Seeing Ning Qi remain silent, Little Fatty Zhuang Chen launched into chatterbox mode.
"Ning Qi, really, you should come down."
"Ning Qi, that wasn't my full strength just now, you know."
"Ning Qi, why aren't you talking to me?"
"Ning Qi, are you not very smart? Sigh, if you don't come down, then I'll go a bit easier."
When Zhuang Chen finally couldn't help but blurt out these words, everyone's expressions turned strange.
Divine Sword Sect's Senior Brother and Divine Sword Old Man's mouths twitched.
Dragon Mountain Daoist smiled.
This Little Fatty is quite interesting.
Ning Qi gave Zhuang Chen a speechless look, then finally spoke:
"If you keep talking, your Master is going to beat you."
Zhuang Chen looked back and saw Divine Sword Old Man's Face gradually darkening, and he couldn't help but sniffle hard.
He reached out and pulled out the profound black wooden sword from his back, and his entire Aura gradually changed.
A sharp Concept of Edge rose and intertwined, which slightly surprised Ning Qi; only by facing him personally did he realize that someone could change so drastically before and after.
If the previous Zhuang Chen was just a silly, gluttonous Little Fatty, then the current him already had the makings of a peerless swordsman.
"Ning Qi, are you empty-handed?"
Zhuang Chen's voice was different from his previous solemnity; in this state, he seemed to have sensed Ning Qi's extraordinary nature.
Ning Qi slightly raised his eyebrow.
"I also use a sword."
He hadn't specialized in the Dao of the sword, but he had read no small number of sword manuals. With his Comprehension Ability, casually gaining insight from them surpassed countless years of bitter cultivation for ordinary people. Moreover, when one Dao is understood, all Dao are understood; the Myriad Elephant Fist was also the Myriad Elephant Sword. The Little Fatty could be called a peerless Prodigy in the Dao of the sword, but in front of Ning Qi, he was still a bit too green.
Battle Intent rose in Zhuang Chen's eyes.
"Then why don't you take out your sword?"
As his words fell.
From the True Martial Sect's side, Ye Qinghe's voice had already sounded:
"Junior Brother, catch!"
A wooden sword, suitable for Ning Qi's height, flew over. Ning Qi didn't turn his head, but simply grabbed it with a casual hand, and the wooden sword, as if it had a spirit, landed perfectly in Ning Qi's palm.
To ordinary people, it seemed unremarkable, but Divine Sword Old Man's eyes instantly narrowed.
He was somewhat surprised and uncertain.
Perhaps sensing Ning Qi's extraordinary nature, Zhuang Chen couldn't help but smile. Practicing the sword was his greatest hobby, and being able to spar with different sword Dao experts made him very happy. However, there was no one his age in the Divine Sword Sect who could fight him, nor anyone a few years older.
"Ning Qi, be careful!"
His chubby body possessed an incongruous agility, clearly having undergone Refining Tendons. The Refining Tendons Realm is about tempering the tendons, gaining extraordinary toughness and flexibility beyond ordinary people, enough to allow the human body to perform various incredible movements.
Like at this moment.
Zhuang Chen thrust his sword, and with a flick of his wrist, more than a dozen sword flowers appeared, drawing gasps of admiration from below the stage.
Zhuang Chen's expression was solemn, different from his previous foolishness, with a sharp Concept emerging.
The sword flowers seemed light and airy, yet carried a sense of heaviness, like a great cauldron or a massive stone.
"Making light appear heavy!"
Qin Yun enunciated each word slowly.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
Previously, Zhuang Chen had already demonstrated the profound Realm of making heavy appear light, being able to retract and release freely. Now, he casually swung out more than a dozen swords, making light appear heavy. Such a Realm in the Dao of the sword was unimaginable to appear on an eight-year-old child.
"Is this the Innate Sword Bone?"
Qin Yun thought silently.
Originally, he had been somewhat dismissive of Divine Sword Old Man's words, but now, he was silent.
Ning Qi held the wooden sword casually in his hand.
Now, his Physical Body was flawless, capable of wielding a hundred thousand jin of strength with a swing of his arm. If he went all out, he could easily flatten the Little Fatty with a casual blow. Even Dragon Mountain Daoist didn't know he had such an exaggerated Foundation.
Not to mention that Ning Qi's sword Dao Realm also far surpassed Zhuang Chen's; the two were not on the same level to begin with.
But there was no need to be so ostentatious.
Ning Qi made his move.
Firstly, he had some interest in the Long Xiao Sword, as it was the personal sword of a Gang Yuan Realm expert. Secondly, it was to save Face for his sect. When the Master has a task, the Disciple performs it; Ning Qi had to earn this Face back, as for whether Dragon Mountain Daoist wanted it or not, that was his own business.
"How about I use a Physical Body strength similar to the Little Fatty's?"
This was not difficult for Ning Qi.
The sword light drew near.
Ning Qi remained still.
This puzzled the Divine Sword Sect Disciples.
But Zhuang Chen felt an unprecedented pressure. The Ning Qi opposite him hadn't even drawn his sword, yet he was clearly just standing there loosely, but he felt as if he was facing tens of thousands of invisible swords, and sweat beads had already appeared on his forehead.
He had never seen such an opponent.
Zhuang Chen shouted loudly.
Finally, he couldn't withstand the pressure.
He went all out, the dozen or so sword flowers disappeared, and the wooden sword thrust forward unremarkably, but the sword hum that tore through the air was incredibly clear.
Dragon Mountain Daoist couldn't help but exclaim:
"This is... Man and Sword as One?"
Although from the situation, Zhuang Chen had only just glimpsed this Realm, it was still truly astonishing.
Divine Sword Old Man didn't show off this time, because he saw something even more astonishing in Ning Qi. A look of horror gradually rose in his eyes.
Ning Qi finally moved.
He calmly looked at Zhuang Chen, casually raised his hand, and slashed out with his sword, like a gentle breeze caressing a willow.
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His speed and strength were not astonishing, and were even slightly inferior to Zhuang Chen's, but there was a captivating beauty and Concept.
In Zhuang Chen's eyes.
The sword in Ning Qi's hand was like a wisp of wind, a cloud, light and airy, yet omnipresent and inescapable.
Zhuang Chen's eyes widened, almost in a daze.
By the time he came back to his senses.
He realized that the sword in his hand had fallen to the ground at some point, and Ning Qi's sword was pointed at his chubby belly.
Ning Qi smiled and tapped the Little Fatty's belly with his sword:
"A sword, it should be used like this."
Looking at the Little Fatty, who was as still as a wooden chicken, he always felt a sense of both guilt and satisfaction from bullying a child.
At this moment.
The training ground was already silent.
Everyone around stared blankly at this scene. The Divine Sword Sect Disciples found it hard to believe, unable to accept that Zhuang Chen had been instantly defeated.
Among the True Martial Sect, those Disciples who had never seen Ning Qi make a move were incredibly excited.
"Ninth Uncle-Master (Ninth Brother) is actually this powerful!"
Ye Qinghe secretly stuck out her tongue.
"Little Nine is truly a Prodigy; I can barely understand his sword Dao Realm."
She had originally thought Ning Qi would overpower and heavily defeat the Little Fatty with his immense strength, but she hadn't expected him to suppress his opponent with the Dao of the sword.
In an instant, Ning Qi had clearly become the focus of everyone's attention.
Qin Yun looked at this scene with complex emotions.
There was joy, but also a hint of bitterness.
Divine Sword Old Man's heart was in turmoil.
At this moment.
He finally understood why Dragon Mountain Daoist had only marveled and not envied before.
With such a Disciple, who would still envy other people's Disciples?!
He suppressed the envy and jealousy in his heart, his voice faint and filled with immense bitterness:
"To comprehend Sword Intent at such a young age and forge his own path in the Dao of the sword, he has the bearing of a Sword Saint... Dragon Mountain ox-nose, what kind of dog-shit luck did you step on...?"
Dragon Mountain Daoist laughed heartily, feigning ease.
"Divine Sword Senior Brother, you flatter me, you flatter me."
In reality, he was also a bit confused.
He only knew that Ning Qi's Body Tempering progress was incredibly exaggerated, but he had never seen Ning Qi display his sword Dao. Today's single sword strike also refreshed his understanding.
"Such a sword Dao Prodigy, it's a bit of a waste to put him in your True Martial Sect..."
Hearing the envy and covetousness in Divine Sword Old Man's words.
Dragon Mountain Daoist's heart grew vigilant. This was someone eyeing his precious treasure!
"I'm warning you, don't have any crooked ideas!"
Divine Sword Old Man slightly pouted. He was just saying it.
He looked towards the training ground.
Ning Qi was calm and composed, then he looked at his own foolish Disciple.
His heart couldn't help but feel sour again.
At this time.
Zhuang Chen had recovered from his daze, and his eyes burned with intense fervor. With a plop, he hugged Ning Qi's pant leg:
"Ning Qi, what was that sword move just now? Can you teach me, please? I can become your Disciple!"
Divine Sword Old Man's Face was as black as the bottom of a pot.
This Rebellious Disciple!