Devour

Chapter 397 Sweet words and swords

Wang Mingsheng stroked his nose back and forth, unable to resist taking a deep breath, trying to catch the wisps of meaty aroma. This made him feel that the short halftime break seemed particularly long.

Wang Zhen's face was as gloomy as the bottom of a pot. He glanced at Pan Yue, who was sitting cross-legged on his right. Seeing Pan Yue's nonchalant expression, he secretly made a calculation: "Wang Duxing is definitely a formidable opponent for me, but he was defeated by Senior-Master Zhonghan in just three moves. How can I fight him from now on?"

Before she could think, she heard Wang Mingsheng shout, "The second match will be between Master Wang Zhen of Wenhui Hall at Jingshui Peak and Master Pan Yue of the Southern Land."

Wang Zhen snorted softly, stood up, and slowly walked onto the stage, pondering over his thoughts. "Based on what I've heard privately, Junior Brother Pan Yue's training is based on the Sea Boiling Sutra, and he's also practicing the Broken Army Sword Technique and Shocking Waves Eight Sounds. In terms of martial arts level alone, he's not as good as Wang Duxing. Logically, I have a better chance of winning."

Pan Yue walked lazily up the stage from the other end, then stood still and said with a smile, "Senior Sister Zhen has been in charge of Wenhui Hall for a hundred years. She has devoted herself to studying the secret manuals and scriptures in the Sutra Repository. Her cultivation is naturally superior, and I, traveling around, cannot possibly match her."

Wang Zhen responded softly, "Junior Brother Yue, you're too kind. The Sutra Library contains mostly martial arts classics, which are quite useful for laying the foundation for inner disciples. But at our stage, there are very few martial arts manuals suitable for long-term cultivation. I've only been diligently practicing the Broken Army Sword Technique."

Pan Yue felt reassured and smiled, "Pojun Sword Technique is a top-tier martial arts skill. Fortunately, Senior Sister Zhen hasn't practiced Yunlei Sword Technique or Five Thunder Palm, otherwise I wouldn't be able to resist."

Wang Mingsheng was getting impatient. He waved his hand and put down a new hourglass, urging, "Are you two going to talk until dinner? Hurry up and start!"

Wang Zhen sighed softly, holding his sword and assuming the opening stance of the Broken Army Sword Technique, as if mocking himself: "I don't have many magical treasures. I recently found the Red Wild Sword with great difficulty, but it's only a rare-grade magical weapon, not even a spiritual sword, let alone one that could make it onto the Heavenly Treasure Ranking."

Cheng Bai looked at her sword, which looked quite familiar. He thought to himself, "That's Feng Yong's Chiye Sword. Has it been sold? The customer was spot on. They had over 2,000 swords in stock at the time!"

Pan Yue clenched his swords with both hands and pointed them at the sky, also using the opening move of the Pojun Sword Technique. He said with a half-smile, "Sister Zhen, stop crying poor. I'm even poorer than you think. I don't even have a decent sword. Please go easy on me later!"

Wang Zhen complained to himself, "You kid, you said what I was about to say first!"

She slowed her tone and spoke gently, "As fellow disciples, we should prioritize friendship when we compete on the stage. Back then, Junior Brother Yue and I repeatedly traveled to the Sutra Library seeking secret manuals and scrolls, but were unable to gain entry. Junior Brother Yue persuaded me to become a disciple of the former Wenhui Hall Master, and since then, everything has been just as I wished. I'll always be grateful for this small act of kindness."

Pan Yue responded with a cheerful expression, "Senior Sister Zhen's beauty and patience are like the shining stars, forever etched in my heart, becoming a beautiful memory."

Wang Zhen's gaze became softer, as warm as the spring sun.

The tip of her sword drooped slightly as she continued, "Master often said that a swordsman's heart is kind, and that even the most powerful of warriors require a compassionate heart. In today's competition, I hope we can only fight to the limit. If I gain the upper hand, I will not harm Junior Brother Yue in the slightest. Junior Brother Yue must think the same, correct?"

Pan Yue's eyes showed a hint of sincerity, and he said without hesitation, "Senior Sister Zhen has shown me so much care and concern, and I will never forget it. When fellow disciples compete in skills, why must we fight to the death? After the internal competition is over, I will host a banquet and invite you to drink Nanli Mingzhou's famous wine, 'Purple Dew Flame Heart Drunk', as a token of my gratitude."

Cheng Bai, who was watching the battle, quietly asked Master Li, "What is the value of the Purple Dew Flame Heart Intoxication?"

Master Li patiently explained, "This wine is brewed with a variety of rare and precious medicinal herbs, including purple dew and vanilla. It has miraculous properties, and drinking it regularly can help improve your cultivation. However, due to the complex craftsmanship and the rarity of the ingredients, even spending a thousand taels of gold might not yield even half a pound."

Cheng Bai deduced silently and couldn't help but gasp in amazement. He chuckled and said, "It's worth much more than the Iron Blood Nectar. Brother Pan is a well-known rich young man who keeps his wealth under wraps."

Wang Zhen smiled softly, "Even if the Holy Lord were here, he wouldn't be pleased to see me hurt our fellow disciples for a little fame. Junior Brother Yue, hold back your strength and show your compassion. Feel free to attack!"

Her eyes suddenly became as sharp as lightning, and the Chiye sword in her hand suddenly flashed with white, blue, and purple lightning, and she used her killing move: "Mysterious Thunder to Suppress Mountains and Rivers!"

Wherever the sword pointed, the air ripped apart with a sharp explosion. Thousands of lightning-snake-like sword energies intertwined like layers of mountains, rumbling and shooting out in a fan-shaped pattern, wave after wave fiercely striking Pan Yue.

Master Li narrowed his eyes slightly to identify the sword moves, savoring the wine and shaking his head as he said, "The Xuan style of the Yunlei Sword Technique has decent momentum, but lacks depth!"

Cheng Bai thought, "Niece Wang is truly cunning and deceitful. She keeps misleading others with her words. She pretends to use the Pojun sword technique in battle, but in reality, she uses a different, even more ruthless, set of moves. Little Brother Pan is no less capable."

Pan Yue moved faster, taking the enemy by surprise and moving sideways, cleverly avoiding the frontal attack.

Then he shook his sleeves quickly and a red light flashed, and two long swords flew out. He turned his body and shot out three long swords from the treasure bag at his waist. He used another move of "the intention is ahead of the sword".

Five long swords flew through the air like dragons, and swooped down like eagles, piercing Wang Zhen's vital acupoints with clangs. The weapons they used were all the same Chiye swords as hers.

However, this is far from enough!

Pan Yue quickly rose into the air, spun and rolled, his clothes and armor fluttering, and then he used his unique skill "Act at Will".

In an instant, ten Chiye swords flew out from Pan Yue's collar, crotch, boot tips, and the "Kun Zai Ring" on his fingertips from all kinds of unpredictable and tricky angles, including up and down, front and back.

A barrage of swords flashed with icy light, their momentum like a torrential downpour, charging straight at Wang Zhen. Pan Yue unleashed his full might, simultaneously controlling fifteen Chiye swords to strangle him!

"This isn't Jingtao Sect's swordsmanship, it's a unique technique from another sect!" Wang Zhen's pupils constricted, her expression filled with horror. She had never imagined her opponent's offensive methods were so far beyond her comprehension, and she was immediately thrown into a panic.

But Wang Zhen was no pushover after all, and he tried his best to use his ultimate move "Xuan Lei Zhen Shanchuan" again.

This was her strongest sword move. The sharp sword energy transformed into a sword field, like a towering array of mountains, turning attack into defense, barely blocking the incoming attack.

"Ding, ding, dang, dang!" Clashes erupted in succession, and thunder and lightning roared around Wang Zhen. She took a step back after receiving each strike, barely managing to knock back fifteen flying swords.

Just as she'd weathered the rapid attack and barely managed to catch her breath, Wang Zhen was met with a flurry of brutal attacks. Fifteen more flying swords, blasted towards her with piercing murderous intent. Suddenly, she felt her feet go empty, and with nowhere to retreat, she landed on the edge of the ring.

"Pan Yue entered the sect later than me, so how come his skills are better than mine?" Wang Zhen was shocked and angry. He forced all his magic power to hold on.

She hoped to push the defense of "Xuan Lei Zhen Shan Chuan" to its limit, withstand the surging offensive, and look for opportunities to counterattack with humiliation.

Unfortunately, we are at a disadvantage and the situation is irreversible!

After Wang Zhen's Chiye sword had knocked ten of them away in a row, it finally couldn't withstand the brutal relentless attack and broke with a snap. Pan Yue, however, controlled the remaining five Chiye swords, piercing through her sword energy defense and piercing her directly.

The fiery iron itself easily generated intense heat, scorching Wang Zhen's flesh with a sizzling sound. The sword's ferocious, sea-boiling power, like a venomous snake, pierced her meridians, leaving her paralyzed on one side.

"Wow!" Wang Zhen screamed in agony and fell backwards, spitting out large mouthfuls of blood. The blood sprayed into the air and splashed all over his face. As his consciousness gradually blurred, a final thought flashed through his mind: "That's right... Anyone who can afford to drink Zi Lu Yan Xin Zui... is really fucking rich!"

Then, her severely injured body fell off the ring with a dull thud, and she could no longer move.

Cheng Bai took a bite of the shredded pork, shook his head slightly, and sighed, "Brother Pan has no mercy on women at all. If he wasn't treated in time, he would have been pierced by five swords. Even if he survived, he would have been crippled."

Bei Tingjun said with a sweet laugh, "I love to see fellow disciples love and hate each other. Your Majesty, please do not learn from them."

Pan Yue exhausted his flurry of moves, then with a single movement, retracted thirty Chiye swords. Blades flashed, their tips pointed outward, their sharp edges visible. They swirled around him like wheels, making his figure resemble a sword immortal descended to earth.