Gelding

Ren Debiao saw that Meng Yuan was not just putting on a show to scare him, but truly had the momentum of a life-or-death confrontation with a single saber strike. He couldn't help but recall the sight of this man carrying Wolf One down the mountain.

At that time, this man had already used up most of his strength fighting desperately with Wolf One, yet he still carried Wolf One on his shoulder, stepped through the mud, and fell on his butt many times. But he gritted his teeth and endured until he reached the foot of the mountain, without asking for help or complaining.

It was from that time on that Ren Debiao felt that Master Nie no longer looked at him properly and was unwilling to teach him anything.

"I have entered the Eighth Rank, you are not my opponent. Do you really want to humiliate yourself?" Ren Debiao didn't want to lose momentum, so he immediately pointed out the difference in their strength.

"So long-winded, you've lost your courage!" Meng Yuan was very confident. The other party had only just entered the Eighth Rank, and the True Qi circulation method of the Gale Wind Saber Technique was still in the Lower Thirty-Three Heavens, and had not yet entered the "Eighth Rank Transformation" that Master Nie spoke of.

When Ren Debiao heard this, it was as if his weakness had been exposed. He immediately gritted his teeth and raised his saber.

Ren Debiao's figure was extremely fast, and he instantly closed in. The long saber in his hand slashed out like a silver streak, cutting diagonally towards Meng Yuan's throat.

This saber strike was extremely swift, actually bringing up a sharp sound of cutting through the air.

Meng Yuan was not flustered. He lightly tapped the ground with the tip of his foot and took a step back. Only when the opponent's momentum was exhausted did he strike.

With a "clang," the two sabers met, like a sudden spring thunderclap, startling the birds in the distance.

After a brief test, the two separated. Ren Debiao used the force of the impact to flip his body and attack Meng Yuan's chest again.

Meng Yuan raised his saber to block and counterattacked the opponent's lower body.

The Gale Wind Saber Technique prioritized speed. Both of them used it simultaneously, and for a time they fought inextricably. The saber light flashed, truly a sight to behold.

All the students had learned this saber technique. Although they didn't understand the marvel of True Qi circulation, seeing every saber strike of the two on the field as fast as a gale and their figures constantly moving, making it dazzling, they couldn't help but feel a sense of longing.

They went back and forth, saber light flashing. Before long, Meng Yuan realized that although the opponent had entered the Eighth Rank and knew the method of True Qi circulation, compared to himself, whether it was speed, strength, or reaction time, he was inferior.

Meng Yuan thought to himself, one reason was that he had undergone two body refinements, and his Dantian's True Qi was more abundant than the opponent's, his Acupoints were wider, and his True Qi circulated without obstruction; the second reason was that the opponent seemed to have not yet comprehended the principle of combining Qi and strength, and combining intent and Qi, or had not been taught by Master Nie.

At this moment, Ren Debiao had also realized that something was wrong. Although he was fighting inextricably with the opponent, he always felt that the opponent was using him to hone his saber skills.

From holding back at the beginning to fully activating his True Qi to use the saber, no matter how he performed, the opponent's eyes could always keep up, the opponent's saber also immediately followed, and the opponent's strength and speed were not inferior at all. He couldn't even tell when the opponent would run out of True Qi.

Ren Debiao frowned and thought for a moment, then became ruthless. Just as he was about to say something to pretend it was a draw, he felt the opponent's saber momentum suddenly increase, the strength increased even more, and the saber became even faster, so fast that only afterimages could be seen.

After desperately blocking seven consecutive saber strikes, Ren Debiao didn't even have time to catch his breath or speak. He only felt that the opponent's strength was heavy, far exceeding his own, and his arms were already sore and painful.

In a daze, Ren Debiao felt the back of his back being struck by the saber hilt. Immediately, his internal organs vibrated, his head was dizzy and his eyes blurred, he couldn't stand steadily, and the long saber in his hand slipped away.

Ren Debiao stumbled and fell to the ground. He felt that the opponent had held back in this strike.

Although he lost, Ren Debiao felt a sense of relief in his heart, because the opponent seemed to have forgotten the words about deciding life and death after determining the winner, and did not kill him.

While feeling fortunate, Ren Debiao was about to admit defeat when he felt a piercing pain in his left arm.

Ren Debiao quickly turned his head to look, only to see that Meng Yuan was stepping on his left arm, and had already broken it.

A tragic cry echoed throughout the training field. Ren Debiao was sweating profusely and rolling non-stop.

"Saber shadows shuttle through chaotic light and shadow, blades move high and low, supporting heaven and earth. Swift as a shooting star chasing the sun and moon, fast as lightning cutting through Cangwu." Meng Yuan withdrew his foot. "Brother Ren, it's not a problem that your Gale Wind Saber Technique isn't practiced well, but bullying the weak and harming fellow students is a big problem."

Meng Yuan didn't wait for Ren Debiao to reply. He sheathed his saber and looked at the students, saying, "Master Nie taught us skills not for showing off in front of others, not for making people laugh, but for protecting the Princess Consort in the future. Sparring and competition are fine, but fighting among ourselves, treating neighbors as enemies, and harming each other is not allowed!"

Everyone stared blankly at Meng Yuan, then looked at the broken-armed Ren Debiao. For a moment, no one spoke.

"Did you all remember?" Meng Yuan asked.

"Remembered!" A crowd shouted to the sky.

Meng Yuan stepped forward to check the injuries of Wu Changsheng and Tie Niu. Seeing that the wounds were not deep, he was relieved.

"Zhang Qing and Song Laohe, carry Brother Ren back to his residence. Wu Changsheng, go outside and invite a doctor." Meng Yuan arranged the aftermath.

"This..." Wu Changsheng even forgot to cover the wound on his arm. He glanced at the painfully rolling Ren Debiao and asked in a low voice, "Senior Brother Meng, should we send him directly to the medical hall?"

"It's just a broken bone. As a martial artist, he'll recover in two months. You just go outside and invite a doctor." Meng Yuan pressed the saber hilt and emphasized, "Don't let Brother Ren suffer. Find a good doctor with both skill and virtue!"

"Yes!" Wu Changsheng immediately took the order and left.

Zhang Qing and Song Laohe also lifted Ren Debiao and walked out.

"Hu Qian, Zhao Tie Niu, follow me. The rest of you, practice diligently!" Meng Yuan immediately walked out of the training field.

Hu Qian and Tie Niu quickly followed.

After walking for a while, a rare glimmer of thought appeared in Tie Niu's eyes. He leaned close to Meng Yuan's ear, afraid that Hu Qian would hear, and whispered, "Brother, aren't we going to find Old Man Jiang and Jiang Yatou first? Not taking them when we run away?"

"Tie Niu! I heard you!" Hu Qian slapped Tie Niu's back hard, then pulled Meng Yuan and asked, "Where are we going? Or should I go find my mother? She can still say a few words in front of the Princess Consort."

"Why do you two only think of taking the crooked path? Why can't you be upright? The Princess Consort asked us to learn martial arts, is it for us to rely on connections and pull strings?" Meng Yuan offered stern criticism and said seriously, "I injured someone, so I should admit my mistake and accept punishment! I'm going to find Xun Mei! If I hadn't found Vitex, I would definitely go with a bundle of thorns to apologize!"

Hu Qian opened her mouth. She found that although Meng Yuan was full of righteousness, he seemed very familiar with this kind of thing, as if he was used to doing it.

Moreover, he said he was going to accept punishment, but he looked like he was going to visit!

"One person's actions are their own responsibility. I know you are angry with this person, but after all, I was the one who injured him, the fault is mine alone. When you two see Xun Mei, just tell the truth and testify for me." Meng Yuan said.

Hu Qian was speechless. She carefully reviewed the course of events and found that this Senior Brother Meng seemed to be in the right everywhere. Even if he injured someone in the end, it could be said to be an act of anger.

Moreover, a Ninth Rank defeating an Eighth Rank, Hu Qian felt that with Master Nie's personality, he might even praise him a few words.

"What did your brother do before?" Hu Qian pulled Tie Niu and quietly asked.

"A gelder! Specializing in castration!" Tie Niu looked like he was asking why she was asking the obvious. He didn't know how to be subtle and just said it directly.

"So that's how it is." Hu Qian actually understood. "To castrate, you must first grasp the other person's momentum. This momentum is reason. He took away the other person's momentum and used it for himself. The other person has no reason and no momentum, and his momentum and reason are even greater!"

Hu Qian grabbed Meng Yuan and asked, "Is it like this?"

Meng Yuan didn't know how gelding an animal could involve such knowledge and principles, but seeing her expectant expression, he could only say, "Seeing the small to know the great, excellent!"