Chapter 29: The Sparring Stage
If audio player doesn't work, press Stop then Play button again
Chapter 29(2/2): The Sparring Stage
And then it was replaced by a sudden, abrupt silence. The sudden halt of the drumming was intended to disrupt the focus of the combatants, for battles in the cultivator world did not come with a warning. However, its true purpose was to signal the commencement of the duel— Zhengwei was the first to recover, letting out a loud battle cry as he charged forward with a mad intensity in his eyes. Half a second had been lost, the rhythm of his breathing disrupted— even though he knew it was coming, he was not yet skilled enough to avoid it.
Longtian Cui reacted a step later than Zhengwei, choosing to meet the latter in his charge. The spectators held their breaths as the two rising stars of the outer sect charged forward, one with the sword and the other with a scimitar.
The shrill sound of metal clashing against metal ran out, and the thrilled crowd let out loud cheers. Both the disciples had cycled Qi through their body to increase their speed and strength, and in the end it was Longtian Cui who was faced to take a step back.
Zhengwei’s eyes lit up as he saw a golden opportunity, his eyes shining with complete focus. He unleashed a torrent of blows in rapid succession, his sword carrying the weight of his desires. His blows were wild and untamed, like a feral beast of prey that had been unleashed into the wilderness— the wide grin upon his face and his hawkish eyes that tracked his quarry with utmost precision made Zhengwei’s scimitar style be more reminiscent of a spiritual beast than man, causing Longtian Cui’s expression to grow paler as he was forced back step after step, a glimmer of fear reflected in his eyes.
Emboldened, Zhengwei continued to invest more qi into his blows, determined to give his opponent no chance to launch a counter attack.
“It is a pity,” Yao Shen lightly sighed, his right hand moving rapidly as he sketched something upon a scroll that was clipped to a wooden support.
“Too young,” Flame Patriarch Lei Weiyuan replied, his voice barely above a whisper.
Longtian Cui attempted to defend, but Zhengwei’s scimitar style was too erratic— refined where a simple blow would suffice and oddly straightforward when a skilled opponent would use to maneovre, to gain advantage.
Duels at the Qi-Refinement level could be often one sided, for disciples at this level had only so many ways to counter. Longtian continued to be pushed back, until merely a few meters separated him from the white line that marked the boundary-line.
At the cusp of victory, Zhengwei could almost taste the glory that awaited him. It was then, that his instincts rebelled against that thought. His opponent, that had been heavily panting and seemingly expended, completely transformed. Longtian Cui met Zhengwei’s gaze, his expression placid as he, in a display of exquisite skill switched to a reverse grip with a flick of his wrist.
Zhengwei immediately wished to retreat, but he had already committed to the blow. He watched in shock as Longtian Cui gently caught his blow with the sharp edge of his sword, before laxing his grip. Zhengwei’s scimitar let out an ear-piercing sound as it slid along the edge of the young master’s blade, only sheer determination allowing him to pull back his blade before it smashed upon the ground and left him open to attack.
And ultimately....
“This duel is over!” Yao Shen’s voice echoed out loudly, the thrilled spectators letting out cheers as both named were loudly chanted.
“Zhengwei!”
“Young Master Longtian!”
Zhengwei let out a relieved sigh, as he gave his opponent a proud look. On the other hand, Longtian Cui gave him the same placid expression, as if the outcome did not concern him. Which was surprising, for while a draw was not the outcome he wanted, for Longtian Cui it might as well have been a loss
“The victor is...” the crowd hurriedly silenced themselves as Yao Shen spoke, “.... Longtian Cui,” his voice rang out.
The crowd immediately broke out in murmurs, as Zhengwei’s eyes flared up with confusion. He immediately gazed at Longtian, who remained locked in place as he was, his expression unchanged.
A sinking feeling enveloped him as he felt the restriction on his neck ease.
“His leg!” A sharp eyed spectator pointed out, causing the spectator’s murmurs to quell.
Zhengwei slowly tilted his neck, swilveling enough to see that.....
.... his left leg had crossed the white line.
Please report us if you find any errors so we can fix it asap!
Chapter 29(2/2): The Sparring Stage
And then it was replaced by a sudden, abrupt silence. The sudden halt of the drumming was intended to disrupt the focus of the combatants, for battles in the cultivator world did not come with a warning. However, its true purpose was to signal the commencement of the duel— Zhengwei was the first to recover, letting out a loud battle cry as he charged forward with a mad intensity in his eyes. Half a second had been lost, the rhythm of his breathing disrupted— even though he knew it was coming, he was not yet skilled enough to avoid it.
Longtian Cui reacted a step later than Zhengwei, choosing to meet the latter in his charge. The spectators held their breaths as the two rising stars of the outer sect charged forward, one with the sword and the other with a scimitar.
The shrill sound of metal clashing against metal ran out, and the thrilled crowd let out loud cheers. Both the disciples had cycled Qi through their body to increase their speed and strength, and in the end it was Longtian Cui who was faced to take a step back.
Zhengwei’s eyes lit up as he saw a golden opportunity, his eyes shining with complete focus. He unleashed a torrent of blows in rapid succession, his sword carrying the weight of his desires. His blows were wild and untamed, like a feral beast of prey that had been unleashed into the wilderness— the wide grin upon his face and his hawkish eyes that tracked his quarry with utmost precision made Zhengwei’s scimitar style be more reminiscent of a spiritual beast than man, causing Longtian Cui’s expression to grow paler as he was forced back step after step, a glimmer of fear reflected in his eyes.
Emboldened, Zhengwei continued to invest more qi into his blows, determined to give his opponent no chance to launch a counter attack.
“It is a pity,” Yao Shen lightly sighed, his right hand moving rapidly as he sketched something upon a scroll that was clipped to a wooden support.
“Too young,” Flame Patriarch Lei Weiyuan replied, his voice barely above a whisper.
Longtian Cui attempted to defend, but Zhengwei’s scimitar style was too erratic— refined where a simple blow would suffice and oddly straightforward when a skilled opponent would use to maneovre, to gain advantage.
Duels at the Qi-Refinement level could be often one sided, for disciples at this level had only so many ways to counter. Longtian continued to be pushed back, until merely a few meters separated him from the white line that marked the boundary-line.
At the cusp of victory, Zhengwei could almost taste the glory that awaited him. It was then, that his instincts rebelled against that thought. His opponent, that had been heavily panting and seemingly expended, completely transformed. Longtian Cui met Zhengwei’s gaze, his expression placid as he, in a display of exquisite skill switched to a reverse grip with a flick of his wrist.
Zhengwei immediately wished to retreat, but he had already committed to the blow. He watched in shock as Longtian Cui gently caught his blow with the sharp edge of his sword, before laxing his grip. Zhengwei’s scimitar let out an ear-piercing sound as it slid along the edge of the young master’s blade, only sheer determination allowing him to pull back his blade before it smashed upon the ground and left him open to attack.
And ultimately....
“This duel is over!” Yao Shen’s voice echoed out loudly, the thrilled spectators letting out cheers as both named were loudly chanted.
“Zhengwei!”
“Young Master Longtian!”
Zhengwei let out a relieved sigh, as he gave his opponent a proud look. On the other hand, Longtian Cui gave him the same placid expression, as if the outcome did not concern him. Which was surprising, for while a draw was not the outcome he wanted, for Longtian Cui it might as well have been a loss
“The victor is...” the crowd hurriedly silenced themselves as Yao Shen spoke, “.... Longtian Cui,” his voice rang out.
The crowd immediately broke out in murmurs, as Zhengwei’s eyes flared up with confusion. He immediately gazed at Longtian, who remained locked in place as he was, his expression unchanged.
A sinking feeling enveloped him as he felt the restriction on his neck ease.
“His leg!” A sharp eyed spectator pointed out, causing the spectator’s murmurs to quell.
Zhengwei slowly tilted his neck, swilveling enough to see that.....
.... his left leg had crossed the white line.
Chapter 292/2: The Sparring StageAnd then it was replaced by a sudden, abrupt silence. The sudden halt of the drumming was intended to disrupt the focus of the combatants, for battles in the cultivator world did not come with a warning. However, its true purpose was to signal the commencement of the duel Zhengwei was the first to recover, letting out a loud battle cry as he charged forward with a mad intensity in his eyes. Half a second had been lost, the rhythm of his breathing disrupted even though he knew it was coming, he was not yet skilled enough to avoid it. Longtian Cui reacted a step later than Zhengwei, choosing to meet the latter in his charge. The spectators held their breaths as the two rising stars of the outer sect charged forward, one with the sword and the other with a scimitar. The shrill sound of metal clashing against metal ran out, and the thrilled crowd let out loud cheers. Both the disciples had cycled Qi through their body to increase their speed and strength, and in the end it was Longtian Cui who was faced to take a step back. Zhengwei's eyes lit up as he saw a golden opportunity, his eyes shining with complete focus. He unleashed a torrent of blows in rapid succession, his sword carrying the weight of his desires. His blows were wild and untamed, like a feral beast of prey that had been unleashed into the wilderness the wide grin upon his face and his hawkish eyes that tracked his quarry with utmost precision made Zhengwei's scimitar style be more reminiscent of a spiritual beast than man, causing Longtian Cui's expression to grow paler as he was forced back step after step, a glimmer of fear reflected in his eyes. Emboldened, Zhengwei continued to invest more qi into his blows, determined to give his opponent no chance to launch a counter attack. It is a pity, Yao Shen lightly sighed, his right hand moving rapidly as he sketched something upon a scroll that was clipped to a wooden support. Too young, Flame Patriarch Lei Weiyuan replied, his voice barely above a whisper. Longtian Cui attempted to defend, but Zhengwei's scimitar style was too erratic refined where a simple blow would suffice and oddly straightforward when a skilled opponent would use to maneovre, to gain advantage. Duels at the Qi-Refinement level could be often one sided, for disciples at this level had only so many ways to counter. Longtian continued to be pushed back, until merely a few meters separated him from the white line that marked the boundary-line. At the cusp of victory, Zhengwei could almost taste the glory that awaited him. It was then, that his instincts rebelled against that thought. His opponent, that had been heavily panting and seemingly expended, completely transformed. Longtian Cui met Zhengwei's gaze, his expression placid as he, in a display of exquisite skill switched to a reverse grip with a flick of his wrist. Zhengwei immediately wished to retreat, but he had already committed to the blow. He watched in shock as Longtian Cui gently caught his blow with the sharp edge of his sword, before laxing his grip. Zhengwei's scimitar let out an ear-piercing sound as it slid along the edge of the young master's blade, only sheer determination allowing him to pull back his blade before it smashed upon the ground and left him open to attack. And ultimately....This duel is over! Yao Shen's voice echoed out loudly, the thrilled spectators letting out cheers as both named were loudly chanted.Zhengwei! Young Master Longtian! Zhengwei let out a relieved sigh, as he gave his opponent a proud look. On the other hand, Longtian Cui gave him the same placid expression, as if the outcome did not concern him. Which was surprising, for while a draw was not the outcome he wanted, for Longtian Cui it might as well have been a lossThe victor is... the crowd hurriedly silenced themselves as Yao Shen spoke, .... Longtian Cui, his voice rang out. The crowd immediately broke out in murmurs, as Zhengwei's eyes flared up with confusion. He immediately gazed at Longtian, who remained locked in place as he was, his expression unchanged. A sinking feeling enveloped him as he felt the restriction on his neck ease. His leg! A sharp eyed spectator pointed out, causing the spectator's murmurs to quell.Zhengwei slowly tilted his neck, swilveling enough to see that......... his left leg had crossed the white line.
