The next morning, Feng Qingyang invited Wang Hao, the old monk Puyin, and others to have lunch together. After everything was ready, they arrived at the largest martial arts arena of the Mount Hua Sect.
The Mount Hua Sect is one of the Five Mountains Sword Sect, and was even the former leader of the Five Sacred Mountains Alliance, so its foundation is naturally not bad.
Although most people died in the battle of sword energy, these buildings and facilities remained undamaged.
The training ground here is enormous, with a diameter of a hundred feet, enough to accommodate thousands of people for training.
It is said that when the Mount Hua Sect was at its peak, its disciples would cultivate here, which shows how powerful the Mount Hua Sword Sect was in the past.
Unfortunately, due to internal strife, everything has vanished like smoke!
"Clang!"
"This sword is named Peerless. It is forged from Profound Iron mixed with the Metal Essence. Its blade is three feet nine inches long and weighs seven pounds and thirteen ounces!"
Without uttering a single word, Wang Hao drew his knock-off Peerless Sword and uttered that incredibly cool declaration of war.
"Clang!"
"The sword is named Purple Clouds, forged from a mixture of Profound Iron and ten-thousand-year-old cold iron. Its blade is three feet and four inches long, and it weighs six pounds and eleven ounces!"
Feng Qingyang also drew his sect leader's sword and uttered a similarly arrogant declaration of war.
Actually, when Wang Hao started fighting with Wheel-Turning King earlier, he was hiding in the shadows watching, so he naturally heard those arrogant words of war.
In order to avoid making a fool of himself in today's battle, he wrote it down, and even weighed the sect leader's sword yesterday.
Upon hearing this arrogant declaration of war, the expressions of the Puxian monk Puxian and the others watching the battle became somewhat strange. Those carrying weapons subconsciously glanced at their weapons, secretly planning to use such an arrogant declaration of war in future battles.
Although they had received intelligence about Wang Hao and Wheel-Turning King going to war yesterday, it was not as shocking as seeing it with their own eyes. Hearing it like this, it certainly sounded impressive.
Then a figure appeared at the edge of the martial arts arena; it was none other than Wheel-Turning King, who had been defeated by Wang Hao the day before.
He came specifically to watch the game!
A duel between two top swordsmen is a rare sight, especially since I was defeated by one of them. So I had to come and take a closer look.
Most importantly, he vaguely sensed an inexhaustible feeling in Wang Hao's fifth sword move yesterday, which clearly indicated that his opponent had an even more powerful follow-up move that he had not yet used, which made him very unwilling.
It's one thing to lose to someone, but to fail to even force them to use their strongest moves is truly shameful!
"I first touched a sword at the age of three, began learning Sword Dao at five, glimpsed the way of the sword at thirteen, and at twenty-three, I created the Holy Spirit Swordsmanship with the core concept of 'the inexhaustible threes and the infinite sixes.' To date, I have created the Sword Six technique. I hope you can help me comprehend the Sword Seven!"
Wang Hao raised the Peerless Sword with one hand and placed it in front of him. He then slowly traced the gleaming blade with his left hand, fingers pointing outwards, revealing a smile unique to swordsmen, which contained a hint of anticipation.
The expectation of reaching an even higher level!
This second, pretentious statement left Feng Qingyang completely dumbfounded, and when he came to his senses, he almost wanted to curse.
Why are you doing things differently again?
He hadn't expected the other person to be able to summarize his life story in such sophisticated language, and he really couldn't plagiarize it.
They started learning swordsmanship at the age of three and have already created a powerful swordsmanship that is second only to Innate martial arts. Compared to them, I am simply a piece of trash.
Is he going to say that he only joined the Mount Hua Sect at the age of fifteen, and wasn't particularly outstanding until he unexpectedly obtained the Nine Swords of Dugu, at which point he rose to prominence?
Putting aside the age issue, his achievements in Sword Dao alone are incomparable.
Others have already created the ultimate Holy Spirit Swordsmanship, while he is still using the sword techniques of his predecessors. Although he has already somewhat surpassed the Nine Swords of Dugu, he has not yet reached that level.
This makes it impossible for him to plagiarize.
"I will help you comprehend the seventh sword technique, provided you survive my blade!"
Left with no other option, Feng Qingyang could only respond coldly, and dared not plagiarize this time, otherwise it would only make him a laughing stock.
" Sword One!"
Without further ado, Wang Hao thrust his sword straight forward, using the first Sword One of the Holy Spirit Swordsmanship.
The sword moves appeared simple, but they contained countless variations, and even subtly formed a sword net that enveloped Feng Qingyang.
Feng Qingyang dared not be negligent, and stared intently at the long sword in Wang Hao's hand, looking for a flaw in Wang Hao's move, but the result shocked him.
Although he secretly watched the battle between Wang Hao and Wheel-Turning King yesterday at the foot of the mountain, the distance was too far, and since he hadn't experienced it firsthand, he didn't see much of the mystery.
But now it's different. Only when he truly faces the Holy Spirit Swordsmanship does he realize how terrifying this sword technique is.
Flawless!
He could only find this one word to describe the power of the Holy Spirit Swordsmanship. Even with his level of skill, he couldn't find any flaws in this sword technique, even with the enhancement of the Nine Swords of Dugu.
He even had a faint feeling that his own Nine Swords of Dugu would be countered by his opponent. This was his intuition from years of sword practice, and it was never wrong.
Feeling this eerie sensation, Feng Qingyang didn't use the Nine Swords of Dugu, but instead began to use the Mount Hua Swordsmanship.
The two longswords crossed rapidly, both moving at extreme speeds, leaving no afterimages. It seemed as if their swords had vanished, but strangely, the swords in their hands never actually collided.
Feng Qingyang's intuition was correct; how could the Holy Spirit Swordsmanship, created by Wang Hao based on countless sword styles, be simple?
At least in terms of moves, he is flawless. Not to mention that he himself has inherited the Nine Swords of Dugu, so it is not difficult for him to use it as a foundation to counter the Nine Swords of Dugu.
The Nine Swords of Dugu is an extremely powerful sword technique that reaches a limit in terms of skill and moves. Even Innate martial arts cannot surpass it in terms of moves.
However, such extreme swordsmanship often has many shortcomings, which are its inherent weaknesses. If one can use the advantages of going to extremes to suppress the opponent, that's fine. But if one cannot suppress the opponent and the opponent seizes these weaknesses, it will be quite dangerous.
If Feng Qingyang had used the Nine Swords of Dugu, he probably wouldn't have survived Wang Hao's third sword strike.
In comparison, Feng Qingyang was more familiar with the Mount Hua Swordsmanship. Although it might not be as advanced as the Nine Swords of Dugu, it was more moderate, lacking both strong advantages and major disadvantages.
Using Feng Qingyang's powerful Sword Dao, he managed to fight Wang Hao to a standstill.
The bizarre battle scene left the onlookers, including King Puyin and the Wheel-Turning King, completely mesmerized. They even compared the fighting strength of the two combatants, wondering what would happen if they faced either of them.
In the end, everyone's expressions were quite grim, clearly indicating that none of them were confident of defeating anyone.
Even the Puyin, who had mastered the Golden Bell Shield technique, clasped his hands together and chanted a Buddhist prayer.
Although the Golden Bell Shield is a top-tier divine skill, it is not Invincible. At least, the Golden Bell Shield currently used by their Shaomu Temple is not Invincible.
Both combatants were able to break through his Golden Bell Shield defense with their extremely sharp sword energy; perhaps only a true Golden Bell Shield Divine Art could withstand it.
Thinking of the powerful characteristics of the Great God that Wang Hao mentioned last night, Puyin couldn't help but smile.
If Shaomu Temple can obtain the Four Great Divine Arts of Shaomu from that Sword Buddha Yan Shisan, even just one of them would be enough to make them the envy of the martial arts world!
What he didn't realize was that his confident smile was clearly seen by the onlookers who had been watching closely, and their gazes held a strange look.
They all knew last night that the old Puyin had gone to see Wang Hao and left with a happy expression, clearly having gained something.
Combined with what Wang Hao said in public yesterday, how could they not know that Puyin had already confirmed that the Four Great Divine Arts of Shaomu were real?
Now, Puyin can still show a confident smile in the face of such an earth-shattering duel, which must mean he has confidence in himself. Needless to say, this confidence comes from the Four Great Divine Arts of Shaomu.
"Clang!"
Just then, a crisp sound suddenly came from the center of the training ground, followed by a sword tip flying out and embedding itself in the outer wall.
Looking at the scene again, the two stood back to back, but Feng Qingyang's Purple Clouds Sword was now only half intact, clearly indicating that the tip of the sword had just flown out from him.
For a swordsman, the sword in his hand is like a second life. Now that his sword has been broken, it means he has lost!
"Alas! Young friend Dugu is indeed Sword Dao prodigy. I have done my utmost, yet I have stopped at the sixth sword strike!"
Looking at the longsword that was now only half intact in his hand, Feng Qingyang felt incredibly conflicted.
Despite his best efforts to overestimate the Holy Spirit Swordsmanship, he ultimately underestimated it.
The outcome of the battle was only slightly better than that of the Wheel-Turning King; he barely managed to catch a glimpse of the latter's sixth sword strike.
Yes, I could only barely see it.
He had already reached his limit when he received Sword Five, and he lost as soon as he unleashed Sword Six.
A complete and utter defeat!
There's no room for resentment in losing!
Before the war, he arrogantly claimed that he could force the other party to create the Sword Seven, and even risk their lives. But the final result was unexpected. What a slap in the face!
The gap between myself and this junior is still too great; I have no idea how this kid cultivates.
It's one thing to create your own sword technique, but to have such terrifying power is probably no less than those Innate martial arts.
In fact, Feng Qingyang was unaware that the reason why Wang Hao's Holy Spirit Swordsmanship was so powerful was mainly due to the tenfold potential enhancement of the Nine Revolutions of Samsara Technique. As long as one's foundation was sufficient, the power could be increased tenfold.
While there won't be a qualitative improvement, it's still quite alarming.
"You're not bad either. You've shown me some flaws in the Holy Spirit Swordsmanship. After this battle, the Holy Spirit Swordsmanship will surely become more perfect and powerful."
As Wang Hao spoke calmly, he sheathed the counterfeit Peerless Sword, turned around to look at the broken sword in Feng Qingyang's hand, and frowned slightly.
"Your Sword Intent wasn't pure enough, and there were flaws in your mental state; otherwise, you wouldn't have lost today!"
This isn't just Wang Hao spouting nonsense. A martial artist's strength is composed of many factors, with cultivation level being the most important, followed by mental state.
It sounds somewhat fantastical and mysterious, and it's hard to understand.
But this is the key factor in whether a person can bring out their full potential, or even exceed their usual level, so this aspect is really important.
Moreover, Feng Qingyang's Sword Intent was indeed not pure enough; it seemed to be undergoing a transformation, which created a flaw.
"Yes! My composure has crumbled!"
With a sigh, Feng Qingyang seemed lost in thought, his expression turning somewhat sorrowful.
Seeing this sorrowful expression, Wang Hao suddenly realized what had happened.
Old Feng was a pitiful man. Back when the sword and qi clashed, he was tricked by the Qi Faction, causing heavy casualties to the Sword Faction, which was almost wiped out. When he returned, all the remaining members of the Sword Faction had left.
He has spent the last few years in regret, and then the Ning Zhongze incident added to his guilt. It would be strange if he didn't have mental problems under such circumstances.