Every Art Unleashed

Because she knew her great-grandfather's personality, even if he held back, he wouldn't hold back too much. This nearly 100-year-old Void Returning Great Grandmaster never cared about saving face for others. His style of doing things was completely different from those otherworldly masters in the story. He believed that if you wanted face, you had to earn it with your own hands, not ask others to give it to you.

The two combatants' momentum continued to rise, and Yun Yinmo's cultivation level was already insufficient to withstand it. However, she did not want to miss the exciting battle that was about to erupt. Helpless, she could only leap out of the window of the Sword Pavilion, flick her sleeve, roll up the eaves, and hang outside to look in. She knew that this was very unsightly and would damage her reputation if seen by others, but she could not care about that anymore. Compared with the battle that was about to begin, this sacrifice was nothing.

Si Ming's momentum quickly reached its peak. This peak was not his limit, but if he continued to rise, it would be like going from sparring mode to deathmatch mode. He would have to be prepared to fight the King of Monsters, which also meant that he could not hold back and might completely destroy the Sword Pavilion.

What do you mean by "competing without fighting" and "leisurely indifference"? You old geezer, you're clearly bullying the weak! You shameless bastard!

Si Ming cursed inwardly, but he was too weak to speak. The other party was clearly trying to bully him with their cultivation level, so he had no choice but to strike first.

A blazing sword light appeared out of nowhere, dazzling and brilliant, but an icy cold sword light followed immediately.

Seemingly just to prove "Although I am stronger than you, I will not take advantage of you," this icy Sword Qi energy was a fraction faster, and the two Sword Qi collided at the same time.

Sword tip against sword tip, needle against wheat awn, amidst the clanging of swords, the remaining force split into seven streams, scattering out from the seven windows of the Sword Pavilion without harming the pavilion in the slightest, and avoiding the window where Yun Yinmo was located.

Si Ming reached out and the heavy Giant Soul Sword fell into his hand. The tip of the sword trembled slightly, like snowflakes falling and fluttering, or like a spring breeze on the riverbank, brushing against willows and scattering flowers. It was a light and gentle move.

The old man snorted, whether he was displeased that the other party had taken the Sword Pavilion's weapons without permission, or displeased that the weapons he had forged had betrayed him in battle. He stretched out his hand and formed a sword with his fingers. Sword Qi condensed at his fingertips and took shape, transforming into a purple soft sword. However, as the sharpness flashed, the Sword Qi soared into the air, howling and crisscrossing, which was a powerful sword move that was seemingly simple yet skillfully executed.

Two figures clashed within the Sword Pavilion, unleashing a series of ingenious moves, seemingly effortless and natural. Their movements were fluid and dynamic, like a celestial horse galloping through the sky, displaying the utmost versatility.

The old man wielded his longsword, unleashing a torrent of Sword Qi energy that grew thicker and larger, like a vast expanse of snowflakes falling, transforming into a rolling snowstorm that surged a thousand miles unstoppable.

Si Ming's sword strikes were graceful and swift, his Sword Qi energy meandering and rising. His sword momentum was like a gentle breeze rising from the tip of a duckweed, which in a moment transformed into a boundless sea, absorbing all the attacks. He also secretly used the Great Yin-Yang Heaven-Severing Hand technique to continuously intercept his opponent's powerful energy and incorporate it into his own power.

Once he had amassed enough power, Si Ming launched a fierce counterattack, relentlessly attacking the old man. His figure accelerated, gradually blurring and fading, his essence, energy, and spirit seemingly completely integrated into the sword in his hand, leaving only a long rainbow streak traversing the void, twisting and soaring.

The old man stood still, engaging only in Sword Qi with his hand. His figure gradually solidified, becoming exceptionally clear, as if he were wielding a sword against thin air.

The Sword-Ray shone brilliantly, and the crisp sounds of their swords clashing were endless. In the blink of an eye, they had clashed countless times. Their Sword Intent surged rapidly in the exhilarating battle, breaking free from their previous tentative state and becoming like a raging dragon churning the seas, soaring and dancing!

The air, stirred by the sword's force, surged and rolled like ocean waves, carrying with it fragments of sword Sword Qi that spread outwards. Amidst the soft hissing sounds, Yun Yinmo suddenly noticed several tears in her sleeves, her skin cut by the Sword Qi, with drops of blood seeping out, which horrified her and made her face change.

She wasn't worried about her own safety, but rather realized that this situation proved that the two combatants could no longer perfectly control the energy they released.

It's one thing that Si Ming couldn't do it, but even his great-grandfather couldn't control the battle.

This discovery almost overturned Yun Yinmo's understanding. Her cultivation level was far inferior to the two, so she naturally couldn't see the battle situation clearly. But in her opinion, no matter how powerful Si Ming was, he couldn't possibly force her great-grandfather to take it seriously. This was at most a battle of guidance from an elder to a junior.

Is he really my age?

Si Ming, who was genuinely amazed by Yun Yinmo, was now subjected to an unprecedented provocation.

"Kid, you talk a big game, but is this all you're capable of?"

"Losing both the battle and your dignity; look at the consequences of ignoring the advice of elders."

"Dealing with you is as easy as using one hand."

The old man had one hand behind his back, while using the other to unleash Sword Qi to deflect all of Si Ming's attacks, occasionally uttering provocative words, seemingly handling the situation with complete ease.

Si Ming was furious. This old man had no Grandmaster demeanor whatsoever. However, he couldn't speak. He had already exerted all his strength. Once he opened his mouth, the momentum he had built up would dissipate, and he would surely suffer a painful counterattack from his opponent.

He was confident that he could outwit his opponent by a wide margin when it came to sarcasm, but unfortunately, a hero is meaningless if he can't speak.

However, he genuinely admired the old man's strength. He had already unleashed his full power in his normal state, combining the three divine powers with the Divine Sight Illusory Observation Art. Even the Demon King dared not confront him head-on, yet the old man not only withstood the attack steadily but also managed to protect the Sword Pavilion from damage.

In addition, he had used the Feng and Shan Sacrifice Sword Technique, Juntian Sword Art, Tower Observatory Sword Art, and Evil-Slaying Sword Art Vast Cold Immortal Sword Art, but his opponent also changed five sets of Swordsmanship in succession, making it impossible for him to gain the upper hand in terms of skill.

If it's just a friendly spar, I have no chance of winning, but even if I lose, I'll lose with style.

With a thought, Si Ming reached out and summoned a golden sword into his palm. He then casually tossed the Giant Soul Sword back into place, changing his offensive strategy. He unleashed a variety of sword Tiger-Subduing Blade Technique Subduing Sword Technique, the Burning Wood Saber Art, the Bodhi Demon-Subduing Saber Art, the True Yang Vermilion Blaze Saber Blazing Sword Technique, and the Brahma Sea Asura Art.

Seeing this, the old man snorted smugly, rubbed his palms together to form a knife, and switched to knife techniques as well. His knife skills were in no way inferior to his Swordsmanship, and he also changed his moves repeatedly. Every time Si Ming used a new set of knife techniques, he would change his moves accordingly.

This was the first time Si Ming had encountered an opponent as learned as himself, and every martial art his opponent used was practiced to an extremely high level, not just superficially.

But he did not give up. He had no intention of defeating his opponent with swordsmanship anyway. After using ten sets of sword techniques in a row, he changed his weapon again, this time to a spear. With a flick of the spear tip, he created a flurry of spear flowers, exuding a chilling aura. It was Ling Huanxi's Cambrian Spear Art.

"Young man, I didn't realize you were so talented at such a young age," the old man said, marveling at Si Ming's impressive marksmanship. "Unfortunately, you've chosen the wrong opponent. Do you think I earned my title for nothing?"

He clasped his hands together, condensing his energy into a spear. With a twist of his hands, the spear, like Peacock Spreads Its Tail, flawlessly blocked his attack. It was none other than the renowned Yin Talisman Divine Spear of Military School.

The two fought back and forth, and although they tried to hold back their strength, they still attracted the attention of others after fighting for so long. Soon a group of people came over. Seeing this, Yun Yinmo could no longer stay hanging outside the window and had to let go and fall to the ground.

An imposing old man spoke up, "Yinmo, who is so audacious as to dare to engage in martial arts combat in our Sword Pavilion?"

The middle-aged blacksmith beside him also said in a deep voice, "That's right, how dare he disregard the rules of our Sword-Forging Manor! He must not be let off!"

Yun Yinmo opened her mouth, unsure how to answer.

Chapter 728 All Techniques Unleashed

Heaven and Earth Spear Art, Hundred Beasts Mountain-Shaking Spear, Wild Dragon Lion Spear, Camel Dragon Overlord Spear... Si Ming changed eight spear techniques in a row, but the old man blocked them one by one.

This wouldn't normally be a problem. Having more martial arts skills doesn't necessarily mean you're better. Unless they're exactly the opposite of each other, it's hard to say which martial arts are superior or inferior at the same level. With the old man's cultivation, he could have easily blocked Si Ming's attack with basic spear techniques. However, he didn't do that. Instead, he switched to eight different spear techniques in quick succession, using change to counter change, and using one technique to respond to another.

So Si Ming changed his martial arts style again, abandoning the spear for a staff. He used all the unique skills of Glazed Temple Great and Lesser Yaksha Staff, the Skanda Demon-Subduing Staff, and the Great Wisdom Bodhi Staff Art.

The old man reached out and chopped off the spearhead of the long spear he held, which was formed from True Essence. Then, he assumed an Overlord Offers Wine stance, and a Savage Wilderness aura emanated from him, resembling the roar of a dragon, the howl of a tiger, the roar of a lion, the howl of a bear, the howl of a wolf, the cry of a monkey, and the cry of a crane...

A sharp, piercing shriek echoed through the void, as if the old man held not a staff, but a ferocious, world-destroying, and all-consuming dragon. This time, he didn't use multiple staff techniques, but instead used one as the core, evolving it into various styles: Dragon Staff, Tiger Staff, Lion Staff, Bear Staff, Wolf Staff, Ape Staff, Crane Staff...

Outside the Sword Pavilion, before Yun Yinmo could figure out how to answer, the expressions of the crowd that had been drawn to the scene changed.

"It's the Mad Dragon Myriad Forms Staff!"

"This staff technique is extremely difficult to learn, and it's also a niche skill. In our village, only Zhu Zhitao has truly mastered it. Could it be that he fought someone in Jian Ge?"