Demon Sword Sect’s Undercover
Chapter 544 - 544 543 Sweeping Situ with Sword 3

544: Chapter 543 Sweeping Situ with Sword 3 544: Chapter 543 Sweeping Situ with Sword 3 Zong Qian was quite frustrated.

“What’s going on?

This guy looks impressive, but is he actually just a poser?

He was defeated in one round without even using any special techniques.”

Wang Mian had his own firsthand experience and a higher realm, so he saw more clearly.

“Actually, it’s quite simple.

Brother Hou’s victory in this battle was a straightforward display of cultivation overwhelming his opponent.

Once the swords clashed, it became a matter of one growing stronger as the other weakened.

Although we couldn’t see it, in reality, the power on Brother Hou’s Flying Sword was indeed greater than that of Brother Shan.”

Therefore, as the swords intersected, if I’m faster and you’re slower, the advantage of the first strike is established.

After that, it was all logical progression.

Brother Hou is masterful in the subtle control of his Flying Sword.

Given the limited space of the Sword Fighting Arena, it’s only natural that one couldn’t avoid it; I even think that Brother Hou was going easy.

Look at how he hardly dodged the opponent’s Flying Sword at all.

He was just confident that his own Flying Sword would destroy the puppet first.

Sigh, after decades, even a master like Brother Shan can’t force him to show his true capabilities.

If we two went up against him, I’m afraid we would be…”

The battle ended exceptionally quickly, but that was not unexpected for Sword Cultivators.

The Sword Vein Daoist tradition places emphasis on burst power.

With fixed space and using puppets instead of real bodies, many extraneous tactics are ruled out.

In essence, the contest here is not about life and death, but skill in sword control.

Therefore, no one would use those bizarre and peculiar moves here—they’d only subject themselves to ridicule.

For Sword Cultivators, wielding a sword is fundamental.

It all comes down to speed, variation, power, and control.

Perhaps a slight change in the Dao Realm might be added, but at the Tongtian Realm level, the role of the Dao Realm is also supplementary.

The defeat was unexpected, yet reasonable.

The Sword Cultivators of the Situ Mansion let out a collective sigh.

They were experts after all.

What Wang Mian could understand, so could they.

They were alert to the extraordinary power in the seemingly ordinary Sword Light from the Sikong Mansion counterpart.

One thing was for sure; this was a master.

No one would step forward lightly because they represented not only themselves but also the honor of the Situ Mansion.

Only those confident in surpassing Brother Shan would make a move, but there were not many such people in the Situ Mansion.

Brother Shan stood still, closed his eyes, and reflected.

After a long time, he couldn’t discern any remarkable aspects of his opponent’s swordsmanship.

Everything seemed utterly ordinary, yet it was precisely this ordinariness that prevented him from further judging his opponent’s strength and finding a more rational method to counter it.

Simple yet flawless.

This simplicity concealed something terrifying.

Knowing that there was a significant gap between himself and his opponent, he was not disheartened.

With a hearty laugh, he bowed his hands in apology to his colleagues around him,

“Sorry for that, I might have talked too big.

I’ve encountered a real master.

Wang Mian never told me he had such an incredible senior brother.

He’s trying to bury me alive!

If I lose, as I’ve promised, I will return the Spirit Stones I sold the puppet for at a high price.

You all should take the initiative, don’t shame Situ Mansion and let the brothers from Sikong Mansion say that our people from Situ Mansion are short-sighted and haven’t seen Spirit Stones.”

In no time, dozens of Spirit Stones were flung toward Wang Mian, who wasn’t shy about collecting them, returning the salute with a fist, and playfully not letting up,

“The bets are open, the bets are open!

I’m the house betting on Brother Hou’s consecutive victories in the next match, anyone daring to take me up on that?”

Amidst a chorus of laughter and friendly curses, Situ Mansion wasn’t lacking in gamblers.

Immediately, people stepped forward to take the bet, not caring who the next challenger would be.

The bet wasn’t Spirit Stones but the face of Situ Mansion.

Zong Qian admired them in his heart.

Brother Hou was experienced, and Wang Mian was quite the shrewd one.

The two of them working together immediately integrated Wang Mian into the atmosphere of Situ Mansion.

Achieving this would normally take him years and require experiencing many more battles.

Hou Niao, you’re increasingly displaying the demeanor of a superior, perhaps a temperament formed among the pirate group in the Lizhi Sea?

Over the years, you’ve been through many events yourself, and you’re quite satisfied, yet when compared to Brother Hou, you feel somewhat lacking.

During the clamor, another cultivator from the Situ Mansion stood out; it was Brother Li, universally recognized in Situ Mansion as the Sword Cultivator with the best chance to claim the title of the selected vanguard.

This was a silent Sword Cultivator who performed the gesture of equal footing with propriety, took his position quietly without fanfare, and even the Flying Sword he wielded was just as unremarkable as he was…

The two ordinary Flying Swords drew closer to each other slowly, but now everyone knew that such plainness concealed an extraordinary power.

Tip to tip, both swords erupted with force simultaneously!

Hou Niao’s Flying Sword knocked the opponent’s aside, and just as he was about to press the advantage, the other’s Flying Sword cleverly turned a half-circle upon being deflected.

Although the tip was off-target, the sword itself had not moved out of place, and struck crosswise…

Hou Niao only felt as if, though the opponent’s cultivation was inferior to his own, there was a unique force of attraction on his Flying Sword; it was like running through a marsh.

It was the Water Element Attribute; this person cleverly applied the Water Element Power to the control skills of the Flying Sword, thus achieving a restraint on the opponent’s Flying Sword.

Just this entanglement prevented many Flying Swords from seizing the opportunity to accelerate; it was not that they couldn’t, but they couldn’t gain the upper hand.

He made a resolute decision, no longer aiming to strike at the puppet, but focusing instead on the combat of Flying Swords.

His mana cultivation had, over these years, become much stronger than ordinary cultivators due to his absorption of a great deal of thunderous Spirit Stones, combined with his two supreme Dantians.

If he hadn’t constantly remembered to refine and concentrate the purity of his mana, his cultivation strength would have been even more fearsome.

However, overly mixed mana could affect control, a very contradictory issue.

Even so, in battle with cultivators of the Tongtian Realm, he never had to worry about his mana’s density, and it was because of this he wasn’t concerned that his Flying Sword would wane faster than his opponent’s in the tangle.

He was certain that Brother Li’s cultivation was inferior to his.

But still, he had underestimated the capabilities of the strong within Situ Mansion.

This man was not only proficient in the Water Element but also possessed the Spring Rain Sword Intent.

When combined, they made Hou Niao’s Flying Sword seem to become sluggish amidst the persistent entanglement.

Interesting!

Hou Niao liked this kind of sword fighting, as he also had specialty in Sword Intent.

The Sheep Horn Skill, due to its short attack range, could not be utilized since the two Flying Swords were only clashing within a small area, but he had another technique, the Autumn Kill Intent, which he had comprehended before even achieving the Tongxuan Realm.

Water Element and Spring Rain contested with cultivation bolstered by Autumn Kill; the two Flying Swords were thus suspended in the center of the Sword Fighting Arena, neither willing to give in.

To the onlookers, it seemed like the two Flying Swords were making dazzling clashes in a constricted space, like a pair of butterflies fluttering in dance, with dangers not apparent to outsiders.

Neither moved from their spots, clearly not wanting other variables to influence the outcome of this bout – they would triumph over one other with the fine manipulation of their Flying Swords.

This, too, embodied the true way of the Sword Cultivator; the competition lay in the most fundamental of skills, the authentic quality that couldn’t be shirked or faked.