Every day, many things would happen in the huge King City. They would become many pieces of news that spread in all directions.
But most of the news was limited to a certain region, and it was very difficult to spread to other regions, unless it was a major event.
Suddenly, a piece of news swept through half of Royal City like a storm.
A titled warrior who called himself Sword God had challenged Martial Arts Gallery's acting Gallery Master, Long River Sword King, to a draw.
If this was all, it would only be surprising, but with another point, it was enough to shock everyone.
The one who called himself Sword God was only in his twenties, extremely young.
"Impossible!"
"That's right, how could a mere twenty-something-year-old be a match for Long River Sword King, let alone a draw?"
"Sensationalist."
In one of the courtyards of the Marquis Mansion, a red-haired man was gnawing on a beef leg. As he chewed, he frowned. "Changhe Sword King fought to a draw with a young warrior in his twenties?"
"Yes, Master." The young man nodded.
"Is the news true?" the red-haired man asked.
"According to what this disciple learned from the people of Martial Arts Gallery, it is true." The young man nodded again.
"A twenty-something-year-old who calls himself Sword God and fought to a draw with Long River Sword King …" The red-haired man put down the beef leg and muttered to himself, full of doubt.
This sounded very inconceivable.
There were many others who found it as unbelievable as him.
Especially those top-notch titled warriors who were on par with Long River Sword King.
Was this true?
Or was it a publicity stunt from Martial Arts Gallery?
For a moment, a storm was stirred.
"A draw …" Long River Sword King revealed a bitter expression.
Was it really a draw?
In that battle, he had used all his swordsmanship, even his ultimate move, but he had been unable to do anything to his opponent. Instead, he had been pushed back. If not for the fact that his opponent's sword was too ordinary and could not withstand such a powerful clash, he would have been more likely to lose if the battle had continued.
It wasn't a draw. In fact, to a certain extent, he had already lost.
After all, his opponent was at least twenty years younger than him.
However, Changhe Sword King didn't bother to explain himself. He immersed himself in his own world, recalling that battle. His sword technique, which had already reached its limit, actually showed signs of being perfected.
Chen Zong, one of the parties involved and the center of the storm, was sweating profusely in a blacksmith's room at this moment.
Forging a sword!
He spent hundreds of gold to purchase several high-quality casting materials, including gilt steel, heavy silver, and cloud iron. The gilt steel was extremely hard, the heavy silver was soft with a touch of hardness, and it had extraordinary tenacity and extensibility. The cloud iron was light and had good tolerance.
Under Chen Zong's meticulous simulation, the three casting materials were matched in the best proportion.
The quality of a sword was closely related to the material used to forge it. However, it did not mean that a good material could be used to forge a good sword. It also required a suitable or even extremely good proportion of materials and a high level of forging skills.
With Chen Zong's current level, he wasn't lacking in any aspect. Perhaps he wasn't a grandmaster, but he was worthy of being called a master. It was more than enough for him to forge a suitable sword for himself.
After twelve hours, Chen Zong finally finished forging the sword and sharpened it.
The blade was silver-white and shiny, with broken golden cloud patterns on it. It looked extraordinary.
Regardless of whether it was its length or its weight, it was extremely comfortable. Holding it in his hand, Chen Zong felt as if it was a part of his palm. Putting everything else aside, just the degree of compatibility of this sword far surpassed that of the metal sword from before.
Moreover, the material of this sword was incomparable to the iron sword from before. Coupled with Chen Zong's meticulous preparation and all-out forging, it could only be stronger than Changhe Sword King's sword.
"In that case, I'll give you a name." Chen Zong gazed at the long sword that he had meticulously forged, his voice like a cool breeze. "You will accompany me in the battle against the strong and enlighten me. The two words' Clear Heart 'are suitable for you."
Clear Heart!
Clear Heart Sword!
Clear Heart and See Spirit!
In addition to the sword, Chen Zong also forged a suitable scabbard himself.
Leaving with the sword, Chen Zong sent out another challenge. This time, it was not from Changhe Sword King.
In the battle with Changhe Sword King, Chen Zong had seen Changhe Sword King's ability, but he still had not grasped how to integrate his spiritual will into martial arts. He felt like it was on the verge of being released but was suppressed.
What he lacked was an opportunity, an opportunity that would follow naturally.
Therefore, he still had to fight.
…
"A challenge?" The red-haired brawny man was startled and immediately opened it. He felt that the words on the invitation revealed a shocking sharpness, as if they were threatening Sword Qi.
The inscription was' Sword God '.
"It's him." The brawny man frowned, his brows knitting together.
Two days ago, he had heard of the name 'Sword God'. It was a very arrogant title. He did not expect that the other party would send him a challenge.
"Master, I'll turn him down," said the young man beside him.
"There's no hurry. Go test his ability, then tell me." The brawny man smiled. "If he's arrogant, then teach him a lesson."
"Yes, Master." The young man's eyes suddenly lit up, emitting rays of light, and he excitedly left.
The news of the so-called 'Sword God' and Changhe Sword King's draw was something he had heard. Even though he had asked the people in the martial arts club, he had not seen it with his own eyes.
At the end of the day, he and his master were the same. They didn't think that a person in his twenties could have such strength.
Who was Changhe Sword King?
He was one of the few people who stood at the top of the Titled Martial Artists, on par with his master. How could he possibly fight to a draw with a young man around his age?
One must know that he was known as a martial arts genius. In his twenties, his strength had already reached the peak of elite martial artists. He only needed one more step to become a Titled Martial Artist.
Even his master and a few of his master's friends had said that he would definitely become a Titled Martial Artist within three years.
A Titled Martial Artist under the age of thirty was undoubtedly shocking. It was not impossible for him to reach his master's level in the future.
Although this was an era where martial arts were gradually declining, those who truly liked martial arts would never feel that it was outdated and would instead be proud of it.
…
"If you want to challenge my master, let my saber measure your qualifications first." The young man found Chen Zong and said directly. His gaze became sharp, as if he was going to cut Chen Zong in half.
"Red Sun Blade's disciple …" Chen Zong was slightly surprised. "You can make your move."
"Draw your sword!" The young man was very dissatisfied with Chen Zong's casual attitude. That was not taking him seriously. He immediately let out a low growl and his right hand landed on the hilt of his saber. A terrifying aura rushed out.
"If I needed to draw my sword to deal with you, how could I have the ability to challenge Red Sun Blade?" Chen Zong smiled slightly.
"Arrogant!" The young man was furious. He unsheathed his long saber. The red saber light was like a setting sun that cut through the air mercilessly. It was as if he was going to cut Chen Zong in half with one strike.
However, Chen Zong did not feel any killing intent from this saber. It meant that the young man did not intend to kill him. He was just angered by his words and attacked in anger.
However, this saber was nothing in Chen Zong's eyes. It was not at the level of a Titled Martial Artist.
Chen Zong was not interested in such an opponent.
He swayed his body and easily dodged the saber light. His right hand turned into a palm and floated forward like a feather. It passed through the saber light and appeared in front of the young man's shoulder. He pressed it lightly and a terrifying force exploded in an instant.
The young man's body trembled and he immediately leaned to one side. He could not stop himself from retreating more than ten steps. He almost fell to the ground. His shoulder was burning as if his bones had been shattered. The young man could clearly feel that his shoulder was swollen.
However, he did not care about the burning pain in his shoulder because it could not compare to the shock in his heart.
He was extremely shocked!
He had lost.
His opponent claimed to be the Sword God, but he did not even draw his sword. He defeated him with a casual palm strike. It was unbelievable.
A loss was a loss. There was no reason for it. The young man stared deeply at Chen Zong and turned to leave. He had to tell his master about this.
That person might have been on par with the Long River Sword King.
This was a big matter. He had to let his master know as soon as possible. Thinking of this, the young man quickened his pace.
"He defeated you so easily … without drawing his sword …" Red Sun Saber was shocked when he heard this.
It seemed to be unexpected. It also seemed to be very interesting.
A young man in his twenties, about the same age as his disciple, arrogantly claimed to be the Sword God and had great strength.
Putting aside whether he was on par with Long River Sword King, to be able to defeat his disciple without drawing his sword, his strength was indeed very strong. He was at least at the level of a Titled Martial Artist.
Young!
Titled Martial Artist!
It was enough to arouse his interest.
"Master, do you accept the challenge?" the young man asked.
"I haven't drawn my Red Sun Saber for a long time." Red Sun Saber did not give a direct answer.
"I understand." The young man was a little excited.
His master had accepted the challenge.
The battle would take place in three days.
The location of the battle was not the Marquis Mansion, but the Monarch City Arena.
The Monarch City Arena was a public place for warriors to fight. Most warriors would choose to fight here to determine the winner.
Therefore, the news that the Sword God had challenged Red Sun Saber and that Red Sun Saber had accepted the challenge spread like wildfire.
Red Sun Saber was one of the top Titled Martial Artists. He had great strength. To kill him, one would have to send the Divine Bow Unit or hundreds of elite soldiers to surround and kill him in an open space.
It would be even more difficult to kill him in a complicated terrain.
Such a strong warrior's every move would attract a lot of attention.
For the commoners, studying martial arts was a way out because it would allow them to live better. Even if the Martial Artists declined, it was only for the royal family and the nobles.
However, the nobles did not dare to underestimate Red Sun Saber. At least, they did not dare to on the surface. Powerful martial arts were a kind of deterrence.
This was an era of decline for the Martial Artists. It was also an era of contradictions. It required the Martial Artists to be strong, but it also weakened their influence.
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