Master of Kaidan
Chapter 383: Horse Bones (In the Chinese Sense)

Chapter 383: Chapter 383: Horse Bones (In the Chinese Sense)

"Here we go again," Feng Xue sighed, but Chen Xiyao covered her mouth and giggled,

"Who told you to start this trend? Now you’re the top martial arts live streamer in Eastern Country. Even if they lose, challengers get traffic!"

"Fine, fine," Feng Xue glanced at the neon-lit audience that had spontaneously formed a ring and then at the challenger who had just adjusted the camera. He handed the drone’s remote to Chen Xiyao and casually stretched his body,

"Aren’t you afraid of losing your self-confidence?"

Hearing Feng Xue’s words, the young man showed a serious expression and nodded,

"I’ve watched your combat live streams, senior, but I still hope to personally experience what it’s like to fight an expert. I want to know how far I am from reaching a higher realm."

"Your courage is commendable, then come at me, oh, right, this is a live stream, so let’s wait three minutes." Feng Xue stood firmly with a seven-meter distance from his opponent, his figure stable as a mountain; even through the camera, his presence was oppressively heavy.

As the standoff slowly ticked by, even just standing still, sweat beads began to stream down the young man’s forehead, while the number of viewers in the live stream kept increasing.

Silence is powerful. These three minutes weren’t just for waiting for the audience, but also a test. If one couldn’t even stand face to face, then there was little point in the contest.

Feeling his own breath quicken, the young man’s inner strength flowed more smoothly. Unconsciously, he assumed a stance that was even more standardized than what he had practiced diligently in his daily training.

"Qin Fen of National Science University, please enlighten me."

As he announced his name, it also signaled the start of the fight. Qin Fen’s body suddenly lunged forward, and in a visually awkward twist, he had already traversed the seven meters, appearing right in front of Feng Xue.

"Nice movement technique," Feng Xue did not crush Qin Fen with ease like he had in past fights with Kaidan. Instead, he raised his hand to block Qin Fen’s fist. With a gentle tap at the wrist, he deflected a Stabbing Punch charged with explosive power. He stepped forward with his left foot, between Qin Fen’s, and pushed his palm towards the heart.

In an instant, the close combat striking contest nearly decided the victor. Qin Fen twisted his body, struggling to dodge the palm, but the step Feng Xue placed between his feet completely cut off any chance for Qin Fen to use his Qinggong.

With his brain working at lightning speed, Qin Fen gathered a surge of True Qi, his right foot pushed off, and his left foot tried to step on Feng Xue’s knee. Before the foot could land, Feng Xue’s palm dismissed had grazed his chest, and a sound as deep and resonant as an ancient bell echoed from the clash, ripping a slash in Qin Fen’s practice clothes as if it were cleaved by an axe.

Having endured with his Cross-Trained Hard Kung Fu, Qin Fen finally managed to step on Feng Xue’s knee and abruptly retreated. However, Feng Xue followed like a shadow, the previous kick having not slowed him in the slightest.

"Your Cross Training is decent,"

Feng Xue’s flat voice sounded beside Qin Fen’s ear just as a gust of wind rushed by. With no time left to think, the fighting forms Qin Fen had drilled into muscle memory took over automatically.

His elbow sharply rose to block next to his ear, followed by a collision, heavy and forceful.

A fierce shock came with the vibration of inner Qi, ringing in Qin Fen’s ears as his body spun in the air like a top.

"Here it comes!"

The high-speed spinning didn’t make Qin Fen lose his balance. Although the world spun around him, his mind was clearer than ever.

With a forceful thrust downward, the ground shattered. His spinning body sharply bounced off, and Feng Xue, watching with interest, halted his elbow strike to observe the young man bounce twice before regaining his stance.

He waved his hand with a smile and said with admiration in his eyes,

"Good reflexes, but your routine is a bit rigid. You haven’t been in Eastern Country long, have you?"

"Hmm, this is the third match," Qin Fen said somewhat embarrassingly, but Feng Xue flashed a comforting smile:

"Well up to standard, just need more real combat experience. I see you’ve brought a weapon, show it."

"Okay." Fully aware that Feng Xue hadn’t used her full strength, Qin Fen nodded seriously. He didn’t say anything like "Please go all out," but instead went to his backpack under the selfie stick and drew his weapon.

It was a one-handed sword that wasn’t too long.

Judging from its appearance, the blade length was about fifty-five centimeters, and the width was about two fingers. Seeing this weapon, many knowledgeable spectators began to sigh.

As the saying goes, the shorter the blade, the greater the danger. With weapons like staffs, spears, or sabers, even if you still couldn’t overcome your opponent, it was possible to mix it up a bit and make the fight interesting, but a short sword...

This was essentially a life-risking weapon.

When facing an opponent who was clearly stronger, there was hardly a chance for a second strike. Drawing this thing was less practical than hand-to-hand fighting.

However, Feng Xue looked at the weapon that seemed too short to be a long sword yet too long to be a short sword and narrowed her eyes, murmuring:

"You just said you’re from National Science University... Hmm, do you practice Fish Intestine Swordplay, the twelve types?"

"Exactly," Qin Fen acknowledged. Feng Xue’s interest was piqued. She turned, broke a branch from a roadside tree, hastily fashioned it into a makeshift length, and with a couple of light swings, she said—

"Let me see how well you use it."

"Please enlighten me!" Qin Fen took a deep breath, circulated his inner strength, and once again employed the movement technique that Feng Xue had previously praised.

But this time, his movements were subtly different. Although the short sword was wielded with a relentless stabbing technique, it moved like a fish, agile and full of endless transformations. With each inch he advanced, there was a new variation to employ.

Feng Xue’s tree branch pointed forward, touching precisely two inches above the back of the sword blade, yet Qin Fen’s short sword was not discouraged; instead, it pivoted with the force as if a fish was maneuvering around an obstacle, avoiding its power and then thrusting toward Feng Xue again.

Feng Xue’s tree branch touched repeatedly, each time targeting positions that made it difficult to apply force. But Qin Fen’s footsteps kept changing with the direction of the sword’s tip, drawing new strength from this force each time.

However, Qin Fen, focused on the variations in swordsmanship, failed to notice that with these continuous changes, he was like a fish biting the hook, thrashing left and right under the inexorable direction of the fishing line, but ultimately, it was controlled by the angler.

Finally, the continuous burden of changing directions at high intensity suddenly peaked in a moment of recovery, and Qin Fen’s sword momentum abruptly ceased.

But with this stop, he suddenly awakened from the state of being led, rallying a surge of true qi like a carp leaping from the water’s surface, following the pressure from Feng Xue’s tree branch to make a thrust.

Crack!

The sword tip pierced the ground, and Feng Xue’s tree branch was pressed against Qin Fen’s wrist. However, the corner of her mouth held a smile as she said:

"To grasp this thirteenth style, ’Flowing,’ your talent is indeed not bad."

Before Qin Fen could express his gratitude, a small booklet was thrust into his hand. When he looked up, he saw only Feng Xue’s retreating figure, waving her hand:

"Go back and practice well, I have high hopes for you!"

Even though Feng Xue, with Chen Xiyao and the drone, walked away into the distance, Qin Fen’s dazed figure was still clearly captured by his own camera.

Watching the booklet in his hand, officers from the Public Security Bureau (Note ①) who were watching the live stream almost all developed headaches—they knew that they probably had to work overtime again....

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