Their Own Ways of Fighting!
It certainly takes two to tango, but when it comes to punching someone, one fist is enough!
"Little White, take this!" The Young Man in Blue revealed a bright and sunny smile, completely disregarding whether Song Shuhang had a knife or not. He gripped the knife with both hands, leaped into the Mount Hua, and with a powerful cleaving motion, slashed at Song Shuhang's forehead.
This strike was clearly intended to slice Song Shuhang in two from head to toe.
"Damn it!" Song Shuhang away like a lazy donkey, dodging the knife.
What grudge do I hold against you? What grievance do I have that you would resort to such cruelty the moment we meet?
A gentleman uses words, not fists. Can't you at least have a proper talk with me first?
Moreover, in terms of fist techniques, Song Shuhang at least had a set of <Vajra Foundation Fist> to back him up. But in terms of swordsmanship, he only had one move from beginning to end: the Flame Blade taught to him by the rogue Li Tiansu in his dream by 'Master Scarlet Firmament'. And he hadn't even mastered this Flaming Flame Blade move yet... He could only fully execute it with the help of the Ancient Copper Ring on his hand.
He had absolutely no basic swordsmanship skills; even if he picked up a sword, he could only hack and slash haphazardly.
Random slashing might work against a novice, but against a master swordsman... who knows how effective it would be?
"Little White, get the knife!" The Young Man in Blue shouted, hooking his foot and kicking the precious knife on the ground towards Song Shuhang.
Song Shuhang had no choice but to accept the blow.
He gritted his teeth inwardly. "You asked for this. Now you'll taste the power of the 'Flame Blade'!"
Seeing Song Shuhang pick up the knife, the Young Man in Blue chuckled, moved swiftly, and slashed at Song Shuhang with his knife again. This slash left three trails of blade shadows, seemingly both incredibly slow and incredibly fast!
Facing an enemy who has delivered this blow, one feels an immense sense of pent-up frustration.
Song Shuhang's gaze remained calm. Regardless of the extraordinary nature of his opponent's strike, he recalled the Heaven-Burning Strike unleashed by 'Master Scarlet Firmament' and, with a flick of his wrist, unleashed a slash! At the same time, he activated the 'Flame Blade' attack array on his Ancient Copper Ring.
Whoosh! Flames erupted from the precious sword in his hand. Ignoring the Young Man in Blue's slash, he countered with his Flame Blade —one strike for another, my sword still ablaze, let's see who gets the better taste!
"Hehe, well done!" The Young Man in Blue chuckled, no longer using the feint of one sword, three shadows. He flicked his blade lightly, as fast as lightning, and the tip of his blade pierced above the hilt of Song Shuhang's sword.
When...
Song Shuhang felt a numbness in his hand and could no longer hold the knife. The treasure fell to the ground, and the raging flames on it immediately went out.
"No, Little White!"
"That's not how you hold a knife!" Instead of pressing his advantage, the young man began to demonstrate in front of Song Shuhang.
How to hold and grip a knife steadily so that it won't be knocked out of your hand; how to control the force of a chop to maximize the knife's lethality; which angle is the most comfortable and lethal for a strike... and a whole host of other knowledge.
If he were playing a game right now, a 'ding' sound would definitely pop into Song Shuhang's mind.
Then the system notification sounded: Congratulations, player 'Book Mountain Pressure' has received guidance on basic swordsmanship from a swordsmanship master and has learned Basic Saber Technique.
Ding! Player 'Book Mountain Pressure' has received personal guidance from a master swordsman, gaining +1 to Basic Saber Technique experience, and then another +1...
It will probably be something like this in the prompt, right?
"Come on, Little White, try again!" the Young Man in Blue continued to laugh, picking up the precious sword from the ground again and throwing it at Song Shuhang.
Song Shuhang's eyes lit up as he looked at the Young Man in Blue.
He thought about many things and had many guesses in his mind... Perhaps, he wasn't transported to another world!
However, none of that matters anymore.
With the guidance of the Young Man in Blue, he at least knew how to use the basics of swordsmanship. Taking the precious sword, Song Shuhang was full of confidence and faced the Young Man in Blue!
The two of them went back and forth, fighting fiercely.
Song Shuhang's understanding of swordsmanship is getting better and better. He quickly Song Shuhang what the young man had just explained and turned it into his own experience.
He even applied some of his insights from boxing to swordsmanship, such as using 'Foundation Fist Form Three' to execute sword moves, unleashing dozens of strikes in an instant. However, he left himself wide open, displaying the style of a desperate fighter.
About half an hour later...
Song Shuhang fell to the ground again, unable to get up.
Even if he learned how to use a knife, he was still a novice, so it was perfectly normal for him to be slashed to the ground by the Young Man in Blue...
Moreover, this time it was even worse than the last. His clothes were cut into rags by the Saber Qi, and his body was covered with knife marks. Now, if he went out and squatted on the overpass, he wouldn't need to say anything; he was guaranteed to earn two or three hundred silver dollars within half an hour—because he was so miserable that it was unbearable to look at.
"Hey, Little White, that's enough practice for today. I'll come find you again tomorrow!" The Young Man in Blue chuckled, repeating those words again.
He then mounted his horse. As the horse bells jingled, the boy quickly disappeared from Song Shuhang's sight once again.
This time, Song Shuhang didn't even have the strength to shout. He could only lie on the ground, panting and trying to regain his strength.
After the Young Man in Blue had walked away, Song Shuhang said resentfully, "Damn it, don't let me see you again, or I'll never forgive you."
Just as he finished speaking, suddenly, a pleasant tinkling sound came from afar—a Young Man in Blue White Horse robe leading a white horse approached.
That's too fast! I'm still lying in a daze, at least wait until I'm fully recovered!
I regret it, okay? I don't want to see you!
Where's Doudou? Where is Doudou? Help me!
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Where is Doudou? Where is Doudou now?
It lay helplessly in the desert.
Like the desert where Song Shuhang was, all you could see was a stretch of sand and gravel, barren of everything, not even cockroaches.
Then, not far from it, a Young Man in Blue White Horse robe, leading a white horse, approached from afar.
"Little White, where did you run off to? I thought you were going to get lost." The Young Man in Blue ran happily towards Doudou, grinning brightly.
"Is it not over yet?" Doudou muttered to herself.
The Young Man in Blue first pulled the horse aside, then shouted to Doudou, "Little White, shall we practice swordsmanship?"
As he spoke, he untied two identical long knives from his horse and threw one of them at Doudou.
Doudou rolled its eyes and let the knife fall beside it.
Doudou didn't take the knife, and the Young Man in Blue didn't care. He gripped the knife with both hands and charged at Doudou.
Then, a powerful strike, like splitting Mount Hua, landed on Doudou.
Clang! The precious sword collided with Doudou's body, bursting into dazzling sparks. The Young Man in Blue had outstanding swordsmanship, but his strength was not high, and he could not break through Doudou's defense.
Doudou sighed, closed her eyes, and folded her ears down to cover them.
The Young Man in Blue was not discouraged at all. He gripped the knife and kept slashing at Doudou's body, making a continuous clanging sound.
After chopping away for a full half hour, the Young Man in Blue laughed heartily, "Hey, Little White, that's enough for today. I'll come find you again tomorrow!"
He then mounted his horse. As the horse bells jingled, the young man disappeared from Doudou's side.
Doudou sighed inwardly again and pulled a computer out from under her.
It's already 8 PM.
The image still shows Doudou playing a game and pushing the boss, with a video chat window next to it showing his in-game wife.
"My character in the game must have died by now, I hope my new 'Overlord Set' doesn't break." Doudou's eyes were filled with tears. It had spent all night grinding for that set, and it had just put it on today to show off to its wife...
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In the same boundless desert.
"Yaaaaah!" The Young Mistress Tang of the Empty Thieves' Sect went all out, gripping his knife and engaging in a fierce battle with the Young Man in Blue before him.
The two were evenly matched, exchanging blows back and forth.
Young Mistress Tang used a knife and sword techniques, launching a frenzied attack. The Young Man in Blue, however, possessed exceptional swordsmanship and held his own.
Half an hour later, Young Mistress Tang, exhausted, collapsed limply in the desert.
The Young Man in Blue laughed heartily and said, "Hey, Little White, that's enough for today's practice. I'll come find you again tomorrow!"
He then mounted his horse. As the horse bells jingled, the young man disappeared from Young Mistress Tang's sight.
"You Little White brat, you Little White, you little brat!" Young Mistress Tang roared at the boy's departing figure, "Is this ever going to end?!"
How many waves is this now?
Each time, this Young Man in Blue would make his entrance in the same way, and then unleash a barrage of martial arts techniques—fist, sword, knife, staff, spear... all eighteen kinds of martial arts.
Young Mistress Tang has been thoroughly tormented. From initial bewilderment to subsequent outbursts of anger, then to cold indifference and non-cooperation, followed by numb resistance, and now to being driven to the brink of rage...
"Let me go back, let me out! I don't want to play anymore, I'll admit my mistake, okay? If that's not enough, you can punish me by making me a cook for a few years to atone for my sins, please let me out!" Young Mistress Tang cried bitterly.
I never want to see that young man in his blue White Horse again!
Ding ding ding~~ Just then, the melodious sound of horse bells came from afar again.
As soon as Young Mistress Tang turned around, he saw a Young Man in Blue in White Horse leading a white horse in the distance. Upon seeing Young Mistress Tang, the young man ran over excitedly.
Here it comes again... here it comes again... here it comes again...
They arrived so quickly this time.
You think you can bully me? You think you can harass me?
"Hehe, hehe." Young Mistress Tang let out a laugh that sounded like he was about to collapse, "Come on, come on! I'll 'beep beep beep beep beep~' you!"
This time, before the Young Man in Blue could even get close, Young Mistress Tang had already rushed forward like a madman.
With a flick of her wrists, she created a series of afterimages! The Empty Thieves' Sect's ultimate technique, 'Shadowless Hands,' exploded forth, unleashing a barrage of attacks upon the Young Man in Blue...
I'll squeeze you to death with my pussy! Hehehe!
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It was still that endless desert, a desolate wasteland with only sand and dust.
The Venerable White was sitting quietly with his eyes closed in meditation.
He was engaged in his daily cultivation practice.
People in the group used to call him 'Cultivation Maniac True Lord White,' because cultivation was his number one hobby. Whenever he had free time, he would diligently cultivate.