If it were an ordinary person, they would probably start to chicken out.
Li Yao looked Feng Qingyang up and down and said indifferently, "You must be Mr. Feng Qingyang!"
Feng Qingyang was slightly surprised and said, "I didn't expect you to know my name. Who exactly are you?"
Li Yao cupped his hands and said, "My name is Li Yao."
"Li Yao?"
Feng Qingyang frowned.
Clearly, he had never heard of this name.
Seeing Feng Qingyang's expression, Li Yao knew that Feng Qingyang had never heard of his great name.
He has been in this world for two or three months, and he has already caused such a commotion in the martial arts world.
Feng Qingyang had never even heard of his name.
All I can say is that Feng Qingyang is truly a homebody.
At least in the past two or three months, Feng Qingyang has not left this place, nor has anyone else come here.
Feng Qingyang pointed to the stone chamber and asked, "How did you learn the secret inside?"
Li Yao smiled faintly and said, "That's not important. What's important is my purpose in coming here."
Feng Qingyang was slightly taken aback and asked, "Oh, then tell me, what is your purpose in coming here?"
"Let's spar!"
Li Yao said directly, "I've heard that Master Feng's swordsmanship is superb and has reached a state of perfection. I'm a martial arts fanatic and would love to experience your superb swordsmanship."
In fact, Feng Qingyang was also a martial arts fanatic.
He discovered that Li Yao's aura was no different from that of an ordinary person, seemingly without any internal strength.
However, Li Yao discovered his whereabouts.
This suggests that Li Yao may be a highly skilled but unassuming individual.
Upon encountering such a master, he also felt the urge to spar with Li Yao.
So he smiled slightly and said, "Alright, that's exactly what I was thinking too."
Li Yao's gaze fell on a large tree, and he reached out to grab it.
With a 'snap', a branch thicker than a thumb fell into his hand.
Then, he wiped the branch with his hand.
The branch then turned into a smooth stick, which was tossed to Feng Qingyang, who said, "Old Master Feng, you may use this branch as a sword for now."
"Such profound internal strength!"
Feng Qingyang was dumbfounded.
He never expected that Li Yao's internal strength was so profound.
Li Yao laughed and said, "Don't worry, I know you come from the Huashan Sword Sect and haven't studied internal energy deeply. This time, our sparring will only test your moves, not your internal energy."
Then, using the same method, he made himself a stick and said, "Take this!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he flashed and appeared in front of Feng Qingyang like a ghost.
The wooden stick in his hand moved with a series of thrusts and jabs, its tip trembling rapidly, instantly creating more than a dozen stick shadows that enveloped more than a dozen vital acupoints on Feng Qingyang's body.
"What incredible speed!"
Feng Qingyang was quite surprised, and his expression became even more serious.
This is the first time he has encountered an opponent with such speed since his debut.
However, he did not panic in the face of such a deadly move. Instead, he quickly countered Li Yao's attack with his own offensive.
Li Yao was not surprised that Feng Qingyang was able to easily defuse his attack.
If Feng Qingyang cannot even neutralize one of his moves, then he is not worthy to be his opponent!
At this moment, Li Yao was completely in the zone.
He suddenly pushed off with his feet, and like a cannonball, he lunged forward, his wooden stick flashing out like lightning, aiming directly at Feng Qingyang's brow.
This thrust was devoid of any fancy variations; it was simply the purest form of thrust.
There's only one word: Fast!
Swift as thunder!
Before the staff even touched him, Feng Qingyang felt a powerful killing intent coming from between his eyebrows.
He knew in his heart that if he hesitated even slightly, the wooden stick in Li Yao's hand would pierce through his head and take his life.
This stab was filled with ruthless killing intent!
In a flash, Feng Qingyang twirled the wooden stick in his hand, emitting a muffled hum. The tip of the stick drew circles in the air, like a lock, binding Li Yao's thrusting stick in the middle.
At the same time, he thrust his wooden stick forward and launched a counterattack against Li Yao.
"Excellent swordsmanship!"
Li Yao secretly praised him in his heart.
As expected of Feng Qingyang!
As expected of the 'Nine Swords of Dugu'!
With a single "Sword-Breaking Style," he easily deflected his fatal blow.
In the world of martial arts, speed is the only way to break through!
Li Yao discovered that Feng Qingyang's "Nine Swords of Dugu" could be summed up in one word: speed.
Quick eyes!
Quick hands!
Quick!
Being quick-witted means anticipating the enemy's moves.
Being quick with your hands and body means using offense as defense, giving your opponent no chance to breathe.
Therefore, if you had to describe the 'Nine Swords of Dugu' in one word, it would be: fast!
To be more specific, it means: anticipate the enemy's moves and use offense as defense.
This is the sword intent of the 'Nine Swords of Dugu'.
This sword intent was very much to Li Yao's liking.
Whether it's swordsmanship, knife skills, fist techniques, palm techniques, or so on, Li Yao has always followed the path of 'fast, ruthless, and accurate'.
Moreover, whenever he fought someone, he always used offense as defense and never retreated!
If you retreat one step, you will retreat every step of the way!
This is not Li Yao's style.
Today's battle with Feng Qingyang has further solidified Li Yao's martial arts style.
That is: fast, ruthless, and accurate!
Thump, thump, thump...
The two fought with increasing urgency, their moves becoming faster and faster.
The dull thuds of wooden sticks striking each other echoed continuously above the cliff.
The two figures moved and shifted constantly on the cliff top, displaying their skills to the fullest.
In the blink of an eye, they left afterimages in the air, making it impossible to tell which two figures were the real ones.
In a short time, the two exchanged dozens of blows, and their wooden sticks clashed hundreds of times.
Suddenly, there was a tearing sound, and Feng Qingyang dodged backward.
However, a tear appeared in Feng Qingyang's right sleeve.
Clearly, Feng Qingyang lost!
Li Yao threw away the wooden stick in his hand, cupped his hands and said, "Mr. Feng, you flatter me."
Then, he glanced around.
Luck +36!
True Qi +26!
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Dugu Nine Swords *1!
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Although Feng Qingyang was a member of the Sword Sect, he also cultivated internal energy, but his internal energy was not particularly outstanding.
"Hahaha... That's great, that's great!"
Feng Qingyang threw away the wooden stick in his hand and burst into loud laughter.
Given his mindset, he was no longer fixated on winning or losing.
Today's competition dispelled the depression that had been building up in his heart for many years, and he became much more carefree.
He said cheerfully, "I never expected that young friend Li's swordsmanship would be so superb. Truly, the younger generation surpasses the older!"
Chapter 202 A Heroic Figure Who Couldn't Survive a Single Chapter
On an official road leading to Wuxi within the territory of Yingtian Prefecture.
Li Yao rode a fine horse, hurrying towards Wuxi without stopping.
After obtaining the 'Nine Swords of Dugu' from Feng Qingyang at the Cliff of Contemplation on Mount Hua, he immediately descended the mountain and headed south.