Nina lost.
"And such a complete defeat... just who is that child?"
" Sword God... are you going to personally intervene?"
The crowd murmured amongst themselves, their eyes constantly shifting between Luo Ge and Gal.
The atmosphere in the entire dojo subtly changed; if it was merely curiosity and disdain a moment ago, it had now transformed into genuine shock.
Sword God Gal slowly stood up.
His tall stature and the mere gesture silenced the entire hall, filling the air with an invisible pressure.
"Hahaha--"
Gal clapped his hands with a loud laugh, his eyes fixed intently on Luo Ge. "Interesting! This is getting more and more interesting! Kid, you're making my hands itch."
He took a step and was about to walk towards Luo Ge.
At that moment, a figure stepped forward first.
It was the Sword Emperor Timothy.
He was tall and imposing with a sharply defined face, and was one of the strongest members of the Sword God Style besides Gal.
He clasped his hands and said, " Sword God, why use a sledgehammer to crack a nut? This brat may have some skill, but he's still just a child. Let me teach him a lesson for you."
"Yes."
"Why would the Sword God need to personally deal with this person?"
His words drew nods of agreement from many of the disciples around him.
After all, it would be beneath the dignity of Sword God to personally fight an eight-year-old child.
However, Gal waved his hand without turning around, his tone as indifferent as if he were commenting on the nice weather. "You? Give me a break."
Timothy was taken aback. " Sword God..."
In my opinion, even you might not be his match.
These words caused an uproar in the audience.
Timothy is the Sword Emperor!
One of the top powerhouses in the Sword God Style besides Gal.
Now Gal actually says he might not be a match for an eight-year-old child?!
If someone else had said this, everyone would have thought they were crazy.
The one who uttered these words was the Sword God, the sixth strongest among the Seven Great Powers, and the master of the entire Sword Sanctum.
Timothy opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but under Gal's gaze, he ultimately couldn't utter a word.
He silently retreated to his original position, his face filled with resentment and confusion.
The other disciples looked at each other, frozen in place as if struck by lightning.
Ignoring the commotion behind him, Gal strode to the center of the dojo and stood in front of Luo Ge.
He looked down at the eight-year-old boy, a wild smile spreading across his face, "Hey kid, before you challenge the Dragon God, why don't you take me as your target and try to defeat me?"
Luo Ge looked up at him.
"If you beat me, women, wealth, fame... even the title of Sword God will be yours."
Gal's voice wasn't loud, but it was like a boulder thrown into a lake, creating ripples.
ha?
The dojo instantly erupted in chaos.
The Sword God is actually willing to wager Sword God name?!
For a swordsman, this is tantamount to putting a crown on a gambling table.
However, Luo Ge remained silent for a moment before slowly saying, "I am no match for you now."
He paused, tilting his head slightly. "So, you'd better go easy on me later. I don't want to die inexplicably before I kill the Dragon God. I still have family and friends; life is extremely precious to me."
Gal paused for a moment, then raised an eyebrow. "Hahaha, this is interesting. You've already given up before the fight even starts? I thought you were a very arrogant guy."
"If you can't beat them, you can't beat them."
Luo Ge shrugged, his tone as nonchalant as if he were admitting he'd eaten. "It's a fact, undeniable."
"And I don't think there's anything shameful about admitting your shortcomings."
Then he raised his head, a smile suddenly appearing on his lips, "However... although you are very strong now, the future is destined to belong to me, and the Dragon God will surely be slain by my sword."
Gal stared at him for a few seconds, then threw his head back and burst into laughter.
"Ha ha ha ha--!!"
The laughter shook the very pillars of the hall, and he almost laughed until tears streamed down his face. "Good! What a great era that will usher in the future! I'm really starting to like you more and more, kid!"
He stopped laughing, and his gaze towards Luo Ge held a newfound genuine appreciation.
Having spent so many years honing his skills on the path of swordsmanship, he had seen countless talented young people, but none quite like Luo Ge.
It possesses both a clear understanding when facing strong opponents and a bold vision for the future.
This kind of person is just exactly to his liking.
If he had met them when he was younger, he might have immediately become sworn brothers with them.
"Come on, let's have a fair fight."
"Sword God Gal said."
He glanced at the worn-out, almost blunt wooden sword in Luo Ge's hand, frowned, and said, "Hmm... you don't have a decent weapon either. I don't want to take advantage of a brat like you."
"How about this!"
He unfastened the sword from his waist and tossed it casually. "This demonic sword is my weapon, so I'll lend it to you for now. Take it!"
The moment Luo Ge caught the sword.
His fingers suddenly felt a heavy weight; the weight and texture of the sword far exceeded his expectations.
The Sword God gleamed with a dark golden luster, and a faint glow of Touki aura flowed along its blade.
"This is..."
The Demon Sword Whistle are in hand.
Luo Ge immediately felt that this sword had boosted his combat power by more than one level.
"This is one of the forty-eight demonic swords forged by Yulian, the Gullet. It is a top-tier demonic sword in terms of both its exceptional toughness and its ability to conduct Touki aura."
Gal said casually, then took an ordinary iron sword from a disciple beside him, weighed it in his hand, and said, "I'll use this today, is that fair?"
When I saw this scene...
Everyone was surprised; the Sword God had actually lent his signature weapon Demon Sword Whistle, to the other party.
What this means is self-evident.
Luo Ge gripped the Gullet tightly, took a deep breath, and slowly assumed his stance.
This time, his eyes held no ease or composure, but rather a focused and solemn expression, as if facing a formidable enemy.
There is no doubt that the Sword God is very strong; he is the most imposing person the Sword God has ever encountered besides the Dragon God.
Are you ready?
Gal asked.
"Ready."
Luo Ge got into position.
Sword God Gal did not utter another word.
He didn't even adopt a formal stance; he simply took a step as casually as if taking a stroll and swung his sword out at will.
Swish!
It was an ordinary slash, without any fancy moves, and it couldn't even be called a technique.
But this seemingly ordinary sword strike felt like the entire world was pressing down on him in Luo Ge's eyes.
quick.
That's incredibly fast.
Luo Ge pushed the Transparent World to its limit, with magic flowing, muscles contracting, and breathing rhythms.
He tried to find every clue about Gal, but there was only one result.
Although he had clearly seen the movements, he couldn't keep up with them at all.
The speed at which the sword was swung was so fast that... even the trajectory of the sword became a blur of light and shadow.
Luo Ge's eyes narrowed slightly.
At that moment, they suddenly opened their eyes!
He had no time to think, no time to judge; he simply swung his sword out of instinct.
Clang--!!!
A deafening clang of metal striking metal resounded throughout the entire temple, its echo lingering among the beams and pillars for a long time.
The two remained standing in a staggered stance, sparks flying from where their swords met.
Bang!
Luo Ge was the first to be thrown away by a huge impact, but he landed steadily with a nimble backflip.
He knelt on one knee, panting heavily.
Despite the slight numbness in his wrist and the sharp pain in his hand, Luo Ge looked somewhat disheveled in front of the crowd, but he had indeed managed to block the attack.
"..."
The entire room fell into a deathly silence.
Even the sound of breathing disappeared.
"Nani?"
"Caught it?! You caught it?!"
"That child... caught the Sword God God's sword?!"
"Are you kidding me?! That sword strike from the Sword God was something even the Sword Emperor struggled to withstand head-on..."
"Just what kind of monster is that kid?!"
Sword Emperor Timothy froze on the spot, his pupils contracting violently.
He knew better than anyone the significance of Gal's sword strike.
If I were in that position, I don't even know if I could have blocked that sword, but that child actually did it.
What kind of monster is this child?
The atmosphere inside the dojo had completely changed.
The previous disdain, mockery, and contempt have all vanished, replaced by a silence that borders on reverence.
Everyone felt a chill run down their spines at the sight of this eight-year-old's astonishing talent. It was terrifying... This boy's talent was truly terrifying.
Gal maintained his sword-wielding stance, looking down at Luo Ge, whose blade was pressed against his own, and slowly a huge smile spread across his lips.
"Ha ha ha ha..."
"Interesting."
"This is so interesting, kid... you're much more interesting than I imagined."
"How are you? Can you still stand up? Let's continue?"