated sword, a destructive power was constantly erupting and burning.

"Bang----"

Yan Qing parried with a single sword. He felt like the opponent was Xia Tianba slashing wildly, but the problem was that he had absolutely no way to deal with it.

Faced with overwhelming power, his skills were somewhat weak. He had no time to worry about the flying sword, and his previously planned sneak attack strategy was rendered useless at this moment.

"Damn it, the difference in strength is absolute. Even if his swordsmanship is completely unorthodox, I have no way to break it."

"Yanqing! Swing your sword at me!!! Use your conviction to subdue me!!! You were the one who initiated the duel, yet now you are so cowardly and defenseless."

A frenzied swing! A fierce slash! A powerful cut! The clash of swords was like a symphony.

Yanqing could only hold on; compared to a sword, he felt that his opponent was using a hammer.

He kept retreating, realizing his weakness: strength. The difference in strength was too great.

"But I can't do it."

While swinging her sword, Qiong tried to persuade Yanqing with motivational words, "Can't do it? That's because you don't want to become a dentist!!! I never thought you were such a coward. You haven't even tried, how do you know you can't do it?"

"Yeah, I haven't even done it yet... Mouth and Teeth!!! Eight Swords Return to One!"

The eight swords behind him, which were used as decorations, were fused together by Yanqing's destiny power at this moment, becoming a giant sword.

"You're right. Perhaps I shouldn't call you junior brother. I should respectfully address you as teacher. I will abandon my previous fighting style and fight you with a new one."

Xing watched from a distance, her eyes wide open. "What? How did they get so worked up over the fight?"

Looking at Yan Qing like this, Qiong already knew. The other party had used all his strength, so he could no longer hold back.

"In that case, let's settle this with one decisive blow."

"Right on my mind."

"Stardust Ace!!!"

"Invincible! Three feet of water!!!"

The two swords clashed at close range, and with a clang, the Qiongquan Sword was destroyed.

Since it's made from flooring material, it's definitely not as good as the sword Yanqing bought at a high price.

Not to mention the forging technique; the metal fatigue of the Qiongquan Sword is almost overflowing.

"Uh... my natal sword is broken." Qiong looked at the hilt in her hand, where half of the blade was broken off.

Chapter 106 Qiong: You damned sword, did I allow you to break?

Yanqing, like a child who had done something wrong, said, "This...I'm sorry, I need to..."

Qiong walked a distance away, picked up the shard, and sighed, "Phew, there's no need for that. We just need to get the other half back. I have my own ways of disciplining disobedient swords."

"Shouldn't a broken sword be put away?"

Qiong disagreed with Yanqing's suggestion. "No, I will use my power once again to grant it rebirth."

If a weapon is disobedient, beat it until it obeys. Breaking it without the owner's permission is a sign of disobedience.

Yanqing was completely confused. "Rebirth? Could it be that you forged this sword? I didn't know you had this skill."

Qiong looked at the sword in her hand and sternly criticized:

"When did I allow you to break on your own? Although you're so disobedient, I will still mercifully repair you. 10 Volts!!! Destruction Forging Fist!!!"

The fists, crackling with electricity, kept striking the broken part; how could the broken sword withstand that?

Within minutes it turned into molten iron, and then it was reborn again.

Yanqing's feelings were very complicated at this moment. He never expected that this sword would come from such a way.

"As expected of Master Jifeng's disciple, his swordsmanship is extraordinary, and his forging skills are among the best of his peers."

He wasn't sure how strong the forging technique was, but the fact that a sword forged using this method could suppress him before made him feel that it was already very powerful. At least he couldn't forge a sword this way, beating the sword blank into a sword with his bare hands.

He had never heard of such a sword-forging technique even in the Bureau of Works, let alone now that the Bureau of Works no longer exists.

Qiong barely managed to repair his sword. "Now that you have passed my trial, I will tell you my name. It is a single character, Qiong."

Yanqing connected the name with the name of Qiong's sword, and also with Qiong's actions just now.

"Uh...so, the Sky Fist Sword means...a sword you created with your fist?"

Yan Qing felt his worldview collapsing. How could such a sword possibly suppress him? He didn't understand the point of buying a sword every month. If this kind of sword could fight, then what were all the other swords he bought?

Is it a pointless waste? He looked at the Eight-in-One Holy Sword in his hand, and a sense of absurdity rose in his heart for no reason.

He felt his sword spirit about to crumble; losing wasn't scary. What he feared was that the opponent's equipment was inferior to his.

Once the power of destiny above was removed, the holy sword split into eight.

"Phew... It's been a long time since I've had such a satisfying fight. Next time... uh. Once the workshop repairs it, I'll take you to buy a good sword. This sword of yours won't last long."

Qiong put away her sword and looked at Yanqing, who had a serious expression on her face, and said, "It's okay. This isn't my major. My main job is using a baseball bat."

Yanqing broke down, and he said that Qiong's swordsmanship looked a bit like Xia Tianba's wild slashing. If he replaced the object in his hand with a baseball bat, his swordsmanship would make much more sense.

Being able to fight a complete novice swordsman who was skilled at swordsmanship to this extent made him instantly realize that there are always people more skilled than you, and that there is always something beyond your understanding.

His swordsmanship was far inferior, or rather, what he lacked wasn't swordsmanship, but the mindset of a strong person; he had now set his sights on Qiong.

"It's a baseball bat... So, Ms. Qiong can use a baseball bat against me..."

Qiong frowned. He didn't want to play anymore; it would be embarrassing if he pulled out his baseball bat and still lost. "No time. Do you know any criminal gangs in Luofu? Preferably the kind with serious crimes, where they can get away with killing someone without consequence."

This question caught Yanqing off guard. "You two are indeed righteous men, but there is no such need in Luofu right now. The recently emerged secret of the Medicine King has also disappeared without a trace, and I can't think of anything for the time being... Moreover, I can't be of much help to Luofu right now. How about I take you two around to see the sights?"

Qiong thought about the Pill Refining Division, then thought of Bai Lu, and then of the Dragon Masters. If he remembered correctly, the Medicine King's secret manual had mentioned collaborating with these Dragon Masters.