After Zhou Wen woke up in the morning and ate breakfast, he bought some for Wang Lu.
"You're back?" Wang Lu opened the door and asked in surprise.
"I came back yesterday." Zhou Wen entered and placed the breakfast on the table.
"Has the matter been resolved?" Wang Lu asked.
"It's about time." Zhou Wen's mood improved a little, but he didn't know if the bureau would let the matter rest.
"That's good. Let's settle the accounts from before. You owe me a lot of breakfasts. You have to compensate me with lunch." Wang Lu seriously counted with her fingers how many breakfasts Zhou Wen owed her.
After delivering breakfast to Wang Lu, Zhou Wen went to the Xuanwen Club.
"I say, Old Zhou, why do you always go missing? Can't you call me along if there's anything fun?" Li Xuan said with a smile.
"I caused some trouble, so I went out to hide. How can it be fun?" Zhou Wen said with a helpless shrug.
As the two of them spoke, they saw Feng Qiuyan, Ming Xiu, and a girl walk in.
Zhou Wen knew Ming Xiu, but he didn't know why he was at the Xuanwen Club. He shouldn't be a member.
However, Zhou Wen still felt somewhat guilty towards Ming Xiu. After all, he was his tutor, but ever since he came, he hadn't done anything.
"Zhou Wen, you're finally back. Are you free now?" Ming Xiu's eyes lit up when he saw Zhou Wen.
"What's the matter?" Zhou Wen felt that if Ming Xiu had any problems, as a tutor, he should give him some help.
"I've recently practiced a set of sword techniques. I want your guidance," Ming Xiu said.
Although he was getting Zhou Wen's guidance, Ming Xiu was very confident in his sword techniques. Ever since he saw Zhou Wen's Transcendent Flying Immortal, Ming Xiu had been inspired. He had been studying and improving the sword techniques his father had left behind.
After his constant improvements and actual combat practice with Feng Qiuyan, Ming Xiu felt that his sword techniques were rather perfect. They weren't inferior to Zhou Wen's Transcendent Flying Immortal.
"Alright." Zhou Wen nodded in agreement.
Feng Qiuyan was also very interested. He knew that Zhou Wen had already advanced to the Epic stage. If it was a life-and-death battle, Ming Xiu was definitely no match for Zhou Wen.
However, sparring with swords was different from a battle of life and death. It was only a battle of swords, not strength, speed, and other aspects. Therefore, Feng Qiuyan felt that Ming Xiu should still have a chance.
During this period of time, he had been practicing with Ming Xiu. He knew that Ming Xiu's swordsmanship had improved greatly. Apart from the difference in level, Ming Xiu's swordsmanship was not inferior to his swordsmanship.
When Ming Xiu and Zhou Wen fought, he could watch Zhou Wen's progress from the side.
Everyone went to the training grounds together. As they watched the two of them change into their combat uniforms and face each other with swords used for practice, Tian Zhenzhen asked nervously, "Feng Qiuyan, what do you think Mingxiu's chances of winning are?"
Ming Xiu's sword art had indeed improved greatly, but Tian Zhenzhen always felt that Ming Xiu's sword art was too simple. It wasn't as domineering and gorgeous as Zhou Wen's Transcendent Flying Immortal.
"I don't know." Feng Qiuyan shook his head.
If it was the sword technique that Zhou Wen had used in the past, coupled with Zhou Wen's lack of understanding of Ming Xiu's sword techniques, Feng Qiuyan felt that Ming Xiu had a chance of winning. However, he and Ming Xiu were improving, so Zhou Wen definitely wouldn't remain in the same spot. Therefore, Feng Qiuyan couldn't tell the outcome. However, deep in his heart, he believed that Zhou Wen would definitely win. However, Feng Qiuyan couldn't say such things without evidence.
"Is there a need to say it? No one can defeat Old Zhou. It's just a matter of how many strikes Ming Xiu can last under Old Zhou's hands." Li Xuan was filled with confidence in Zhou Wen.
"Tch, how would you know if you haven't fought? I think Ming Xiu will definitely win," Tian Zhenzhen immediately retorted.
"Please advise me." Ming Xiu held the sword used for practice and did a ceremonial stance before sheathing the sword.
"Please." Zhou Wen didn't hold the scabbard. All he did was hold the sword in his hand and point it diagonally at the ground.
Ming Xiu's expression didn't change, but his aura became calmer and calmer. It was as though his entire body had fused with the air. If one didn't see him with their eyes, they wouldn't be able to sense his existence.
A sword beam appeared. After extreme stillness came extreme movement. The practice sword tore out of its scabbard and struck out with an earth-shattering strike. It was fast and powerful, as though the sword had pierced through the heavens.
It was different from Feng Qiuyan's swift saber. Although Feng Qiuyan's swift saber could exceed one's limits, it was restrained. It was ultimately about control.
However, Ming Xiu's sword technique wasn't like that. It was as though he wanted to erupt with all the radiance of his life in this strike, squeezing out every ounce of his strength. Every cell seemed to erupt with all its energy.
Either he died or he died. There was no return from this strike.
There was no control, no hesitation, and no way out. It was as though he had bet his entire life on this strike. Although it wasn't brilliant, he had the determination to go all the way.
Although it was only a single strike, he gave it everything he had. He couldn't control it, nor did he need to. As long as the sword existed, he existed. If the sword died, he would die. The one who fell was either the enemy or himself.
When Li Xuan saw this strike, his expression turned solemn. He muttered to himself, "This person has bet his life on this strike. Is it worth it?"
Zhou Wen stared at the earth-shattering strike, but the practice sword in his hand didn't move. He could sense Ming Xiu's determination from the sword.
"Ah!" Tian Zhenzhen screamed in fright when she saw that Zhou Wen didn't seem to react. He didn't raise his sword to meet the attack.
Although it was a special rubber sword used for practice, it was edgeless and curved. If it was augmented by Ming Xiu's sword technique, even a practice sword could probably pierce through flesh.
Feng Qiuyan and Li Xuan's expressions changed as well. They didn't know what was wrong with Zhou Wen for him to not react in time.
The sword flashed like the wind as Ming Xiu's practice sword brushed past Zhou Wen's neck. The blade was about to touch the skin on Zhou Wen's neck, but it ultimately failed to injure him.
"Why aren't you retaliating?" Ming Xiu asked Zhou Wen with a frown.
"You didn't stab me. Why should I retaliate?" Zhou Wen said casually. Ever since he sensed the power of spatial trajectories, he had become very sensitive to all sorts of trajectories. Others might not be able to tell the minute difference in trajectories because Ming Xiu's sword was too fast, but Zhou Wen could see it clearly. The strike wouldn't injure him at all.
Ming Xiu was stunned when he heard Zhou Wen's words. He looked at Zhou Wen in a daze and didn't say a word.
After a long while, Ming Xiu's eyes slowly turned resolute. He slowly retracted the sword on Zhou Wen's neck and sheathed it. He bowed slightly at Zhou Wen and said seriously, "Coach, I understand. In the future, I won't casually strike. I won't strike unless I have to kill."
With that said, Ming Xiu turned around and left. This left Zhou Wen somewhat taken aback. He didn't know what was wrong with Ming Xiu. First, he didn't stab him before leaving for some baffling reason.
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