Douluo Continent: Sword Named Star, Slaying Gods to Prove the Dao

"Young man, I've eaten more salt than you've eaten rice. Trying to provoke me won't work."

After helping Ning Dingling up, Ning Xingchen stepped forward and said, "I don't stoop to using reverse psychology."

"Your sword relies too much on your own soul power, losing the variation of sword moves and lacking the essence of the sword. Your swordsmanship has gone astray," Ning Xingchen said directly.

"Star, what are you saying?"

"As you saw, even I am no match for my father's sword," Sword Douluo said nervously.

Chen Jianjun is so obsessed with swords that calling him a sword fanatic wouldn't be an exaggeration, and he can even be quite serious about it at times.

"My swordsmanship has gone astray? You little brat, what do you know?" Chen Jianjun said with a look of disdain.

Ning Xingchen said, "Because under the same conditions, in a sword fight alone, you are no match for me."

"Haha, are kids these days so arrogant?"

"Xin'er, is this the sword genius you were talking about?" Chen Jianjun asked.

Sword Douluo suddenly recalled his usual sword practice with Ning Xingchen. If they didn't use soul power or rely on their strong physical strength, but only compared sword techniques, it seemed that Ning Xingchen might actually be able to win against Chen Jianjun.

Ning Xingchen usually seemed quite relaxed when practicing swordsmanship, as if he had even higher attainments in swordsmanship, but he just didn't use them.

"Why aren't you saying anything?" Chen Jianjun asked.

Sword Douluo said, "Father, what Xingchen said seems to be right. If it's just a matter of sword techniques, you really might not be Xingchen's match."

Chapter 15 Winning the Sword Duel, Chen Jianjun Breaks Through

Ning Xingchen and Chen Jianjun were sparring with swords, if it weren't for the fact that they had been practicing against someone of Sword Douluo's level for the past few months.

Otherwise, he really wouldn't have been so confident as to bring up the comparison with Chen Jianjun.

Sword Douluo usually sparred with him using sword techniques, controlling his strength and soul power, without any soul skills. Through long-term training, Ning Xingchen had become accustomed to this.

Furthermore, Chen Jianjun's sword techniques are similar to those of Sword Douluo.

After all, Sword Douluo was taught by Chen Jianjun himself, and Ning Xingchen had just fought with Sword Douluo and made a comparison, which led Ning Xingchen to have such thoughts.

Ning Dingling wanted to stop him, but when she heard Sword Douluo say that Ning Xingchen was ready, what could she say?

"Alright, I'll duel you with a sword!" Since his son had said so, Chen Jianjun also became interested in Ning Xingchen.

"If you can beat me, I can make an exception and help you this once."

"but……"

As Chen Jianjun spoke, his expression suddenly turned serious. He then looked at Sword Douluo and said, "If I win, you must leave the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and come here to cultivate the sword path with me in seclusion."

Sword Douluo ()

"Dad, you..."

Ning Xingchen said, "I am me, and Uncle Jian is Uncle Jian. My wins or losses cannot determine his future."

He wasn't entirely confident of winning the contest; even if he had a 90% chance, there was still a 10% chance of losing.

If the sect loses its Sword Douluo because of this, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School will face even greater difficulties, and may truly have no choice but to go into seclusion.

Ning Dingling said, "No, I don't agree."

She would rather not have Chen Jianjun emerge from seclusion than lose Sword Douluo.

Upon seeing this, Chen Xin went straight to Ning Dingling and Ning Xingchen.

"Ling, you must believe in your brother, you must believe in Xingchen."

“Star, I believe in you,” Sword Douluo said.

“Uncle Sword, you…” Ning Dingling and Ning Xingchen both looked at Sword Douluo.

Ning Dingling could only nod and say, "I believe in the stars."

"Go, Xingchen!" Ning Dingling said, clenching her fist.

Ning Xingchen said, "Sister, I will try my best."

After saying that, Ning Xingchen stepped forward again, looked at Chen Jianjun, and said, "Grandpa Sword, since you have already made such a request to me, it is not unreasonable for me to add a little more."

Chen Jianjun never imagined that he would lose to a six-year-old child.

It was still on the sword he was so proud of.

"Go ahead and say it. It's fine if you have three requests."

Ning Xingchen said, "Since you're telling Uncle Jian to leave the sect if he loses, then if I win, you'll not only have to help our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, but you'll also have to join our sect and become a sect elder for twenty years."

I originally intended to say ten years, but in thirteen years, Chen Jianjun will challenge Qian Daoliu, so I extended the timeline a bit.

Furthermore, with Chen Jianjun in the sect in the future, the tragedy of her sister Ning Dingling thirteen years later might be avoided.

"Twenty years?"

"Okay, I agree, provided you can win," Chen Jianjun said calmly.

After speaking, Ning Xingchen released his martial spirit, and the Star Sword was held in his hand.

The moment Ning Xingchen's sword appeared, Chen Jianjun's eyes lit up. As a fellow expert in swordsmanship, he naturally noticed the extraordinary nature of the sword in Ning Xingchen's hand.

Chen Jianjun said, "The direct descendants of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School actually possess an extraordinary sword-type martial soul."

Ning Xingchen said, "This is my martial spirit, the Star Sword."

"Seven Kill Sword!" Chen Jianjun also revealed his martial spirit.

But Chen Xin said, "Dad, you have to suppress your martial spirit and soul power. This time it's just a contest of moves."

“Xingchen’s soul power is currently at level sixteen. You need to keep it within this range. If you use too much power beyond his, then you will lose,” Chen Xin said.

"You child, who are your family?" Chen Jianjun was speechless. His own son was siding with outsiders instead of helping him.

However, when Chen Jianjun looked at the way his son was looking at Ning Dingling, he understood in his heart that it was a typical case of forgetting one's father after getting a wife.

“Alright, alright, I can still do that. Didn’t I practice with you like this when you were a kid?” Chen Jianjun said.

He, and Sword Douluo, both had this experience when they were young; their fathers taught them swordsmanship by hand.

When Sword Douluo was six years old, he did practice swordsmanship with him, so he was still able to control his soul power and strength.

"bring it on!"

As soon as Chen Jianjun finished speaking, Ning Xingchen's Seven Kill Sword suddenly shrank considerably.

"By the way, there's something else I'm quite curious about. You're probably not even seven years old yet, how could your soul power be at level sixteen?"

Ning Xingchen, holding up the Star Sword, said, "Because I possess innate full soul power!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ning Xingchen raised the Star Sword and stepped forward.

"Boy, your swordplay is too hasty."

Only after Chen Jianjun finished speaking did he calmly raise the Seven Kill Sword to meet Ning Xingchen.

After being suppressed, Chen Jianjun's speed slowed down considerably, but it was still faster than Ning Xingchen's.

bump……

The moment the two swords clashed, Ning Xingchen felt as if the sword in his hand was about to fall off.

Even though Chen Jianjun tried his best to restrain himself, Ning Xingchen still felt extremely uncomfortable.

If his body hadn't become stronger through cultivating the Starry Sky Sword Body, he would have been defeated in that one move.

I cannot directly confront his sword techniques.

Ning Xingchen's swordplay immediately changed; he drew his sword nimbly, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

Ning Xingchen's mastery of basic swordsmanship was unparalleled.

However, relying on his own understanding of swordsmanship, Chen Jianjun was able to neutralize all of Ning Xingchen's moves.

"I have to say, you really have a great talent for swordsmanship. You're way ahead of Xin'er at the same age."

“But you have no chance of winning against me with such swordsmanship,” Chen Jianjun said confidently.

Ning Xingchen was also aware that his basic swordsmanship would definitely not be able to harm Chen Jianjun.

In that instant, Ning Xingchen's swordsmanship suddenly became strange.

In his previous life, Ning Xingchen practiced swordsmanship from a young age.

Having mastered the basic sword techniques, he naturally also learned two advanced sword techniques.

For example, the 72-style Tai Chi sword is what Ning Xingchen is currently using.

In his previous life, he had mastered this sword technique to perfection, and after being reborn in this life, his understanding of swordsmanship has reached an even higher level.

Tai Chi swordplay emphasizes lightness and agility, skill and lightness, using stillness to control movement, striking after the opponent but arriving first, using softness to overcome hardness, and avoiding the solid and attacking the void.

Chen Jianjun has never seen such swordsmanship before.

He could only try to resolve the situation step by step, but Ning Xingchen's swordsmanship was unpredictable, and he simply couldn't predict what Ning Xingchen would do next or what moves he would use.

Even Ning Dingling, who was watching from the poolside, was stunned.

"Xingchen's sword is that powerful?" Ning Dingling asked.

Sword Douluo said, "Ling, Xingchen's swordsmanship talent has surpassed mine by a lot, but why doesn't this kid use his swordsmanship when he's practicing?"

He thought that if he had learned this sword technique, he might have been able to win when he sparred with his father earlier.

At that very moment, Ning Xingchen's sword was already an inch away from Chen Jianjun's chest, and Chen Jianjun had no time to parry.

"I... I actually lost."

Although he suppressed similar power, he was much taller than Ning Xingchen, so even though it was supposed to be a fair fight, he actually had a greater advantage.

"Lost?"

After putting away the Seven Kill Sword, Chen Jianjun continued chanting.

"That sword from before, my sword!"

"My sword!"

"My sword!"