That night, Her Divine Majesty had perceived that someone within the Capital had determined their Fated Star, with the star being located extremely far away; that person’s divine sense was extremely calm and powerful.
That person… was it Chen Chang Sheng?
The important figures stood by the second floor window, contemplating; the battle below had already become intense.
Chen Chang Sheng used the sword and scabbard as one, relying upon True Essence to forcibly destroy those rainstorm-like sword forms, his figure became indistinct and at the next moment, he arrived in front of Zhuang Huan Yu.
A distance of 30 odd metres, covered in an instant, he didn’t borrow the sword momentum of Zhong Shan’s Sword of Wind and Rain, but had used Discerning Steps.
By this time, Zhuang Huan Yu had already calmed down completely, Chen Chang Sheng easily destroying his sword forms made him feel slightly surprised, but it wasn’t enough to distract him again. His face didn’t show any signs of fear, all that could be seen, was the extending of his right hand; the Sword of Hithering Light increased in its shaking and with a loud ringing sound, it released itself from the ground and returned to his hand.
*CHA* *CHA* *CHA* *CHA*
Over a dozen continuous sounds of a sword reverberated out.
It was as if the sword in his hand had come alive, its keen edge cutting through the air with a slicing sound as it thrust towards Chen Chang Sheng.
The floor that had been washed out by the Autumn rain had remnants of wet sand left behind, that sand was swept into the air by Zhuang Huan Yu’s blade becoming dozens of minute sand streams.
Those sand streams were a sword art; they were a visible movement of the sword.
Chen Chang Sheng could use True Essence to destroy those sword forms, but if he wanted to block those lightning-like sword manoeuvres, it would require an even more sublime sword move.
The expressions of those observing personages on the upper floor became extremely focused, they had all seen or heard of the event, detailing Chen Chang Sheng and Gou Han Shi’s exchange of manoeuvres at the Ivy League gathering.
They knew that this unremarkable youth from Orthodox Academy was the same as Gou Han Shi, someone that had read the scriptures in their entirety, knowing sword arts from countless sects and cloisters, they couldn’t stop themselves feeling curious as to how he would counter.
Tens of sand streams streaked towards Chen Chang Sheng from various angles.
Behind each stream, was a cold blade’s edge.
Chen Chang Sheng still didn’t draw his sword.
His hand held onto the sword’s hilt and scabbard, even if he wanted to draw the blade, he couldn’t.
He grasped the sword short and struck out while holding it as such.
A blow that was exceptionally clean and sharp; simple and powerful.
It didn’t even resemble a sword art, nor could anything superb about it be seen, akin to a married woman washing clothes by the river, grasping a wooden club and continuously pounding upon a stone.
A seemingly normal strike, yet as he raised and struck out the short sword, at least three personages by the window side suddenly cried out in surprise.
“The Staff of Mountain Toppling.”
That’s right, what Chen Chang Sheng used was not a sword art, but a stave art.
He had read the scriptures in their entirety from a young age, reading a large amount of books extensively. Upon entering Orthodox Academy, he had ceaselessly compared them with the works on cultivation contained within the library, converting as much of the scriptures as he could from what he had read in his previous 14 years, into knowledge that was needed for cultivation.
In discussing knowledge of cultivation methods from the various sects, cloisters and schools in the world, apart from Gou Han Shi, no one else could compare with him.
His cultivation was also extremely diligent, within just half a year, he had grasped a large amount of sword arts and other cultivation methods; at the Ivy League gathering, he guided Luo Luo and Tang Thirty-Six to victory over Guan Fei Bai and Qi Jian; what he relied upon, was this capability.
Yet, a lot of people would forget, that his understanding of those sword arts and cultivation methods, for the most part, was nothing more than academic.
He knew how the Three Forms of Wen Shui should be utilised; the sequencing and angle of Lian Shan’s Seven Swords; yet, this didn’t mean he could use the Three Forms of Wen Shui, or that a casual manoeuvre from him would be Lian Shan’s Seven Swords. Not to mention he had yet to complete his Purification at the time; being unable to cultivate, even if he wanted to practise the sword, he couldn’t.
That night, Her Divine Majesty had perceived that someone within the Capital had determined their Fated Star, with the star being located extremely far away; that person’s divine sense was extremely calm and powerful.That person… was it Chen Chang Sheng?The important figures stood by the second floor window, contemplating; the battle below had already become intense.Chen Chang Sheng used the sword and scabbard as one, relying upon True Essence to forcibly destroy those rainstorm-like sword forms, his figure became indistinct and at the next moment, he arrived in front of Zhuang Huan Yu.A distance of 30 odd metres, covered in an instant, he didn’t borrow the sword momentum of Zhong Shan’s Sword of Wind and Rain, but had used Discerning Steps.By this time, Zhuang Huan Yu had already calmed down completely, Chen Chang Sheng easily destroying his sword forms made him feel slightly surprised, but it wasn’t enough to distract him again. His face didn’t show any signs of fear, all that could be seen, was the extending of his right hand; the Sword of Hithering Light increased in its shaking and with a loud ringing sound, it released itself from the ground and returned to his hand.*CHA* *CHA* *CHA* *CHA*Over a dozen continuous sounds of a sword reverberated out.It was as if the sword in his hand had come alive, its keen edge cutting through the air with a slicing sound as it thrust towards Chen Chang Sheng.
The floor that had been washed out by the Autumn rain had remnants of wet sand left behind, that sand was swept into the air by Zhuang Huan Yu’s blade becoming dozens of minute sand streams.
Those sand streams were a sword art; they were a visible movement of the sword.
Chen Chang Sheng could use True Essence to destroy those sword forms, but if he wanted to block those lightning-like sword manoeuvres, it would require an even more sublime sword move.
The expressions of those observing personages on the upper floor became extremely focused, they had all seen or heard of the event, detailing Chen Chang Sheng and Gou Han Shi’s exchange of manoeuvres at the Ivy League gathering.
They knew that this unremarkable youth from Orthodox Academy was the same as Gou Han Shi, someone that had read the scriptures in their entirety, knowing sword arts from countless sects and cloisters, they couldn’t stop themselves feeling curious as to how he would counter.
Tens of sand streams streaked towards Chen Chang Sheng from various angles.
Behind each stream, was a cold blade’s edge.
Chen Chang Sheng still didn’t draw his sword.
His hand held onto the sword’s hilt and scabbard, even if he wanted to draw the blade, he couldn’t.
He grasped the sword short and struck out while holding it as such.
A blow that was exceptionally clean and sharp; simple and powerful.
It didn’t even resemble a sword art, nor could anything superb about it be seen, akin to a married woman washing clothes by the river, grasping a wooden club and continuously pounding upon a stone.
A seemingly normal strike, yet as he raised and struck out the short sword, at least three personages by the window side suddenly cried out in surprise.
“The Staff of Mountain Toppling.”
That’s right, what Chen Chang Sheng used was not a sword art, but a stave art.
He had read the scriptures in their entirety from a young age, reading a large amount of books extensively. Upon entering Orthodox Academy, he had ceaselessly compared them with the works on cultivation contained within the library, converting as much of the scriptures as he could from what he had read in his previous 14 years, into knowledge that was needed for cultivation.
In discussing knowledge of cultivation methods from the various sects, cloisters and schools in the world, apart from Gou Han Shi, no one else could compare with him.
His cultivation was also extremely diligent, within just half a year, he had grasped a large amount of sword arts and other cultivation methods; at the Ivy League gathering, he guided Luo Luo and Tang Thirty-Six to victory over Guan Fei Bai and Qi Jian; what he relied upon, was this capability.
Yet, a lot of people would forget, that his understanding of those sword arts and cultivation methods, for the most part, was nothing more than academic.
He knew how the Three Forms of Wen Shui should be utilised; the sequencing and angle of Lian Shan’s Seven Swords; yet, this didn’t mean he could use the Three Forms of Wen Shui, or that a casual manoeuvre from him would be Lian Shan’s Seven Swords. Not to mention he had yet to complete his Purification at the time; being unable to cultivate, even if he wanted to practise the sword, he couldn’t.
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