Chapter 0004: The Divine Sword and the Mad Blade

Thinking back, three years ago, before the collapse of Guangling Mountain, Brother Xin must have been outstanding in the martial arts school. However, due to an unforeseen event, three years were delayed.

Wang Feng also nodded in great agreement: "Junior Sister Xie’s words are reasonable! Even if it does not pass this time, there is still the outer sect. Our Xuanzong selects disciples from the outer sect every ten years to enter the inner sect; there are still opportunities. Zhang Xin, you must not ruin yourself."

Zhang Xin only took a glance, and a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes. This person who boasted of being the Ten Absolute Divine Sword indeed had solid skills with the sword.

How could someone like Zhang Xin possibly be a weakling

The spirit master serving as the referee on the stage, clearly unable to bear it any longer, immediately waved the flag after sixty breaths had passed: "Begin!"

However, this individual quickly responded in kind, performing a flourish with the sword: "This sword is made of fine iron from three thousand zhang beneath the earth, measuring three feet and four inches in length, with a net weight of eight catties and three taels. It can cut through iron like mud, so I kindly ask Brother Zhang to exercise caution!"

Huangfu Cheng was also somewhat surprised, his brows furrowed, seemingly extremely perplexed

At that moment, a glimmer of brilliance flashed in Fang Xinzi's eyes: "Be careful, Brother Zhang!"

Eh?

Zhang Xinchai almost laughed out loud, thinking to himself that this first opponent of his was truly quite foolish. However, he soon felt a stir in his heart, recalling his own youth as Shangguan Xuanhao, a time when his personality was even more eccentric than that of this young man.

At this thought, Zhang Xin's playful spirit suddenly surged, and his gaze slightly sharpened: "So it is the Ten Absolute Divine Swords? I have long admired your esteemed name!"

Fang Xinzi maintained a poised stance, blinking his eyes in disbelief. After a moment, he confirmed that the blade had only needed to be thrust forward to strike directly at his face.

However, he immediately shook his sleeves with a display of arrogance, saying: "It is too early to speak of misfortune. I am Zhang Xin, known as the Mad Blade! Today, I am honored to have the opportunity to battle against the Divine Sword of Jiulipo."

"Mad Blade? I have not heard of it."

Upon seeing this person, Zhang Xin immediately felt a sense of relief. He was afraid that his opponent would be someone around seventeen or eighteen years old, as losing to such a person would mean he wouldn't even have a chance to compete in the losers' bracket, thus missing an opportunity for advancement

Huangfu Cheng raised his sword-like eyebrows slightly, and then smiled: "What a coincidence, I am also on No. 75, but to face Brother Zhang, it will have to be after the third match. I hope that by then, I can still encounter you, Brother Zhang, for a friendly exchange."

The so-called Sun and Moon Martial Arts School was established by the Sun and Moon Sect in the town at the foot of the mountain, serving as a place to teach children from various regions martial arts and physical fitness. On one hand, it enables the citizens to have the ability to deal with weaker evil forces after reaching adulthood, and on the other hand, it cultivates future talents for the sect, laying a foundation for the children in various regions to become spiritual masters

Zhang Xin laughed heartily, suddenly sweeping his robe sleeve, striking the hilt of the sword. A surge of spiritual energy caused the long sword to fly out of its sheath, spinning several times in the air, radiating a cold gleam, and only after a few breaths did it land in his hand

I am Fang Xinzi, the Ten Absolute Divine Sword, the foremost swordsman of Jiulipo

The young man let out a light hum, seemingly casually drawing his sword: "No problem, today I shall experience Brother Zhang's martial arts and see if they live up to the name of the Wild Blade"

Wang Feng, who was in the audience, was astonished and found it hard to believe, staring blankly at the two people above. He thought to himself, surely this is too quick a defeat!

Huangfu Cheng stared in astonishment after finishing reading, and then with a mocking smile said: "This Brother Zhang seems to truly be an interesting person"

How could Zhang Xin not discern the veiled sarcasm in that remark? Yet, he paid little attention to it, preoccupied with adjusting his robe and carefully inspecting the long sword "Qiu Lan" at his waist

What kind of divine sword and mad blade is this, lacking any sense of shame? There are so many people here watching.

Zhang Xinyi sheathed his sword and saw Fang Xinzi looking dejected and sorrowful, which made him feel a twinge of guilt. He felt that he was completely an adult bullying a child

His first sword strike was a direct thrust to the center, a sword that arched like a long rainbow piercing the sun, aimed straight at Zhang Xin's chest and abdomen. The brilliance of the sword was astonishingly swift, making it difficult for the eye to follow.

Xie Ling'er had a serene expression, as if she had come to an understanding. She thought to herself that indeed, three years ago, it was Brother Xin who rescued her from that dire situation. Although she did not know what had happened at that time, it must have been difficult. Later, when Zhang Xin occasionally regained consciousness, he had also provided her with guidance in swordsmanship, which greatly benefited her. It was during that period that her swordsmanship advanced by leaps and bounds, allowing her to be recommended to the Hui Ling class. Some of Brother Xin's suggestions continue to be beneficial to her even now, surpassing many of the teachers in the Hui Ling class.

Wang Feng then shook his head slightly: "It seems that I really have to send this brother down the mountain later. I have heard a little about this Fang Xinzi; he is the number one swordsman of Jiulipo, and that is no exaggeration. In the Riyue Martial Arts School of Jiulipo, he is indeed nearly invincible. This guy also has a good talent for spiritual mastery and has already been recommended to the Spiritual Master Class to study the methods of spiritual mastery in advance. Even if he doesn't go to your side, it is still highly likely that he will enter the inner sect."

Zhang Xin let out a quiet sigh; he was too lazy to respond and directly walked towards platform 75. As he ascended the stage from the left side, his opponent also approached from the opposite side.

Among them, there are outstanding individuals with the qualifications of spiritual masters, who also aspire to join the spiritual class for cultivation

In the end, after countless words, it can only be summed up in one sentence: "Brother, you must be careful; it is better to lose than to hurt yourself."

The young man slightly raised his chin and said: "Encountering me today is your misfortune!"

No, that's not right! It should be that this guy's swordsmanship is too formidable; could it be that he has already reached that level?

Zhang Xinjun actually won! Clearly, this guy had nearly three years of inactivity and only resumed his practice two months ago

Is it No. 75?

Zhang Xinwei was taken aback, thinking to himself, how can a fourteen-year-old child dare to refer to himself as "this seat"? He then asked in confusion, "May I ask your name, brother?"

The preparation time is approximately sixty breaths, while the youth opposite Zhang Xin displays an arrogant demeanor: "Are you Zhang Xin? Do you know who I am?"

At this moment, beneath the arena, Xie Ling'er, who was observing from a distance of twenty zhang, could not help but shield her eyes with her hand, feeling somewhat reluctant to witness the scene. She thought to herself, what kind of madness is her brother up to this time!

Then he stepped back, withdrew, and swung his knife again. When the blade's light came to a halt, it was already just before the tip of that person's nose. Only an inch apart, not a hair's breadth off!

After a moment of contemplation, Fang Xinzi realized that she had lost, and a look of frustration immediately appeared on her face. However, she was also a decisive and straightforward person. She promptly sheathed her sword and said in a subdued voice: "It is I, Fang Xinzi, who has been defeated. Today, the Ten Absolute Divine Sword is no match for the Mad Blade"

However, after a brief moment of contemplation, he abandoned the idea of offering comfort and instead burst into hearty laughter, saying: "Your swordsmanship is commendable, but unfortunately, it is too conventional and not a match for me! This time in the Spirit Master competition, my Wild Blade will take the lead. I hope to have the opportunity to battle your Ten Absolute Divine Sword again in six years at the Day and Moon Mountain Grand Competition!"

The referee originally intended to drive them away, but upon seeing the two of them looking at each other with mutual understanding, his stern expression softened slightly, allowing them to "communicate".

Then, Brother Fang, be careful. The knife in my hand is a weapon of great benefit to the world. The blade is three feet and nine inches long, with a net weight of nine catties and seven taels, capable of cutting through hair and severing strands of hair!

Xie Ling'er, however, wore a conflicted expression; she both hoped that Zhang Xin would win this time and stay to join the Xuan Sect with her, yet she knew that this hope was exceedingly slim. She was concerned that Zhang Xin would be heartbroken afterward, making it even more difficult for them to meet in the future

He was a young man of about fourteen years old, with a fairly handsome face, dressed in a flowing white robe, carrying a long sword, and his garments fluttering, giving him an elegant demeanor. Unfortunately, the acne on his forehead slightly marred this picturesque scene.

As for that Fang Xinzi, isn't he invincible at Jiulipo? But why is it that it is merely a single strike?

Fang Xinzi watched Zhang Xin's series of flashy movements, her expression stunned, her eyes filled with envy and frustration

Fang Xinzi's expression slightly trembled, and her eyes seemed to shine: "Brother Zhang, your swordsmanship has truly impressed me. However, in the realm of spiritual masters, I, Fang, will not be inferior to you. I also look forward to seeing the Mad Blade again in six years!"