Exposing the Sword Technique, Su Changyu's Shock

Su Changyu was a bit stunned.

He had just casually drawn a sword mark, and you actually comprehended sword moves from it?

Are you messing with me?

Bullying me for never having practiced the sword?

Su Changyu didn't know what to say.

It wasn't that he didn't believe Ye Ping—it was that he didn't believe himself.

Just casually drawing a sword mark like that.

And you had an epiphany of sword moves from it?

If you could comprehend sword moves that easily, what would be the point of secret manuals and techniques?

Still, stunned as he was, Su Changyu managed to steady his image.

"So, how many sword moves did you comprehend from this sword mark?"

Su Changyu asked calmly.

"Reporting to Senior Disciple Brother, counting the one just now, I've had an epiphany of four hundred sword moves in total."

Ye Ping answered seriously.

But the moment those words left his mouth, Su Changyu laughed.

Laughed outright, skipping all formalities.

If before, he had still believed in Ye Ping a little, thinking he might actually have some sword dao talent and could discern one or two moves—

After hearing "four hundred sword moves," Su Changyu completely disbelieved him.

No, he simply refused to believe.

The sword technique he himself mastered was the Four Thunder Sword Technique, and the sword mark he had carved could only yield insights into that same technique.

It wasn't entirely impossible for Ye Ping to comprehend the Four Thunder Sword Technique.

But saying he had an epiphany of four hundred moves? He really didn't buy it.

The Four Thunder Sword Technique.

It was created by Daoist Siji, the number one sword dao expert of Qingzhou, who observed the thunder of the four seasons. The technique contained a total of one thousand four hundred and sixty sword moves.

Su Changyu had trained for ten years and only comprehended eighteen moves.

Ye Ping had comprehended four hundred moves in a single day?

Who did he think he was?

The unremarkable Senior Disciple Brother?

Or a peerless sword dao genius?

Su Changyu didn't believe it. Not at all.

But soon, Su Changyu frowned. He felt this matter couldn't be that simple. Could it be that this Little Junior Brother was trying to snatch the throne of Qingyun Dao Sect's number one show-off from him?

Meanwhile, Ye Ping was starting to panic.

Su Changyu kept staring at him without speaking, a hint of cold mockery in his eyes.

What did that mean?

"Could it be that I comprehended too little, and Senior Disciple Brother thinks I'm a waste?"

"Four hundred sword moves in a day—that should be quite a lot, right?"

"Oh, I get it. Senior Disciple Brother must have mastered thousands or tens of thousands of sword techniques. The sword mark he carved—anyone with a bit of talent could probably deduce it to perfection in a day."

"Alas, I'm still too weak."

Ye Ping felt deeply frustrated inside.

"Senior Disciple Brother, is it really that bad?"

Ye Ping's voice rang out again.

Snapping Su Changyu, who had been ranting internally, back to reality.

Bad?

You comprehended the Four Thunder Sword Technique to the point of being infinitely close to Great Perfection in a single day, and you're telling me it's bad?

Then what about me, who trained for ten years and still hasn't fully entered Initial Comprehension? Should I just not live?

Alright, Little Junior Brother, you started showing off first.

Don't blame me for tearing you down.

Su Changyu felt a bit annoyed, thinking Ye Ping had overdone the act.

After a moment's thought, Su Changyu had nothing more to say. He simply tossed out a longsword and said.

"Little Junior Brother, show me a demonstration of the sword moves you've comprehended. Let me see if you really have any sword dao talent."

He refused to believe it.

That Ye Ping had truly comprehended four hundred Sword Moves.

If Ye Ping really had comprehended four hundred Sword Moves, he would swallow this sword on the spot—swallow it, scabbard and all.

Taking the treasured sword, Ye Ping felt a bit embarrassed.

It was kind of awkward.

If he hadn't known Su Changyu was a peerless Sword Immortal, he might have dared. But having guessed that Su Changyu was a Peerless Expert, and being asked to display his Sword Moves?

Wasn't this like brandishing an axe at the door of Lu Ban, the master carpenter?

After thinking it over, though, Ye Ping figured there was nothing to it. He'd have to try sooner or later anyway—he couldn't just keep comprehending forever, could he?

With that thought, Ye Ping couldn't help but take a deep breath.

And Su Changyu silently retreated twenty paces, fearing that swords and blades had no eyes.

"I ask for your guidance, Senior Brother."

Ye Ping took another deep breath, then drew the treasured sword.

Clang.

The sword left its sheath.

The next moment, Ye Ping's entire aura shifted abruptly.

In an instant, Ye Ping gathered all his focus, and the four hundred Sword Moves in his mind surfaced one after another.

Not far away, Su Changyu was somewhat surprised—Ye Ping's aura did have that certain something.

But he still didn't believe Ye Ping had comprehended four hundred Sword Moves.

Clang.

The Sword Moves began.

Ye Ping thrust out a single strike, then started to evolve the sword techniques in his mind.

"Four Thunder Sword Technique?"

Su Changyu's eyes went wide as he stared at Ye Ping in surprise.

Just from the opening move, Su Changyu recognized it as the Four Thunder Sword Technique.

He had practiced this sword technique for ten years—how could he not know it?

And not far away, as Ye Ping executed the first move, he fully entered the zone.

His sword technique was extremely fast, flowing like clouds and water, more than ten times faster than Su Changyu.

In the blink of an eye, Ye Ping had already performed the thirty-sixth move.

Su Changyu was utterly stunned.

Because after ten years of practice, he had only grasped the eighteenth move—the Initial Comprehension of Spring Thunder Sword.

But Ye Ping, in the blink of an eye, had reached the thirty-sixth move. That was simply unbelievable.

Yet something even more unbelievable followed.

Not far away, Ye Ping's Sword Moves grew faster and fiercer, dazzling to the eye.

Until Ye Ping reached the one hundred and eighth move.

In that instant, a thunderclap rang out.

Boom.

The thunder sounded.

In that moment, Su Changyu was completely shaken.

His mind went blank.

He stood frozen in place, stunned to the point of breathlessness.

Thunderclap!

Thunderclap!

Thunderclap!

This was a thunderclap.

Within the Four Thunder Sword Technique, every complete set of sword moves ended with a thunderclap.

If one possessed spiritual energy, it could summon lightning to kill enemies; if one had no magical power, it could still produce the sound of thunder to enhance the sword's might.

But to give birth to thunderous peals, one must at least reach the realm of Great Perfection.

Su Changyu's lifelong dream was to train the Four Thunder Sword Technique to Great Perfection.

Yet he never imagined that this Little Junior Brother of his would, in a single day, train the Spring Thunder Sword to Great Perfection.

Impossible!

Impossible!

Impossible, aaaaah!

On the surface, Su Changyu remained perfectly composed, but inside, his heart was already churning like a storm, raising waves ten thousand feet high.

However, after just five breaths—barely a minute—

Another thunderclap rang out.

Su Changyu was stunned once more.

This was the symbol of Great Perfection in the Summer Thunder Sword Technique.

Another five breaths.

Another thunderclap.

This was the symbol of Great Perfection in the Autumn Thunder Sword Technique.

And just then, Ye Ping's sword technique grew faster.

His sword moves were like a raging storm—this was the final set of the Four Thunder Sword Technique.

The Winter Thunder Sword Technique.

Also its deadliest killing move.

The harsh winter approaches; all things wither.

Ye Ping had only comprehended four hundred Sword Moves before.

But now, Su Changyu's Sword Mark surfaced once more in Ye Ping's mind.

Suddenly, thirty-two additional Sword Moves appeared in his thoughts.

A total of four hundred and thirty-two Sword Moves.

Ye Ping closed his eyes.

At this moment, he walked with the sword.

His sword intent was fierce.

His sword technique was impossibly fast.

He thrust out the final thirty-two Sword Moves.

Boom.

A thunderclap resounded instantly.

Deafening.

And ten meters away, a boulder several meters high shattered into pieces.

Su Changyu's gaze went vacant.

He was utterly dumbfounded.

Because Ye Ping had not only trained the Four Thunder Sword Technique to Great Perfection, but had also comprehended the Four Thunder Sword Intent.

This was simply a freak of nature.