Then I Won't Hold Back!

The old man, carrying firewood, rice, oil, and salt, left Clear Water Village and walked along the muddy road in the countryside.

His home was quite a distance from Clear Water Village, about 20 or 30 miles away. Moreover, he was the only household in the vicinity, and wild animals from the nearby mountains would occasionally come to harass him.

Fortunately, although the Sword God Sword was broken, its edge was still sharp. Although it was no longer possible for Sword Discussion Assembly, he could still deal with wild beasts in the mountains.

Halfway there, the old man suddenly saw a boy of eleven or twelve years old practicing swordsmanship in the middle of the road ahead, holding a bamboo sword in his hand.

Youth is wonderful...

Seeing the boy, the old man couldn't help but feel a little emotional. He glanced at the boy casually, and then couldn't move his feet any further.

"What... what is this?"

He had assumed that an eleven or twelve-year-old boy practicing swordsmanship would at most be practicing some common, unremarkable basic sword techniques found in the Jianghu. However, he never expected that the sword techniques this boy had developed with a bamboo sword would be so profound and exquisite, leaving him somewhat overwhelmed.

What the old man loved most in his life was this kind of superb swordsmanship. If a stunningly beautiful woman dressed in light clothing were to dance in front of him, and a peerless swordsman were to demonstrate his swordsmanship in front of him at the same time, the old man would definitely go to watch the swordsman practice.

After all, what could be more fun for a woman than practicing swordsmanship?

In the path of Sword Dao, the old man originally thought he had reached the pinnacle of this world. Even among the few Land Immortal worshipped in the Jianghu and the Great Xia Kingdom, the old man was confident that he would not lose to them in swordsmanship.

He was only lacking in age and cultivation level; in fact, after the competition, he discovered that his swordsmanship was even superior to those old monsters.

However, at this moment, the unpredictable swordsmanship in the young man's hands, some of the sword techniques, even he could not fathom.

The old man, carrying his basket on his back, stood aside and watched the boy practice swordsmanship, completely absorbed in the experience. He only snapped out of his reverie when the boy finished a set of sword techniques, sheathed his sword, and prepared to leave.

"Little one, please wait!"

Seeing the boy preparing to leave, the old man quickly called out to persuade him to stay.

The boy turned around, and only then did the old man notice his face. He was one of the three bragging boys from the village earlier, the youngest of them all.

"Oh, it's you."

Bai Li, sheathing his bamboo sword, asked with some surprise, "Does the old man have any advice for me?"

"I wouldn't presume to offer guidance."

The old man was an honest man. He looked around, used his one arm to release his True Qi, and cut a branch from a tree by the roadside. Then he asked, "Young man, would you like to have a sword fight with this old man?"

"... A sword fight?"

Bai Li looked speechlessly at the old man's empty right hand, then at his gray White Hair and the load of firewood, rice, oil, and salt he carried on his back, and said, "Old man, this isn't how you stage an accident. How can someone as disabled and old as you, carrying so much stuff, expect me to fight you? What if I hurt you badly and you started living at my house? My parents would beat me to death. I can't compete with that, I can't compete with that."

"Sigh, I'm not trying to scam you, I just want to see your swordsmanship."

The old man quickly waved his hand and said, "If you don't believe me, why don't we draw up a written agreement?"

He put down his basket and surprisingly pulled out a piece of white paper and an ink brush. Holding it in his left hand, he wrote a Guarantee Letter in a crooked and messy manner.

Bai Li took the Guarantee Letter from the old man, looked at it hesitantly, and then said, "Old man, it's not that I look down on you, but your handwriting clearly indicates you're not left-handed, so your left hand is definitely not your dominant hand. To try and fight me with a sword using your left hand is far too presumptuous."

"It's alright, just come on over."

The old man smiled confidently.

He could certainly see that Bai Li's swordsmanship was so exquisite that it even surpassed the swordsmanship he possessed. This kid was definitely a peerless genius. But after all, he was only twelve or thirteen years old. Even if he had started cultivating his Body Tempering from the womb, the old man felt that Bai Li's foundation of cultivation would definitely not surpass that of him, Elderly People had been immersed in Martial Dao for forty years.

Even the most exquisite swordsmanship requires a corresponding foundation to support it; otherwise, even if one can use it, it is merely a showy display, all form and no power whatsoever, and one is simply no match for it. The old man could easily muster his True Qi and forcefully cut through and break Bai Li's sword moves.

"Alright then, since you want to compete..."

Bai Li nodded, quickly wrote his name on the white paper, pressed his handprint with the old man, then put away the document, picked up the bamboo sword, and suddenly exuded a powerful True Qi that was even stronger than the old man's.

"Come on, senior, please make your move."

Elder. "..."

A quarter of an hour later, Bai Li sheathed his sword, a regretful expression on his face.

Before him, the one-armed old man silently looked at the tree branch broken into several pieces on the ground, his face showing some sadness.

"Sigh, I'm not competing anymore."

He shook his head at the injured old man and said, "If you still had your hand, you could still fight with your dominant hand. But as you are now, you might be able to bully the younger generation, but you're completely outmatched in a sword fight with me. Old sir, unless you can find someone to heal your hand, you can no longer progress in the path of Sword Dao."

Sheathing his bamboo sword, Bai Li glanced at the old man again and Blade Dao, "What a pity... Oh well, let's go home for dinner."

After saying that, he left without looking back and headed towards Clear Water Village.

The old man didn't try to stop him. After Bai Li left, the old man silently raised his hand, dug a small pit in the ground, and then buried the broken tree branches in the pit.

After filling the soil and tamping it down, he shouldered his basket and continued walking towards his home, his back view somewhat desolate and lonely.

After walking for a while, when the simple mud wall of his house was finally in sight, a white-haired man appeared in the nearby mountains and fields, practicing his swordplay.

Compared to Bai Li, this man's swordplay was all about unrestrained Sword Qi energy. The soaring Sword Qi directly cut through the weeds within a three-meter radius around him, creating a clearing in the overgrown wilderness.

The old man couldn't help but take a second look, discovering that the White Hair man's swordsmanship was the same as that of the boy before. However, the White Hair man's swordsmanship was even more refined than that of the boy. He controlled the incomparably powerful Sword Qi as if it were his own arm, effortlessly confining it to a three-meter radius around himself, forming an absolutely impenetrable domain. The streaks of Sword Light combined to form a circle of sword light, which captivated the old man.

But he looked down at his empty right arm, then sighed helplessly, no longer looking at the White Hair man practicing swordsmanship, and continued walking home with his basket on his back.

The sword's clinking suddenly stopped. The old man was puzzled when a slightly gentle voice came from beside him, asking, "Since Old Man stopped to watch, why didn't you watch until the end? Is it that my Bai is not good enough for Old Man?"

The old man turned around, and the one who spoke was the White Hair man who had been practicing swordsmanship. He had sheathed his sword and was looking at the old man with some curiosity on his face.

"Not so. Young brother, you are so young, yet your swordsmanship has already reached a level I cannot comprehend. Your swordsmanship is so superb that it makes all the other swordsmen in the Jianghu seem like mere charlatans. The true title of Sword God should belong to you."

The old man said to him, "I don't look at it not because the swordsmanship is beyond my comprehension, but because it is too profound. I am no longer qualified to even attempt to understand it."

After saying that, the old man lifted his empty sleeve, then turned and continued walking towards home.

Is it because you've lost your dominant hand?

The White Hair man behind him suddenly said, "Old Man, if I told you I know someone who can heal your arm, would you be willing to give it a try?"