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Chapter 308 Academy Test!
The two stone lions in front of the vermilion gate of the academy appeared even more majestic and mysterious under the thin mist.
They crouched there quietly, as if guarding the tranquility and heritage of the academy.
The brass bells on the eaves rang out with a clear and melodious sound in the gentle breeze.
The sound broke the silence of the early morning, startling several tits perched on the branches.
The titmouse flapped its wings and flew into the sky, tracing a graceful arc, adding a touch of liveliness and vitality to the tranquil scene.
Standing beside Young Master Liu Yue was a boy in a blue robe, who looked to be no more than thirteen or fourteen years old.
He was small in stature, yet exuded a unique vitality. A bamboo sword, about half his height, hung at his waist; its blade was long and slender, emitting a faint bamboo fragrance.
The boy's sleeves are embroidered with gourd patterns, which are very exquisite, as if telling his unique identity and preferences.
At this moment, he was holding a scroll of the "Huang Ting Jing" and reciting it softly. His voice was clear and melodious, like a spring, and sounded particularly pleasant and melodious in the lively atmosphere, making people unable to help but be captivated by it.
"The first competition begins today." The boy's clear and loud voice instantly attracted everyone's attention.
He suddenly closed the book, his gaze sharp as lightning, slowly sweeping over the crowd, his eyes revealing a hint of confidence and composure.
"What is meant by 'submitting the paper'? It means that with your strengths, you can defeat the bamboo sword in my hand—whether it be martial arts, literary talent, or magic, you are all welcome to try."
His words were concise and clear, yet they seemed to have thrown a boulder into everyone's hearts, stirring up a thousand waves.
Before the words were even finished, some people in the crowd could no longer contain their excitement.
"I come from the northern frontier!" A burly man with a leopard-like head and piercing eyes stepped forward. He was tall and strong, exuding an air of boldness.
The leather scabbard at his waist scraped against the stone slab with a harsh sound, as if announcing his arrival to everyone.
"I've long heard that the students of the academy are well-versed in all schools of thought. Do you dare to challenge me to a sword fight?" His voice was as loud as a bell, full of provocation.
The boy's lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile that carried a hint of humility and gentleness.
He calmly held the bamboo sword horizontally in front of his chest, assuming a defensive stance:
"A knife is for splitting mountains and cutting through water. Please, brother." His voice was steady and calm, yet it conveyed an invisible pressure.
The man roared, his voice like thunder, as if to shatter the thin morning mist.
He swiftly drew his broadsword, his movements clean and decisive, and without hesitation unleashed a powerful "Splitting Mount Hua" strike.
The wind howled, scattering the surrounding morning mist in all directions, like a black lightning bolt streaking across the sky, making one's heart tremble with fear.
Upon seeing this, the boy lightly touched the ground with his toes, and his whole body floated up to the top of the wall like a light willow leaf.
His movements were graceful and free, as if he were not bound by any gravity.
The bamboo sword drew an arc from top to bottom, seemingly gentle and weak, yet containing infinite skillful force.
When the bamboo sword clashed with the blade, it produced a clear, metallic sound, like the prelude to a fierce symphony.
The man refused to back down; he gritted his teeth, his eyes gleaming with determination.
He unleashed ten consecutive slashes, each one as powerful as thunder, each strike carrying immense force.
The air was filled with the whistling sound of blades, making one feel as if they were in the middle of a fierce battlefield.
However, the boy remained agile and moved within a small area of about ten feet.
His movements were as elusive as a ghost, and his bamboo sword always managed to deftly deflect the man's force at the last possible moment.
Chapter 309 One move decides the fate of the world!
When the man's eleventh strike missed, the boy seized the perfect opportunity.
He suddenly lunged forward, moving so fast that no one had time to react.
The bamboo sword flashed like a cold light, swiftly striking the man's wrist acupoint.
With a clang, the broadsword fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.
"The swordsmanship of the northern frontier is powerful but lacks variety."
When the boy landed, his robes fluttered gently, yet remained untouched by dust, as if he were simply strolling among the clouds rather than having just experienced a fierce battle.
"Brother, do you have any other skills?" He looked at the man with a question in his eyes, but his tone remained gentle.
The man's face flushed red instantly; he felt a wave of shame and remorse.
He lowered his head, retreated hesitantly, and secretly vowed to practice his swordsmanship diligently in the future to improve his skills.
The first round of the competition ended with the boy's victory, but this was only the beginning; more challenges awaited these young martial artists.
Under the spotlight, the afterglow of the previous knife fight had not yet completely dissipated.
Immediately afterward, another young man in brocade robes walked forward with steady steps, holding a chessboard in both hands, full of confidence.
He was tall and upright, with a refined and scholarly demeanor, and his every move exuded the gentleness and scholarly air of Jiangnan.
"I am from the Lu family of Jiangnan. I have been studying the art of chess since childhood. Today, I have come to ask you for your guidance."
The young man bowed slightly, his tone humble and polite, yet the light in his eyes revealed his complete confidence in his chess skills.
Upon seeing this, the boy nodded slightly, his face bearing his usual gentle smile, and then sat down on the ground.
With graceful movements, he lightly traced a line on the stone table with his bamboo sword.
In an instant, a clear boundary between Chu and Han appeared, as if the bamboo sword was not a weapon, but a stroke of genius.
At the start of the game, the young Lu made his moves with lightning speed, each move decisive and showing his profound skill.
In just ten moves, a "seven-star alignment" killing formation subtly emerged on the chessboard—an extremely ingenious and sharp layout in the art of chess.
Once the game is set up, the opponent will be in dire straits. Looking at the chessboard he had laid out, the young Lu couldn't help but reveal a smug look in his eyes, as if victory was already within his grasp.
However, the boy remained calm and unhurried. A mysterious smile appeared on his lips as he lightly tapped the chessboard with his bamboo sword.
This seemingly casual detail contains boundless power and wisdom.
The seventh black stone was propelled high into the air by the force of the bamboo sword, tracing a graceful arc before landing steadily in the "center" position.
Asking for flowers
With this single move, the situation instantly reversed, successfully breaking the Lu family youth's killing trap.
What's even more amazing is that this move subtly embodies the sword intent of "one move determines the fate of the world," taking control of the entire situation in an unimaginable way.
When the young man from the Lu family saw this scene, he was immediately dumbfounded, and the smugness on his face instantly turned into astonishment.
He stared at the chessboard, speechless for a long time, his heart filled with shock and admiration for the boy's divine stroke.
After a long while, he slowly came to his senses, cupped his hands to admit defeat to the boy, and his eyes were full of heartfelt admiration.
Wei Changxuan and the others stood in the corner, taking in everything.
The nine-tailed fox princess had foxfire swirling around her fingertips, the dancing flames seemingly reflecting her eagerness at that moment;
Sikong Changfeng rubbed his hands together, gripping the Silver Moon Spear tightly, as if ready to rush forward and show off his skills at any moment.
Tang Lian pressed her hand against the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle Box, her expression focused as she observed every move on the field.
Lei Mengshao stared intently at the bamboo sword at the boy's waist, muttering to himself as if trying to decipher its secrets... for a long time.
Chapter 310 Lightness Skill Competition!
"Did you see that?" Tang Lian said in a low voice to the people around her.
"This boy's bamboo sword may seem ordinary, but in fact, every move he makes contains profound martial arts principles."
During the sword fight, he skillfully used the opponent's momentum to deflect the force and neutralize the opponent's fierce attack.
Now, in this chess game, they can even use swords to break through the board and secure victory. It's clearly a test of our adaptability in using our strengths to overcome challenges.
"Then I'll compete in the '720' lightness skill contest!" Upon hearing this, Sikong Changfeng immediately became interested. He vigorously swung his silver moon spear and declared with boundless pride.
"Back in the day, I was famous in Snowmoon City for leaving no trace in the snow!"
"These challenges set by that boy are no match for me!"
Having said that, he strode forward, his figure agile and his presence imposing.
He approached the boy, clasped his hands in a standard martial arts salute, and said loudly:
"Young friend, I've heard you have quite a bit of knowledge about lightness skills. How about we have a footwork contest?"
Upon hearing this, the boy raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes.
"The key to mastering lightness skill lies in controlling one's breath," he said unhurriedly. "There are nine corridors in the courtyard, each covered with three-inch glazed tiles."
The rules are simple: whoever traverses all nine corridors without breaking a single tile wins.
The boy's voice was clear and melodious, yet it stirred up waves in everyone's hearts. These seemingly simple rules actually contained hidden secrets, testing the challengers' ultimate control over their lightness skills.
Upon hearing this, Sikong Changfeng burst into laughter, his laughter hearty and full of confidence.
"Is it really that simple?" he exclaimed. "Young friend, watch closely!"
Before he finished speaking, he had already darted away like an arrow released from a bow, so fast that it was just a blur before one's eyes.
He lightly touched the top of the first corridor with his toes, trying to land with the least amount of force.
However, the glazed tile still emitted a crisp sound, which seemed particularly abrupt in the quiet courtyard.
As soon as Sikong Changfeng's toes touched the eaves, he felt an invisible sword intent envelop him like a spider web.
He took a deep breath, completely suppressing his domineering spear force, and used the light-body skill of "Swallow Skimming the Water Three Times" to dart and turn on the corridor roof.
A figure in dark robes brushed past the bronze bells on the eaves, producing a soft, tinkling sound. With each step, the green tiles trembled slightly. By the time they reached the fifth corridor...
Two roof tiles carved with cloud patterns fell to the ground with a thud, shattering into dust on the bluestone.
Upon seeing this, the boy standing with his hands behind his back in the corridor curled up a smile that was neither a smile nor a frown.
He deftly flipped the bamboo sword in his palm, the tassel sweeping through the air in a semi-transparent arc.
Young Master Sikong's spear technique is fierce and powerful, yet his lightness skill incorporates the force of the spear. Perhaps he could succeed by using skillful force to neutralize the force.
Before he finished speaking, Sikong Changfeng had already landed gracefully, scratching his buzz cut and laughing heartily:
Damn it, I'm used to handling guns, I even walk with a swagger. He turned and winked at Wei Changxuan: It's your Miss Luo's turn.
Luo Yuheng moved with light, graceful steps, her crimson skirt sweeping across the broken tiles on the ground, the 4.8 pearl hanging from the jade hairpin in her hair swaying gently with her movements.
Little brother, let me show you something fun.