Any battle is for the sake of winning or losing. If you don't want to win, then you can't attack or defend. And Yan Lu happened to be such a saint who stood aloof from worldly affairs.
But Sheng Qi was different. In his world, there was no such thing as a draw. The purpose of a battle was only to win.
Looking at the center of the dojo, Mu Qingxiao shook her head slightly. Yan Lu wasn't competitive, but in Sheng Qi's heart, he had to win. Therefore, the two were evenly matched.
If Yan Lu were to bring out his true strength, then with Sheng Qi's current cultivation, he would be lucky if he could take two moves.
Under the dumbfounded gazes of the scholarly disciples, Sheng Qi unleashed his brute force to the extreme. As he swung Great Ravager, it swept, chopped, and stabbed. The powerful force and the sharp edge of the blade were all aimed at Yan Lu's vitals.
On the other hand, Yan Lu's Light Concealment was abnormally agile. Showing a gentle expression, he easily dodged Sheng Qi's attacks.
Waiting for the sword to retract, the two were facing each other. Sheng Qi's Great Obelisk was already in front of Yan Lu's neck, but the latter still maintained a gentle smile.
"If Great Obelisk moves a bit closer, it will be able to kill. It seems the outcome is already decided." As soon as Li Si's words came out, everyone looked at each other and then at the floor of the dojo.
"Look … look at the word 'Benevolence' under your feet."
At this time, the word "Benevolence" had already appeared under Sheng Qi's feet.
The scholarly disciples were whispering to each other. When Sheng Qi lowered his head, he naturally also saw the scene under his feet. His pupil slightly shrank, his heart was full of disbelief. He didn't know when and how Bai Yan did it.
The victory he pursued was to completely overwhelm the opponent, not to rely on the advantage of Great Obelisk. In the battle just now, he didn't even have the chance to force Yan Lu to use his full strength.
In fact, he didn't even understand how the latter did it. From this, it can be seen that the gap between the two was very large.
"I didn't win this match so it's a loss for me." Although he said so, Sheng Qi was very clear in his heart that the latter didn't use his full strength at all.
Li Si cupped his fists and said, "The most important thing in the Sword Technique Competition is the result. Based on the current result, Young Master, how should we decide the winner of the second round?"
Hearing that, Fu Su's gaze landed on the center of the Kendo Gymnasium, he said: "Both of you are top class experts, equally matched, it is truly an eye-opener, in a life and death battle, to be able to hold back, in this way, Sheng Qi is slightly better."
"Young Master's comments are fair and reasonable. Little Saint is convinced."
Just as Fu Nian finished speaking, Sheng Qi carried Ju Que on his shoulder. He glanced at Yan Lu and said in a serious tone, "In my cultivation, I have failed many times. However, I would become stronger every time. Next time, the only outcome between you and me will be life and death."
"Thank you for your advice."
After Yan Lu and Sheng Qi returned to their seats, Fu Su's gaze landed on Mu Qingxiao. He smiled slightly and said, "I'll have to trouble Imperial Brother."
As soon as Fu Su finished speaking, the corner of Zhao Gao's mouth curled up into a smile. In his impression, Mu Qingxiao's cultivation was so terrifying that it was beyond his reach, and the cultivation of the maidservant beside him was also unfathomable.
With her dealing with the Confucian School, there would be a good show to watch.
Fu Nian's gaze was unprecedentedly solemn. Sure enough, as he expected, things had developed to the worst point.
Sitting at the side, Yan Lu and Zhang Liang noticed the change in Fu Nian's expression and were a little confused. Sitting on the first seat, the unknown Twelfth Prince, could it be that he was an expert? It was really thought-provoking.
Mu Qingxiao's mouth curled up into a smile. "Using the sword to discuss the Dao is actually a competition. Sect Leader Fu Nian, since it is a competition, why don't we have a small bet?"
Hearing Mu Qingxiao's words, Fu Nian was a little surprised and couldn't help but ask: "I wonder how Your Highness wants to compete?"
"How about we bet on the famed swords in our hands?"
"Famed swords?"
As soon as Mu Qingxiao's words fell, the gazes of Fu Nian and the others became incomparably solemn. The latter's goal was actually the famed swords in their hands.
Li Si and Zhao Gao were very surprised. There was a faint smile on Zhao Gao's face, as if this matter had nothing to do with him.
He was the first to know that Mu Qingxiao had a terrifying cultivation and was also collecting famed swords at the same time. As for the purpose of collecting famed swords, he didn't know.
In Zhao Gao's impression, Mu Qingxiao's level of mystery far exceeded the mysterious Yin-Yang School. Half a month ago, when he learned that Mu Qingxiao was also going to the Sage Manor, he knew that the latter was very likely coming for the famed swords.
After all, the Sage Manor had two famed swords that were ranked in the top ten of the sword spectrum. And now, as he had guessed, there would be a good show to watch.
Fu Nian felt that Mu Qingxiao's request was somewhat unreasonable.
After all, the sword was equivalent to the swordsman's life. While they were scholars, they were also swordsmen. If they took out their famed swords to bet, it would be a disgrace to the famed swords.
However, the latter was the prince of the Qin State. Not to mention the famed swords in his hands, even if he wanted to replace the position of the head of the Confucian School, he had to give it up.
Mu Qingxiao naturally didn't know what the latter was thinking. The empire and the Confucian School had nothing to do with him. In this plane, other than his wife, the mission was his only goal.
Even if Fu Su didn't invite him, he would still come to the Confucian School to get the sword. As for what the others thought, it was their business.
After a moment of silence, Fu Nian said solemnly, "I wonder which famed swords Your Highness wants to bet?"
"Tai Ah in the hands of Head Fu Nian, Ling Xu in the hands of Mr. Zhang Liang, and Hanguang in the hands of Mr. Yan Lu. I wonder what Head Fu Nian thinks?"
As soon as Mu Qingxiao's words fell, the atmosphere in the Kendo Dojo became extremely oppressive. Everyone's gaze fell behind him, even Fu Su. This appetite was a little too big.
Was this the so-called small bet he was talking about?
Three famed swords as chips. It was estimated that in the entire Great Qin Empire, there would be no bigger bet than this.
Mu Qingxiao was the prince of the Qin State, so Fu Nian didn't dare to refuse. He looked at Yan Lu and Zhang Liang.
"The Little Sage Manor is my home. It's all up to Senior Brother."
"The same goes for the Zi Fang. It's all up to Senior Brother."
Yan Lu and Zhang Liang also knew that Fu Nian's choice was very wise, especially at such a critical moment. Every move of the Little Sage Manor was under the surveillance of the empire.
Half a year ago, the assassination of the Sea Moon Villa, Xing Tianming and the others appeared many times in the Confucian School, and Zhang Liang deliberately stalling for time for the Mo Clan. These were probably already known by Ying Zheng.
Therefore, no matter what unreasonable request the empire made, the Little Sage Manor had to agree, even if the goal was the famed swords in their hands. Otherwise, they might become the remnants of the betrayal of the empire in the next second.
The Confucian School had developed for a hundred years. If it was destroyed because of this, they would have no face to face their ancestors.
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