At night, Cheng Qiaoqing and Cheng Feng came back, and Tang Yuewu secretly went to the General's Mansion.
The five of them had a joyous gathering, and Xiao He had prepared a table full of food and wine.
"Young Master, you've caused a sensation in the six cities today." Cheng Qiaoqing sighed after taking a sip of wine.
"Causing a sensation in the six cities? Is it that exaggerated?" Zhou Yang laughed.
"Of course. Young Master, you don't know that today is the first day of the Genius Battle of Six Cities. All the other arenas are safe and sound. Only your Fenghua Arena and Chaoyang Arena were taken down by you, and Zheng Zongzhi was killed. This is a big deal." Cheng Feng laughed.
Zhou Yang nodded in agreement. On the first day, everyone would give each other face and wouldn't attack each other's ring. From previous years' experience, the Genius Battle of the Nine Heavens would only reach its climax on the third day.
"Young Master, I think you're taking action too early. It's only the first day, and you already have to face two arenas. I'm afraid …" Cheng Qiaoqing said worriedly.
"He's a madman. Let's see what you'll do tomorrow." Tang Yuewu said angrily.
"Who do you think they'll send to challenge me tomorrow?" Zhou Yang asked with a smile.
Cheng Feng thought for a moment and frowned, "Will Hua Yunfeng fight directly?"
"He won't." Cheng Qiaoqing shook her head, "Tomorrow is only the second day, and Hua Yunfeng won't go. Even if he wins, there are still fourteen battles in seven days. Injuries and exhaustion are unavoidable in such high-intensity battles. No one can last for seven days."
"What Sister Qingqing said is correct. My father said that people like Hua Yunfeng are considered as ballast stones. Normally, they would only take action on the last day to ensure that their arena would still belong to them at the last moment. This is related to the city's reputation, as well as your treasure chest," Tang Yuewu said.
"So, the stronger they are, the more likely they will fight in the last few days." Cheng Feng was puzzled.
"Not necessarily. Young Master has already aroused public anger in the two cities. I think there will be geniuses with a net worth of more than 2.5 million tomorrow to challenge you." Cheng Qiaoqing said with certainty.
"2.5 million? Isn't it Leng Wuxin, one of the three heroes of Fenghua?"
"And Zuo Shaocai from Chaoyang City."
"In that case, Young Master will face two battles with a net worth of 2.5 million tomorrow. Then …" Cheng Feng was a little worried.
"Tomorrow's matter will naturally come to light tomorrow."
Zhou Yang smiled. Not only was there no fear in his smile, but it was also filled with anticipation.
The reason was because this was a battle between all the geniuses of the six cities. This was exactly what Zhou Yang had hoped for.
Without an opponent, how could one become an expert?
Zhou Yang didn't continue chatting with Tang Yuewu and the others. Instead, he returned to the courtyard alone and took out his heavy sword.
"The Heavy Sword Style is broad and profound. Having the Heavy Sword Sword Qi is just the beginning …"
Looking at the huge sword in his hand, Zhou Yang suddenly felt his blood boil.
Any Sword Dao in the world was divided into three parts: Qi, Intent, and Power!
The so-called Qi was sword Qi. As one's cultivation level increased and they continued to practice, sword Qi would evolve into sword light and sword astral. However, the usage of Qi had been passed down for 10,000 years. Thus, many people had ways to deal with it.
On the other hand, intent was even more profound. It could only be understood and not conveyed. Once one comprehended the Dao, one would be able to control the enemy and seize the initiative, even to the extent that one could become a sword.
Finally, the power was referring to close-range combat.
Qi was generally used for long-range attacks. This kind of attack gave the opponent more time to react. Only close-range attacks could be fatal. This was especially true for some warriors who had never trained their bodies. If a person who was good at close-range combat got close, it would be a disaster.
The heavy sword had a unique advantage in close-range combat. However, this was based on one's own strong body. This was because close-range combat focused more on moves, and the use of moves had to rely on one's body.
The power of True Qi could be used to control the sword, but it couldn't be used like an arm. Zhou Yang had decided to purely use his body to train the heavy sword. His purpose was to become a close-range combat expert.
"Buzz …"
Lifting the sword from the ground, Zhou Yang felt a burst of soreness in his arm. Sure enough, it was too difficult to use this sword freely without using True Qi.
The huge sword began to dance in the air. However, its speed was very slow. Moreover, its movements were as ugly and clumsy as a child learning to use a sword. This reminded Zhou Yang of the first time he practiced boxing when he was a child.
The road to becoming strong began with a single step. Everything was always difficult at the beginning. This was something he knew very well.
He practiced again and again and rested again and again. At first, Zhou Yang had to rest for ten minutes every five minutes. However, after six hours, he could last for ten minutes. His moves also looked much better.
Until late at night, his body finally couldn't take it anymore. His entire body was sore and uncomfortable. His heart was beating fast and his blood circulation was at its peak. His robe was soaked in sweat.
He had experienced this a year ago, but he hadn't felt it since he started training.
To his heart's content!
It was both sore and satisfying.
"Kid, why haven't you started merging with the Golden Qilin? This is the best time."
At this moment, the dragon spirit woke up.
"Now?" Zhou Yang frowned. He had planned to find a time to merge with the Golden Qilin after the genius contest.
"Nonsense. Your body is now in a state of complete release. It's like boiling water. Merging with the Golden Qilin now will be twice the result with half the effort. If you miss the opportunity, it will be twice the effort with half the result." The dragon spirit urged.
"Boiling water …"
Zhou Yang's eyes lit up and he took out the Golden Qilin.
"If I, Zhou Yang, can't even withstand the second Golden Qilin, then I will die."
After saying that, he swallowed the Golden Qilin.
Just like the previous time, the piercing pain started. However, the pain didn't get worse. Instead, it weakened after half an hour.
"As expected …"
His body was in a boiling state, but the pain from merging with the Golden Qilin was weakened. However, the feeling of his soul being torn apart was still there. He couldn't help but feel his body.
Sizzle …
Outside his body, the veins on Zhou Yang's hands bulged. One could even see the blood flowing rapidly. Soon, a trace of blood flowed out from his fingernails.
The strong pressure caused cracks to appear on his body. Although the cracks were small and only within his fingernails, it told Zhou Yang that he had reached his limit.
Boom!
Four hours later, Zhou Yang clenched his fists. A blood-red light flashed in his eyes.
"That was close!"
After a while, Zhou Yang heaved a sigh of relief. He frowned as he looked at the blood on his fingernails.
"Your foundation is too weak. You've already reached your limit with just the second Golden Qilin. Sigh …" The dragon spirit sighed, seemingly disappointed.
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