Chapter 193: Luo Yu's Sword Technique Amazes Everyone, Frustrating Jian Dao Chen Xin [First Update]_1

"Clang!"

A resonant sword cry echoed through the Shrek Martial Arts Arena.

It made everyone present shiver in spirit, and their eyes were involuntarily drawn to Luo Yu.

At this moment, Luo Yu held an antique jade longsword in his hands.

It seemed plain and unadorned, yet it seemed to radiate an unfathomable and mysterious aura.

It was beyond anyone's grasp.

"What Martial Soul is this?"

"Why have I never seen it before?"

Ning Fengzhi's eyes were full of doubt on the sidelines.

Ordinarily, with his experience, as soon as he saw a Martial Soul, he could instantly recognize its history.

Yet this longsword in Luo Yu's hands was completely unknown to him.

"Uncle Gu, can you see anything special about this Martial Soul?" Ning Fengzhi turned his head and asked.

Bone Douluo laughed, "If you haven't seen it before, how could I have?"

"By its appearance, it shouldn't be too shabby of a Martial Soul, there must be something special about it, I assume."

"However, this kid is unlucky. If he had a different Martial Soul he might have been able to compete with Jian Dao Chen Xin, but if it comes to swordsmanship, then he doesn't stand a chance."

Bone Douluo said this while continuously watching Luo Yu, his face full of sympathy.

Ning Fengzhi nodded in agreement.

"In Soul Land, there are many with greater cultivation than Uncle Jian, but when it comes to the swordsmanship domain, Uncle Jian is undoubtedly the best in the world."

"This Seven Kills Sword of his is even of the highest quality among Sword Martial Souls."

"The Emperor among swords."

"Other Sword Martial Souls are probably going to be suppressed just by meeting it."

Their discussion wasn't particularly disguised, so everyone around could hear it.

Zhu Zhuqing and several other girls showed strange looks in their eyes after listening.

"Dad, stop talking with Bone Grandpa for now. Brother Yu's Martial Soul is really strong; you're underestimating him." Ning Rongrong pouted as she spoke to Ning Fengzhi.

Ning Fengzhi shook his head.

"Silly girl, if it weren't for the Hao Tian Hammer holding the lead, your Sword Grandpa's Martial Soul would be the number one tool Martial Soul in the world. Do you think this kid's Martial Soul can compare to your Sword Grandpa's?"

Ning Rongrong's lips curled up in a confidently sly smile and pointed into the arena. "Then you just watch, Dad. I believe in Brother Yu."

Ning Fengzhi sighed.

His daughter must have been brainwashed by someone.

Isn't the outcome as obvious as lice on a bald man's head?

His gaze turned back to the arena, waiting for Sword Douluo to quickly end the farce, then planning to take Ning Rongrong away from there at his earliest convenience, as he felt his daughter had only become foolish after coming here.

In the arena.

An old man and a young man, swords at the ready, faced each other.

Neither man made the first move, as if they were engaged in a competition of wills.

The meticulous Sword Douluo suddenly let out a chuckle, his eyes brimming with admiration.

He had just been thinking how great it would be if Luo Yu had a Sword Martial Soul, and now it turned out he really did.

This was indeed a pleasant surprise.

"Young man, to maintain such a calm and composed demeanor in the face of my Seven Kills Sword."

"You are quite impressive."

"You flatter me," Luo Yu responded evenly, "You're quite impressive as well."

Sword Douluo's expression stiffened briefly, a look of surprise in his eyes.

"You sure have guts, kid. You're the first youngster who dares to speak to me with such a tone."

"However, a person who practices swordsmanship should have such an attitude."

"If one is meek and compliant, then they aren't worthy of practicing the sword—a wimp like that might as well wield a hammer instead."

Luo Yu nodded in agreement, not interested in small talk.

He flicked his wrist, and the sound of the sword resonated, as he twisted it into a sword flower.

"Sword Douluo, please proceed," he said.

"Direct and decisive, you have the makings of a great swordsman," Sword Douluo said, increasingly vindicating Luo Yu's temperament as he focused his gaze.

He stamped on the ground and lifted his sword to rise.

His white robes danced, and as his wrist flipped, the Seven Kills Sword traced a silver arc in the air.

It slashed towards Luo Yu's head.

A gust of wind assaulted him and the sword qi was piercing to the bone, yet Luo Yu didn't even lift an eyelid.

He flicked his longsword upward in a parry.

With a clang of metal on metal,

the Seven Kills Sword was precisely and firmly blocked by his, unable to advance any further.

The two swords were locked together.

Luo Yu shook his head, "Sword Douluo, there's no need for probes. Please make your move."

A true expert shows their hand immediately, and one knows whether there is substance behind it.

Sword Douluo saw how Luo Yu so easily blocked his own attack, and his eyes lit up instantly.

"Kid, I'm about to get serious."

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!"

Sword Douluo flipped in the air, wielding his longsword and producing the sound of cleaving air.

Silver sword shadows splashed their brilliance, carrying a sharp aura.

Stroke after stroke was aimed at various parts of Luo Yu's body.

"Clang clang clang!!"

Luo Yu gripped his sword in one hand, slicing through the void, defending his space without leaving any openings.

No matter how tricky Sword Douluo's angle of attack was, he managed to block it instantly.

Sword Douluo's eyes became brighter and brighter.

Initially, he thought Luo Yu had a decent demeanor, but how profound could a young person's swordsmanship be?

Thus, he hadn't planned on exerting himself from the start; it wasn't necessary.

But he realized he was wrong—the young man before him had an unusually profound mastery of swordsmanship.

No matter how much effort he put forth, his opponent could block it all.

And it seemed as if Luo Yu was far from reaching his limit.

Sword Douluo continuously increased the strength in his hands and sped up his sword strikes, attacking from every possible angle.

To his amazement, he found that the other party's strength and speed were also increasing alongside his.

This...

Just what level of swordsmanship does this kid have?

Sword Douluo was shocked.

He had never seen a young person with such a level of swordsmanship before.

Curiosity surged within him as his hand speed grew faster and faster, vowing to probe where Luo Yu's limit lay.

At first, the trajectory of their sword swings was clearly visible to everyone, but soon it became impossible to see clearly.

Because their speed had surged.

Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo watched intently, unable to conceal the shock in their eyes.

"This... How is this possible!"

"This kid can block Uncle Jian's moves?"

Bone Douluo shook his head frantically, urgently saying, "Fengzhi, there's something fishy about this kid, definitely something unusual."

"We must have been mistaken earlier; he can actually keep up with Elder Chen's sword speed. Is this something an ordinary person can do? I'd never believe it, he must be no ordinary person."

Ning Fengzhi turned his head and asked, "Rongrong, tell Daddy, who is he?"

"Hey, what's the rush? The best part is yet to come." Ning Rongrong revealed a mischievous smile at the corners of her mouth, her gaze firmly on Luo Yu in the arena, with a proud expression on her face.

The sword momentum within the arena became even greater, and Sword Douluo's sword moves became more and more exquisite.

Yet, Luo Yu was not afraid at all, his expression calm, a confident smile on his lips.

Wielding the Zhu Tian Sword, every move was natural and effortless.

It was like child's play.

No matter how fierce Sword Douluo's offensive was like a storm, he remained immovable.

"Boom!"

Their swords collided, sending sparks in all directions.

Sword Douluo was forced back by the powerful shock from the sword blades, retreating three steps with a stumbling motion.

But Luo Yu stood at his original spot, as tranquil as a cloud, as light as a breeze.

An instant of shock among the spectators surrounded the venue, even Flander and Zhao Wuji had not expected that in a duel of swords, the renowned Jian Dao Chen Xin of the Soul Land would be at a disadvantage.

"This... this..."

Ning Fengzhi's eyes widened, hardly daring to believe what he had just seen.

Bone Douluo rubbed his eyes; had he seen wrong? Was Elder Chen pushed back by a youngster?

Ning Rongrong's eyes shone with admiration, her face radiant.

Inside, Sword Douluo's usually serene Sword Heart had fallen into a state of shock.

Because he never imagined that he would lose in a bout of swordsmanship.

Though he hadn't used his Soul Power, fighting solely with the strength of his body, the opponent hadn't either.

Moreover, he had been immersed in the Sword Dao for decades, swinging his sword day and night without count.

How could he lose to a young man?

There was no reason.

Yet, the reality was right before his eyes.

Looking at Luo Yu, who had bested him in swordsmanship without a hint of arrogance, Sword Douluo was even more astonished.

Luo Yu flicked the blade of the sword, sending out a clear ringing sound.

He said calmly, "Sword Douluo sir, if you're finished warming up, shall we begin now?"

"What?"

Upon hearing these words, Sword Douluo's eyes bulged, his old face twitching.

I've been going all out for quite a while now, and you think I've been warming up???

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ps: Four more chapters to come! Working hard on it!