Unbeaten in Three Moves, Defeat the Enemy in One

Unbeaten in Three Moves, Defeat the Enemy in One

On the second day of the Seven Meridians Martial Arts Tournament, Su Changqing still arrived at the arena early.

He saw Lin Jingyu quietly saying something to his upcoming opponent. When Lin Jingyu noticed Su Changqing, his gaze turned toward him, and he slowly walked over.

"Changqing, today you'll be fighting my Senior Brother. I've already asked him to go easy on you. Although you won't be able to win, he won't let you get hurt either."

"Just give it your all. You can take this Seven Meridians Martial Arts Tournament as an opportunity to spur yourself on."

Lin Jingyu spoke to Su Changqing with great "concern."

"You've certainly gone to the trouble of worrying about me."

Su Changqing smiled silently, then waved a hand and declined. "There's no need. Just make sure your Senior Brother doesn't underestimate this match."

"Changqing, why can't you understand my good intentions? You've only just reached Foundation Establishment. If my Senior Brother goes all out against you, I'm afraid you won't even last three moves."

Lin Jingyu spoke urgently to Su Changqing.

Su Changqing let out a soft sigh and said nothing more. Turning around, he headed toward his sect's viewing stand. Sure enough, they could not see eye to eye after three sentences.

"Humph!"

Seeing Su Changqing's attitude, Lin Jingyu felt a trace of displeasure in his heart.

In his view, he had kindly asked his Senior Brother to hold back, adding a little excitement to an otherwise suspense-free match and ensuring Su Changqing would not lose too miserably or embarrass himself too badly.

Yet Su Changqing still acted as he pleased, with no sign whatsoever of appreciating his goodwill.

"Junior Brother Lin, it seems this friend from your village isn't giving you much face."

Lin Jingyu's Senior Brother, Chen Sanying, walked over and said with a chuckle.

Watching Su Changqing's departing back, Lin Jingyu's eyes gradually turned cold. He muttered sharply, "Why can't he ever realize that people are divided into high and low?"

After saying that, Lin Jingyu turned to Chen Sanying and said earnestly, "Senior Brother Chen, then there's no need for you to hold back later. Consider it a lesson for him, so that he can truly understand the difference between geniuses and ordinary people."

"With pleasure."

Chen Sanying answered with a smile.

Originally, for the sake of Junior Brother Lin pleading for him, he had planned to give Su Changqing a few moves and let him lose with less disgrace. Since Su Changqing refused to appreciate it, there was no need.

He would surely defeat Su Changqing within three moves!

Very soon, the preceding matches had determined their winners and losers, and it was Su Changqing's turn to take the stage. Amid the cheers of the Senior Sisters, Su Changqing stepped onto the arena with a brilliant smile.

"Su Changqing, I know that you and Junior Brother Lin came from the same village and entered our sect at the same time. But Junior Brother Lin is exceptionally talented, while you are merely an ordinary disciple with dreadful spiritual roots. I never expected you to reach Foundation Establishment in a single year."

"But do you not know that there are differences even among the realms of Foundation Establishment?"

Chen Sanying leapt onto the arena as well, speaking slowly to Su Changqing with an arrogant smile.

"Oh? What kind of difference?"

Su Changqing was not the least bit angered. Still smiling calmly, he asked in return.

"For example, I'm currently at the peak of the second realm of Foundation Establishment. Against someone like you, who has only just entered Foundation Establishment, I need only three moves to take you down!"

As though victory were already in his grasp, Chen Sanying boasted arrogantly at Su Changqing.

"Three moves? Then I hope to experience just how Senior Brother plans to take me down in three moves."

As before, Su Changqing beckoned with one hand, and a wooden sword flew into his grasp.

Seeing that Su Changqing was still using a wooden sword, Chen Sanying immediately realized that Su Changqing had not taken his words to heart at all. His anger surged in an instant.

"Then watch closely!"

With a roar, an exquisite steel staff appeared in Chen Sanying's hand. He shouted again, leapt into the air, and smashed the staff straight down at Su Changqing's head.

Though Qingyun Sect thrived on the sword path, many disciples practiced other martial arts as well. It seemed Chen Sanying was a staff practitioner.

Su Changqing's gaze sharpened instantly. He immediately employed his movement technique and sidestepped, vanishing from where he stood before everyone's eyes. The overhead blow struck nothing but air, smashing a crater into the stone arena floor as shards of rock sprayed in every direction.

"One move."

Su Changqing reappeared less than three meters in front of Chen Sanying.

Chen Sanying was secretly shocked by how swift Su Changqing's movement technique was. His strike had already been incredibly fast, yet Su Changqing had still evaded it.

"Hah!"

Chen Sanying unleashed his second move. His staff transformed into the shadow of a long spear, staff phantoms crashing down one after another toward Su Changqing. The surging assault made countless spectators break into a cold sweat for him.

Yet Su Changqing remained unhurried. With a sweep of his sword, he drew a barrier of swift wind. Wisps of breeze rushed in from all around, and amid a series of clanging impacts, every staff shadow was blocked completely, while the barrier remained utterly unscathed.

"Second move."

Chen Sanying's expression turned exceedingly grave. He had not expected such an offensive barrage to be so easily blocked by Su Changqing. Of the promised three moves, only one remained.

"Don't get smug too soon!"

With that, Chen Sanying withdrew his staff stance and silently formed a hand seal. At once, three identical clones appeared to either side of him. They stepped forward in unison, whirling up on one foot before landing around Su Changqing. One used a lifting staff strike that swept down upon him, another swept a low staff at Su Changqing's lower body, while another thrust its staff out to block the directions to his left and right.

Each unleashed fierce attacks—Gazing at the Moon Over the Shoulder, White Clouds Covering the Crown, and Splitting Mount Hua—cutting off every direction around Su Changqing and completely sealing off his escape.

"Good!"

Seeing such a profound staff technique that could transform into three clones, Su Changqing could not help but feel a spark of fighting spirit. He did not avoid the clones' assault in the slightest. Instead, gripping his wooden sword, he turned defense into offense and charged straight at Chen Sanying's true body. With a move of the Breeze Sword Technique, countless fresh breezes surged forth, his speed reaching such an extreme that Chen Sanying had no room to react.

"How could this be?!"

Chen Sanying's heart sank. He hurriedly recalled his White Cloud Overhead, transforming it into a horizontal staff to block.

This staff technique was exceedingly profound. Against ordinary opponents of the same realm, it might have made them fall straight at his feet. Yet it possessed one crucial flaw: no matter what the two clones did, the true body still remained on the training grounds.

Clang!

With a crisp ring, Su Changqing's Sword Qi slammed fiercely into Chen Sanying's refined-steel long staff. Though Chen Sanying blocked it, the tremendous shock sent him staggering backward again and again. His arm trembled with pain, and the web between his thumb and forefinger had split open, dark red blood seeping out.

As Chen Sanying was injured, the two wisps of clones had not even managed to touch a corner of Su Changqing's clothes before they dispersed one after another.

"The three moves are over. Now take one move from me!"

The three attacks had all been neutralized by Su Changqing—one evasion, one block, one counterattack. Now it was Su Changqing's turn.

"Gale Sword Technique!"

A fierce wind flickered over Su Changqing's wooden sword, the sharp shaa shaa of rushing wind ringing out urgently. Once it had gathered the long wind, Su Changqing dragged his sword along the ground and slashed out. The long wind instantly shot forth; Sword Qi cracked the ground apart in its wake as it surged toward Chen Sanying in a sweeping slash.

Everyone was utterly aghast. They had never seen this Gale Sword Technique before!