Chapter 32 - 28: Sorry, This Is Already the Smallest Sword I Could Find

Chapter 32: Chapter 28: Sorry, This Is Already the Smallest Sword I Could Find

Bian Shouyi could never have imagined that despite possessing an Innate Sword Body, in Lu Chen’s eyes, he had already become an Innate Woodcutter Saint Body—the perfect lumberjack tool. But even if he knew, he wouldn’t care. At this moment, his heart was brimming with an intense fighting spirit, nearly overflowing.

This feeling had peaked when he saw Lu Chen chopping trees with a sword from afar. Although it was just a fleeting glance, Bian Shouyi, a true Sword Fool, instantly recognized Lu Chen’s astonishing mastery in Sword Skill. Whether it was the imposing momentum of his strike or that fierce Sword Qi, there was no doubt about it—this was absolutely someone with an extremely high level in the Sword Dao. He was a master!

Once that thought surfaced, Bian Shouyi couldn’t control himself and attacked Lu Chen. However, after coming back to his senses, he felt somewhat ashamed of his sneak attack. That was why he didn’t rush to continue his assault, but instead issued a "Fencing" invitation to Lu Chen. After all, even though he had always thirsted for a worthy opponent, attacking without declaring a challenge was not the conduct of a gentleman.

Facing Bian Shouyi, whose desire for Fencing was written all over his face, Lu Chen feigned hesitation to ensure the man would become his tool later. "It’s fine if you want to spar with me, but you must first agree to one condition."

"What condition?"

Lu Chen pointed at the tall Cyan Profound Tree beside him. "If you lose, you will stay behind and help me chop trees. How about it?"

"Deal."

Without any hesitation, Bian Shouyi agreed to Lu Chen’s condition. Let alone chopping trees, as long as Lu Chen agreed to a Fencing spar with him, Bian Shouyi—currently consumed by Sword Intent—would have instantly agreed to demands far more excessive than Fencing. After all, to him, there was nothing in this world more exhilarating than crossing blades with a master of Sword Skill!

Upon receiving Bian Shouyi’s answer, Lu Chen sheathed the Magic Sword back into the Sword Scabbard at his waist. He then reached into his Storage Pouch and began to rummage around. "Since it’s a spar, it’s best not to hurt our amicable relationship..."

As Lu Chen spoke, he pulled out a small meat-carving knife from the Storage Pouch and gripped it in his hand. He looked at Bian Shouyi with an apologetic expression. "I’m sorry, but this is already the smallest sword... I could find."

Hearing this, Bian Shouyi’s originally excited expression slowly froze. An indescribable wave of anger surged into his heart.

"Who are you looking down on!" he thought.

"Why aren’t you using that sword?" Bian Shouyi suppressed his rage, questioning him with a frosty tone.

In response, Lu Chen appeared exceedingly calm. He twirled the small knife in his hand and answered as if it were a matter of fact, "Because to deal with you, this is enough."

If Lu Chen was only doing this to intentionally humiliate him, Bian Shouyi wouldn’t actually be angry. However, Lu Chen’s attitude was entirely casual, which meant he genuinely believed that a simple meat-carving knife was more than enough to handle him. To Bian Shouyi, such an attitude was undoubtedly the greatest humiliation.

"Is my Sword Dao truly so worthless in your eyes?" he wondered.

Bian Shouyi had never thirsted for victory as deeply as he did today. He... did not want to lose!

At this thought, Bian Shouyi took a deep breath, shifting his one-handed grip on the sword to a two-handed stance. In the next second, an invisible, coercive pressure radiated from his body. It swept up the fallen leaves on the ground, carving out a clear, empty space out of thin air.

Standing amidst the fluttering leaves, Bian Shouyi declared in an icy tone, "You will pay the price... for your arrogance."

As his words fell, Bian Shouyi stopped suppressing the fierce Sword Intent in his heart and charged forward. The violent Sword Intent erupted from his body, almost taking physical form. In the blink of an eye, the scattering Sword Qi slowly morphed into the illusory phantom of a White Tiger. It opened its bloody maw wide, determined to swallow Lu Chen whole!

A fierce tiger descends the mountain; mortals must... give way!

In the face of this, Lu Chen merely raised the small knife in his hand with a calm expression...

The Zhengyi Sword Technique was Bian Shouyi’s ancestral Sword Skill. It was a domineering Swordsmanship that advocated pressing forward indomitably with bold and sweeping strikes. The heavier the weapon, the stronger the power of the Zhengyi Sword Technique. However, due to the limitations of his own Cultivation, Bian Shouyi was currently unable to execute the Zhengyi Sword Technique with a Profound Iron Heavy Sword, forcing him to substitute it with a standard Profound Iron Longsword. As a result, the power of his Swordsmanship was significantly discounted.

Yet even so, this sword strike of his was not something an ordinary person could withstand. But Lu Chen was clearly no ordinary person...

BOOM!

As Lu Chen’s small knife clashed against Bian Shouyi’s Profound Iron Longsword, a terrifying cyclone began to expand with the two at its center. The ground beneath their feet couldn’t even bear the shocking air pressure, spiderwebbing into countless cracks. At the same time, Lu Chen instantly felt the Giant Power transmitting through his knife. He had to employ a deflection technique to disperse the heavy pressure Bian Shouyi was forcing upon him.

In reality, this scene manifested as Bian Shouyi gripping the hilt with both hands, suppressing Lu Chen and forcing him to slide backward continuously. Lu Chen skidded for more than ten meters before finally coming to a halt. Bian Shouyi didn’t give Lu Chen any chance to catch his breath. He raised the Profound Iron Longsword in his hands once more and began continuously hacking at Lu Chen with astonishing speed. Every single strike was overwhelmingly heavy and carried massive momentum.

Yet, even under this stormy barrage of attacks, Lu Chen showed absolutely no signs of defeat. He continuously responded with the small knife in one hand, effortlessly parrying Bian Shouyi’s fierce onslaught.

BANG, BANG, BANG...

Every time Lu Chen blocked one of Bian Shouyi’s strikes, an explosive sonic boom echoed through the quiet forest. The cyclones generated by their collisions swept across their surroundings, kicking up massive amounts of fallen leaves. It made it somewhat hard to believe that this was a battle in the Qi Cultivation Stage.

Although from the perspective of Cultivation, Bian Shouyi at the Qi Cultivation Seventh Level was much higher than Lu Chen at the Qi Cultivation Fourth Level, after several exchanges, Lu Chen’s expression remained entirely unchanged, while Bian Shouyi’s complexion grew increasingly worse.

Something was wrong, very wrong.

Sensing his gradually numbing hands and the increasingly volatile Spiritual Power within his body, Bian Shouyi instinctively realized something was amiss. This sensation of discomfort even showed signs of spreading further, causing a dull ache to pulse through his internal organs.

"Figured it out?"

Bian Shouyi’s pupils shrank. He stared at the smiling Lu Chen in disbelief, seemingly realizing something.

As Lu Chen effortlessly parried Bian Shouyi’s attacks, he spoke up, "Your Sword Skill is actually quite good. Every move and stance is highly oppressive and aggressive. It can be considered a classic example of overwhelming finesse with sheer brute force.

"But a sword is a sword, a technique is a technique, and a person is a person. You think I am insulting you by fighting you with a small knife, but in reality, that wasn’t my intention at all.

"Because to me, whether I use a small knife or a Magic Sword, neither will affect the execution of my own Sword Skill.

"On the contrary, your stubborn obsession with the weapon itself has left your attacks riddled with flaws.

"A Profound Iron Sword naturally weighs far more than a standard Magic Sword, but wielding it also places a significant burden on your body.

"I don’t need to do much of anything. I only need to appropriately accelerate this process.

"Just like... right now."

The vibrating small knife in Lu Chen’s hand collided with Bian Shouyi’s Profound Iron Longsword once more. The Vibration Power on the knife silently crept up the Profound Iron Longsword and seeped into Bian Shouyi’s body. It caused varying degrees of disruption to both his physical body and his Spiritual Power. Such minor influences might not seem like much individually, but an accumulation of them ultimately leads to a breaking point. At this very moment, Bian Shouyi had just about reached his limit.

Having reached this stage, Bian Shouyi finally understood exactly where his physical discomfort was coming from. Previously, relying on his profound Cultivation and overbearing Sword Skill, he could often finish off an enemy within two or three moves, never allowing himself to be dragged into a war of attrition. Therefore, the astonishing drain—the side effects—of the Zhengyi Sword Technique had never been exposed. But right now, not only had Lu Chen keenly grasped this weakness, he had rapidly magnified it.

"Is the gap between me and Lu Chen... really that massive?" he thought.

Looking at Bian Shouyi’s somewhat bewildered expression, Lu Chen knew this game was just about ready to wrap up. The reason he chose to face Bian Shouyi with a small knife was naturally not as simple as he claimed. His true goal was to permanently sever Bian Shouyi’s desire to challenge him. The best way to make a Sword Fool give up on pestering him for spars was undoubtedly to suppress him with absolute Power. He needed to turn himself into an insurmountable mountain in Bian Shouyi’s eyes. Only then could he put a stop to Bian Shouyi’s harassment at the root. And right now, Lu Chen was only one final step away from achieving this goal.

"I’ve already witnessed your Swordsmanship. Now... it’s your turn to witness my Swordsmanship."

As his words fell, Lu Chen’s eyes narrowed slightly. In the next second, the small knife in his hand was violently enveloped in a layer of silvery-white Sword Qi. It began to vibrate at an astonishing frequency.

Swordsmanship, Water Dragon Roar!

"ROAR!"

Accompanied by a crisp Dragon Roar akin to a Flood Dragon, Bian Shouyi completely forgot to defend himself at this moment. He could only watch helplessly as the silvery-white Flood Dragon surged toward him...

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