Too Smooth (Continued)

"The Dunjia Heavenly Movement! Indeed, he is Yan Jinghong's disciple, but there's something different about it. His footwork and positioning conform to the principles of the Dunjia Heavenly Movement, but his method of channeling energy is completely different, seemingly originating from another martial art."

Su Yingtao wasn't surprised when the initial sword strike missed. It was just a test move. If the opponent couldn't even withstand this move, they wouldn't be qualified to become Yan Jinghong's disciple. He just hadn't expected the opponent to dodge so easily, which raised his opinion of them.

However, after dodging the One Sword, Si Ming simply stood still and did not take the opportunity to attack. He even put his hands behind his back, posing in a position full of openings.

Even though Su Yingtao and Si Ming had no tacit understanding, they could read a message from each other's eyes—there were only 57 seconds left, and they needed to hurry.

You can attack at will within a minute, which is much more difficult than giving you ten or even twenty moves. After all, if you are pursuing speed, it is not impossible to launch hundreds of attacks within a minute. Therefore, even though Su Yingtao had already anticipated that Yan Jinghong's disciple was by no means weak, he was still angered by this blatant attitude of contempt.

" With Dagger-Axe Form, Hundred-Jun Crossbow Fired!"

Su Yingtao stepped closer, his body spinning like a windmill, his sword trembling like iron trees adorned with silver flowers, a burst of cold light splashing out. In an instant, countless strange lights and thousands of sword shadows descended upon Si Ming without warning. The fierce and chaotic attack was mixed with an indescribable ethereal charm, exuding a strange beauty.

"The Eight Forms of the Divine Edge" is a Higher Vehicle martial art derived from calligraphy. It is also the signature technique of Su Yingbo, the elder brother of Su Yingtao, known for his "Elegant Silver Hook" style. The Su Clan is also the direct descendant of a renowned contemporary Calligraphy School.

However, Si Ming neither blocked nor parried. He moved lightly, his body swaying like a willow, dodging seventy percent of the sword shadows. The remaining thirty percent was deflected to the sides by the gentle force wrapped around his body, without even tearing his clothes.

With his current defense, he wouldn't be injured even if he took that One Sword head-on, but he was determined to be the one with the brains, so how could he resort to such a rough and clumsy approach?

He wanted to pursue skill and aesthetics, only in this way could he do justice to his precious mind and show his opponents what the wisdom of Little (Kongming) really was.

"Hook Form, Mighty Crossbow, Broken Sinews!"

Although it is a single move, it is actually three techniques, launched in a continuous and unpredictable manner, making it difficult to discern the trajectory of the attack. Moreover, the three techniques are connected smoothly and naturally, without the slightest hesitation.

Si Ming still abandoned using his hands, and while standing on Golden Rooster Stands on One Leg left foot, he kicked out with his right foot in succession. Each kick hit the turning point of his opponent's sword technique, dissipating his sharpness. Only crisp sounds could be heard, weaving a clanging killing melody, with the energy surging and each displaying its unique ability.

Su Yingtao roared, his sword finger gathering energy, and suddenly shot towards Si Ming's chest. This move was completely unexpected, not intended to injure the enemy, but only to forcibly break the opponent's rhythm and thus release his own sword technique.

However, Si Ming tilted his upper body slightly, barely avoiding the Sword Qi. At the same time, his lower body continued its attack, and he even took the opportunity to switch his feet, still interrupting Su Yingtao's sword moves and preventing him from unleashing their full power.

At first glance, Si Ming's upper and lower body seemed to be separated, as if controlled by different people, with no coordination whatsoever. This move was the "Drunken Arm-Pulling Chain Kicks". Hu Jixian used it once on the stage, and he learned the move. After all, this is a pure skill-based martial art, which does not require the coordination of True Qi. Drunken Fist does not emphasize a stable lower body, so even if the stance is broken, it will not affect the performance.

The two exchanged blows, going back and forth for dozens of moves. Although Su Yingtao had forced Si Ming to retreat at times, he was unable to hurt him. He was both ashamed and angry, and in the blink of an eye, the one-minute time limit had expired.

Si Ming, "The time for your challenge is over. Now, I'll make you back down."

Even after attacking for a minute without being able to hurt his opponent, Su Yingtao, despite his recklessness, realized the gap in their strength. In a normal fight, he would probably have already lost, but he was unwilling to admit defeat so easily. He refused to believe that he couldn't even last a minute.

"Downward Stroke Form, Wave-Chasing Rushing Thunder!"

Su Yingtao not only did not switch to defense, but even intensified his offensive. In an instant, his Sword Qi soared into the sky, and the biting wind scraped against flesh and bones.

In response, Si Ming did only one thing: he placed his index finger on top of his middle finger, pressed his thumb against his middle finger, and rubbed it vigorously and quickly towards his index finger—snap his fingers.

Su Yingtao suddenly felt his Qi and Blood boiling and losing control. The energy in his arm dissipated, his sword strikes lost their accuracy, and the surging Sword Qi poured out to the side, splitting rocks and plowing the ground, several meters away from where Si Ming was.

"What kind of weird move is this?"

Su Yingtao enveloped himself in a protective aura, remaining cautious and on guard before launching another attack.

Snap!

Si Ming snapped his fingers again, and Su Yingtao's body trembled, his steps faltered, and it seemed as if all the strength had been drained from his legs. He could barely walk, let alone attack.

Snap!

With another snap of his fingers, Su Yingtao, who had just stood halfway up his feet and hadn't even regained his balance, was struck by an invisible shockwave and immediately collapsed to the ground.

"What kind of martial art is this? It's too bizarre!"

Su Yingtao simply couldn't believe that he had been knocked to the ground and unable to get up by the other party's snap of the fingers. If it weren't for his elder brother, who was at the Spirit Transformation Realm and had seen and understood that many martial arts were beyond imagination and could not be judged by common sense, an ordinary martial artist would probably have suspected that Si Ming had used some kind of sorcery.

"This isn't an ordinary finger, but the Heavenly Emperor's Finger, capable of unleashing a Divine Ability called 'Ankle Terminator.' As long as you have feet, you can't escape the effects of this Divine Ability and are destined to fall to the ground," Si Ming casually made up.

The martial art he used was called "Sound of Broken Harmony," which was based on the same principle as the one that Yuezheng Qiong used to subdue him in one move. It used shockwaves to manipulate the opponent's Qi and Blood and qi, disrupting their rhythm and causing them to lose control of their body.

This move is not a powerful ultimate technique in the "Nine Shao Pitch-Setting Art". It is an area-of-effect skill used against the weak. Only when there is a large difference in cultivation level between the two parties can it affect the opponent's Qi and Blood circulation and forcibly take over the target's rhythm with its own fluctuation frequency.

However, there are exceptions. For example, when Yuezheng Qiong guided Si Ming in cultivating the Echoless Flow, it was as if she had planted an ambush in his body. When the incident occurred, the ambush was suddenly turned against him, catching Si Ming off guard and leaving him helpless.

Given Su Yingtao's cultivation level, he shouldn't have been affected by the Sound of Broken Harmony. However, through his observation in the previous minute, Si Ming had already analyzed Su Yingtao's martial arts moves and figured out the pattern of Qi and Blood circulation. So he used the Sound of Broken Harmony to resonate with Su Yingtao's Qi and Blood vibration, thereby deviating from the rhythm and inducing Su Yingtao to lose his breath.

Although the effect is not as good as a forced takeover, it can still produce significant results if used repeatedly. This is a skill that only Si Ming can master, as not everyone can analyze the opponent's moves and patterns in battle.

Of course, it can still only be used to deal with the weak. For example, the True Qi of Spirit Transformation expert is perfectly integrated. As long as it is released to form a protective qi shield, it can block the Sound of Broken Harmony from the outside and remain unaffected. However, Internal Cultivation is also Si Ming's weakness.

Su Yingtao was unwilling to give up, but no matter how long he tried, he still couldn't get up from the ground. Every time he got halfway up, he would hear the snap of his fingers, and then his Qi and Blood and qi would surge backward, his strength would dissipate, and he would be unable to do anything. It was as if he was paralyzed from the waist down.

"... I lost."

Even though he was unwilling, Su Yingtao couldn't even stand up, let alone fight. Victory or defeat was a joke, and he could only bow his head and admit defeat.

Seeing this, Si Ming stopped bullying him and stopped snapping his fingers.

"This isn't Yan Jinghong's martial arts," Su Yingtao argued, as if making an excuse. "It's not Dinghu Sect's martial arts either. Besides, in the fight just now, you mostly used unrelated techniques. Why? Aren't you Yan Jinghong's disciple?"

"The master leads you through the door, but the cultivation depends on the individual. A disciple's martial arts skills don't necessarily have to be the same as the master's. Otherwise, it only proves that this master and disciple pair can only recite from the book and have no ability to innovate, and each generation is worse than the last," Si Ming retorted.

Su Yingtao clicked his tongue, but for a moment he couldn't think of a rebuttal. Most importantly, he was the loser, and losers have no rights. Even the right thing loses its credibility, while something unreasonable can be made to seem reasonable.

"Judging from your appearance, you know nothing about Yan Jinghong's actions. He is clearly feeling guilty and deliberately concealing the truth, afraid to tell others for fear of ruining his reputation."

"It seems you have a deep-seated prejudice against my master, but given his character, whatever your reasons, you must have been in the wrong first, or it might just be a misunderstanding," Si Ming said.

Su Yingtao snorted and didn't argue with Si Ming. A defeated general has no reason to talk about courage, and continuing to argue would only make him look bad.

Si Ming vaguely guessed that the other party was likely related to the Grand Master, so he let them go and didn't cause any trouble, continuing on his way. Su Yingtao also kept public and private matters separate. Although his face was extremely ugly, he didn't deliberately lead the wrong way or slow down the pace, and they soon arrived at their destination.