Chen Xiaofan's lips curved slightly, revealing a faint, calm smile. He casually said, "The Qingshi Sect Swordplay you used isn't authentic. As it happens, I also know Qingshi Sect Swordplay, and mine is far more powerful than yours."
The Qingshi Sect Leader naturally scoffed at Chen Xiaofan's words. His face was full of absolute confidence and conviction as he sneered, "Utterly absurd! Complete nonsense! Our Qingshi Sect Swordplay has a long and storied history, passed down generation after generation since the sect's founding. It has weathered the passage of time for so long that even I, the Sect Leader, can hardly count its years. Yet you dare spout such wild claims here, insisting that our Qingshi Sect Swordplay is not orthodox? What a joke for the ages! Do you truly take us for ignorant children, to be fooled and deceived as you please?"
"Exactly. Who can't brag wildly with nothing but their mouth? I could even claim that I'm the founding ancestor of Qingshi Sect Swordplay. Would you believe me?"
The Qingshi Sect's Second Boss chuckled, his face brimming with mockery. He was unwilling to believe even a single word spoken by the young man before him.
A faint smile appeared on Chen Xiaofan's lips, as though he had long expected these people not to believe him so easily. His gaze was clear and resolute as he answered directly, "Who is authentic will be clear after one test!"
The Qingshi Sect Leader nodded slightly in agreement, then said with a solemn expression, "The Qingshi Sect Swordplay I wield is the genuine article, naturally a hundred times stronger than your counterfeit version. You are merely an impostor, and your Qingshi Sect Swordplay must be unbearably crude."
Chen Xiaofan merely smiled at those words, his expression as still as water, looking entirely