All Fused, a Brand-New Sword Art

Chen Xiaofan had previously learned many martial arts from the Tiangang Sect—Heavenly Dipper Saberplay, Heavenly Dipper Fistplay, and more. There was far more than just swordsmanship. But with Wang Tong and the Tiangang Sect's upper ranks constantly attending to him, he had never had the time to fuse them. Now, that time had come.

Chen Xiaofan planned to fuse all these martial arts into swordsmanship. The reason was simple: he was a Sword Master.

Although what he had learned consisted of saber techniques and fist techniques, utterly incompatible with swordsmanship... their underlying principles were actually the same. They were all meant for attack and ultimately led to the same destination as swordsmanship.

Before long.

Because your comprehension is heaven-defying, you successfully integrated all of the Tiangang Sect's martial arts and created a brand-new sword art, the Nameless Rushing Thunder Intent Sword!

Nameless Rushing Thunder Intent Sword?

Chen Xiaofan's heart stirred, and delight spread across his face.

Never mind testing its power for now—if this sword art continued to fuse with the Beacon Tower Divine Sword, what would it become?

Unsatisfied with the current state, you continued to ponder deeply and fused the Nameless Rushing Thunder Intent Sword with the Beacon Tower Divine Sword, successfully creating a brand-new sword art, the Wind Thunder Earth Fire Form Intent Sword!

"Oh?" The corners of Chen Xiaofan's mouth rose as surprise filled his heart.

Then he stepped onto his sword and flew through the air.

Cries of astonishment immediately rang out behind him.

A moment later, Chen Xiaofan looked up and realized that he had unknowingly flown to the edge of a great lake. The place contained a vast pond spanning a thousand mu. Its waters were so clear that one could see to the bottom, glittering like blue gemstones.

"This will do." He landed, drew his sword, and slashed at the lake.

Boom!

A colossal wave a thousand zhang high surged into the sky like a dragon soaring through the nine heavens, magnificent and awe-inspiring.

Endless threads of rain interwove into surging killing intent, splashing in every direction.

Wherever they passed, swathes of surrounding forest collapsed, pierced through by droplets and riddled with holes.

"Gasp! This sword art is..."

At that very moment, a man rode past in the distance. When he saw this scene, his face changed drastically, and he stood dumbfounded.

"What sword art is this? A towering wave rises with the wind, and countless droplets pierce the forest?"

The man froze in place. Even his horse froze, utterly shaken.

In all his years of experience, he had never seen any sword art in the world possess such power. Never mind the towering wave—the countless splashing droplets alone could slaughter thousands of troops and take an enemy general's head amidst an army of a million!

What kind of sword strike was this?

It was as though the heavens had collapsed, dazzling beyond compare!

He stood there in a daze, staring with his mouth agape!

Only after a long while did he finally come back to his senses.

He looked into the distance, eager to find out which senior master had unleashed that strike.

With one glance, he saw a snow-white figure slowly sheathing his sword on the far shore of the lake. Every movement was incomparably smooth and fluid.

The instant the sword entered its sheath, it seemed as though a faint sword intent radiated from it, profound and unfathomable.

"That's it!" The man was overjoyed. He hurriedly slapped his horse, and it shot forward like an arrow released from a bow, racing toward the opposite shore.

A moment later, he finally reached the other side. Fortunately, the other party had not left, but sat cross-legged where he was, seemingly contemplating something.

"Why is it a child?"

The man had been delighted, but the moment he discovered that the other party was merely a child, he frowned.

A child could unleash such power with a single sword strike?

That was impossible, wasn't it?

It was very likely that the child carried some supreme manual and had merely imitated it to produce such a strike!

He abruptly stopped and fell into deep thought.

If I can obtain such a supreme art, ruling the martial world will no longer be a dream...

If such a supreme art were to spread, it would surely stir up a bloody storm! No, I must have it!

He is only a seven- or eight-year-old child. Won't he be easy for me to trick?

Greed and desire drove the man mad. After pondering for a long time, he finally came up with a plan.

"Young friend, may I ask which senior master taught you this sword art? I saw it from afar just now and was utterly astonished. How about this? I am willing to pay five thousand taels of silver for this supreme art. What do you say?"

The man stepped forward with a smile and spoke warmly.

"Five thousand taels of silver is enough for you to hire ten girls from a brothel and play with them for three years. You can have all the food and drink you want too—you'll never spend it all. How about it? My offer isn't bad, is it?"

Chen Xiaofan opened his eyes and glanced at him.

The man was around five foot seven, dressed in black, with a face full of pockmarks. One look was enough to tell he was no good person.

"Five thousand taels? No, at least five million taels." After thinking briefly, he shook his head.

This sword art had been built up layer by layer. Five thousand taels? Was he trying to fob off a beggar?

"Five million taels? Hahaha, young friend, you really know how to joke. Do you know what five million taels of silver means? I didn't expect you to be so young and yet speak so wildly. What, is it studded with diamonds?" The man immediately lost his pleasant expression and said in a low voice, "Do you know the consequences of talking nonsense? If you keep this up, you might not live to see tomorrow's sun!"

"Oh, then I won't sell it." Chen Xiaofan calmly rose to his feet, turned, and walked away.

"Why are you leaving? You can't argue your way past me, so you're just turning around and walking off? Let me tell you, you'll sell it whether you want to or not!" The man flew into a rage and said darkly.

He had to get his hands on such exquisite swordsmanship!

As he spoke, he strode forward and pressed a palm onto Chen Xiaofan's shoulder!