Chapter 382: Warm Up
Translator: KurazyTolanzuraytor Editor: Jay
Duan Ling Tian couldn’t help but smile when he heard Zheng Song.
This Sword Young Master is really… Special.
Of course, Duan Ling Tian knew clearly in his heart that the reason the Sword Young Master was able to frighten the Origin Convergence Sect’s Elders was because of the status he possessed.
If it was another ordinary Origin Convergence Sect’s disciple, the disciple would have probably been directly expelled from the sect, let alone making a few elders personally go over to invite the disciple back.
"Hmph! As one of the five great young masters of the Azure Forest Imperial Kingdom, that Sword Young Master is actually such a scoundrel, he’s truly thrown all the face of our Azure Forest Imperial Kingdom’s younger generation." Meng Qiu, who sat nearby, heard what Zheng Song said as well and he grunted coldly, seeming to detest Sword Young Master’s behavior.
Duan Ling Tian glanced at Meng Qiu indifferently, as he didn’t agree with Meng Qiu’s views.
As fat as he was concerned, one lived in the world only hoping to have no regrets in one’s heart.
Although he didn’t know the Sword Young Master and had never met him, the Sword Young Master’s genuineness still caused him to feel heartfelt admiration.
"Meng Qiu has caused trouble." When Meng Qiu had just finished speaking, Duan Ling Tian noticed that within the nearby pergola, the four young men heard Meng Qiu’s voice that wasn’t intentionally suppressed, and their faces all went grim.
In next to no time, a thin young man amongst them took large strides to leave the pergola and stand on the spacious level ground.
For a moment, besides the Sword Young Master, Long Yun, who still held his saber in his arms and sat there with his eyes close, the gazes of everyone in the Martial Competition Courtyard descended onto the young man.
"What does this Origin Convergence Sect disciple want to do?" Many people wondered in their hearts.
Right at this moment, Duan Ling Tian was able to discern that the gaze of the Origin Convergence Sect disciple had swept towards the pergola he was in, then finally descended onto Meng Qiu.
"Senior Brother Chen is the person I admire the most in my life… This person from the Seven Star Sword Sect, you dare speak ill of Senior Brother Chen. I presume your strength ought to be not bad. Now, although the Martial Competition hasn’t begun, we instead can have a warm up battle, what do you think?" The Origin Convergence Sect disciple said indifferently to Meng Qiu and his words didn’t lack the intention to provoke.
"Hmph! Did you think I would be afraid of you?" When face with the challenge from the Origin Convergence Sect’s disciple, Meng Qiu wasn’t afraid in the slightest and his figure flashed out to stand in confrontation with the Origin Convergence Sect disciple.
"The Sword Young Master is surnamed Chen?" Duan Ling Tian’s brows raised and he looked at the two people that were in confrontation with interest.
Besides the Saber Young Master, Long Yun, the other people were like Duan Ling Tian and were silently watching the scene before them.
Suddenly, the Origin Convergence Sect disciple moved.
Whoosh!
His entire body seemed to transform into a bolt of lightning that flashed straight out.
On his right hand, along with the surging and roaring of his Origin Energy, his spirit weapon gloves flickered with a dazzling lustre…
Whoosh!
The Origin Convergence Sect disciple’s palm descended down, condensing three material palm prints in the air that whistled as they descended, enveloping towards Meng Qiu.
Above him, beside the 600 ancient mammoth silhouettes, another 170 ancient mammoth silhouettes appeared…
This Origin Convergence Sect disciple was obviously a fourth level Nascent Soul Stage martial artist, and as for the glove on his hand was a grade seven spirit weapon.
His palm strike contained a strength that was comparably to the strength of 770 ancient mammoths!
"Bring it on!" Meng Qiu shouted out explosively, then stomped his feet on the ground before transforming into a gust of wind as he moved to intercept the attack.
Swoosh!
Meng Qiu’s hand jerked and a grade seven spirit sword appeared in his hand. The grade seven spirit sword flashed out, transforming into sword images that covered the sky before moving over like flying flowers and falling leaves to intercept the palm print.
Above him, 770 ancient mammoth silhouettes had appeared as well!
Meng Qiu was a fourth level Nascent Soul Stage martial artist as well.
"Their strengths are evenly matched!" Many people exclaimed in surprise.
In the blink of an eye, the Origin Convergence Sect disciple had met Meng Qiu head on, the three material palm prints whistled as they descended, smashing against the sword images in Meng Qiu’s hand.
Bang!
The collision of two terrifying energies caused a shapeless force to extend out, shocking the air to the point that a circle of ripples undulated, then it transformed into a gust of wind that blew towards the people watching the battle in the surrounding pergolas.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
…
The Origin Convergence Sect disciple’s speed was on par with Meng Qiu, and they passed by each other and smashed attacks against each other for multiple times.
Tied!
On the flat ground, dust and dirt that covered the sky suffused into the air, and practically fully covered the figures of the two people.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
…
The sounds of palm winds whistling out rose and fell.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
…
The swift and sharp whistle of a sword followed the sound of the palm like a shadow.
"They’re probably unable to decide on a victor." Duan Ling Tian’s gaze never left the surroundings of the two people in battle since the beginning.
Relying on his acute Spiritual Force, he was able to perceive that in terms of strength, they were both on par; and in terms of speed, they were similarly on par.
Now, even the exhaustion of their Origin Energy was almost exactly similar.
This battle went on for half an hour, but a victor was still unable to be decided.
This caused the people watching the battle to lose their patience. "End it with a tie, there’s no meaning in continuing!"
"Exactly, the strength and speed of both of you are on par, and there isn’t any disparity between the live combat experience and martial skill utilization of the two of you. Continuing will only expend your Origin Energy and affect the Martial Competition later on."
"Why don’t the two of you stop?"
…
Many people persuaded with good intentions.
"Kid, I’ll let you off this time… But, if you dare talk bad about Senior Brother Chen, then even if I have to take you down with me, I would still kill you!" The Origin Convergence Sect disciple’s figure flashed to the side, then coldly glanced at Meng Qiu.
"You can even throw away your life for the sake of Chen Shao Shuai, who’s infatuated with romance?" Meng Qiu’s expression was extremely unsightly, as he didn’t doubt what the Origin Convergence Sect disciple said.
If this Origin Convergence Sect disciple really wanted to take him down with himself, then he would indeed be unable to escape death.
"No matter what Senior Brother Chen has changed into, I only know that he saved my life once. So long as he needs it, I can return my life to him at any time." Coldness appeared in the eyes of the Origin Convergence Sect and his words were filled with killing intent.
The people present were all able to feel the resoluteness of this Origin Convergence Sect disciple.
"Madman!" Meng Qiu couldn’t help but scold, yet he didn’t dare say another bad thing about the Sword Young Master, Chen Shao Shuai.
If he said another bad thing about the Sword Young Master, Meng Qiu didn’t doubt it in the slightest that this Origin Convergence Sect disciple would put his life on the line and once again charge at Meng Qiu.
The Origin Convergence Sect was a total madman!
Duan Ling Tian’s eyes revealed a sense of admiration as he looked at the Origin Convergence Sect disciple return to his pergola…
This Origin Convergence Sect knew how to be grateful and to return a kindness. He was a good man!
Subsequently, many people left the pergolas and stepped onto the spacious even ground at the center of the Martial Competition Courtyard, and sparred with each other…
Duan Ling Tian lazily ate the refreshments, and after watching a few battles, he was slightly drowsy.
"This Seven Star Sword Sect Junior Brother, how about you spar with me?" Suddenly, Duan Ling Tian heard a sharp voice sound out by his ear, and he’d just raised his head when he saw a young man with a wretched appearance and skinny figure standing nearby as he smiled at Duan Ling Tian.
The young man’s gaze contained a slight intent to mock mixed within.
"Duan Ling Tian, don’t mind him! This Mountain Split Sect disciple had already successively lost to me and the other two, now he intends to use you to get even." Meanwhile, Zheng Song’s voice transmission sounded out by Duan Ling Tian’s ears.
Get even using me?
Duan Ling Tian came to a sudden understanding, so it turned out that this person was bashed three times, then when he saw Duan Ling Tian’s age, he thought Duan Ling Tian was easy to bully, so he wanted to get even using Duan Ling Tian and vent his resentment…
Want to vent your resentment on me?
Duan Ling Tian corners of Duan Ling Tian’s mouth curled into an unnoticeable smile that was indifferent.
"What? This Seven Star Sword Sect Junior Brother, you wouldn’t be scared of sparring with me, right?" The Mountain Split Sect disciple with a wretched appearance stared at Duan Ling Tian, and his face revealed a wisp of ridicule. "Looks like the disciples of the Seven Star Sword Sect are nothing much! You actually don’t dare to spar with me, truly disappointing… If it was up to me, your Seven Star Sword Sect’s disciples better go back from where you came, you’ll only make a fool of yourself by staying here!"
"The number one sect in the Azure Forest Imperial Kingdom? Bah!" As he finished speaking, the Mountain Split Sect disciple even insulted the Seven Star Sword Sect.
Right when Duan Ling Tian’s gaze went slightly cold and he was intending to agree to the spar.
"Laughable!" Zheng Song suddenly stood up, then looked at the Mountain Split Sect disciple and ridiculed. "Since you said our Seven Star Sword Sect disciples are nothing much… Then how about fighting me another time?" Although they were both fourth level Nascent Soul Stage martial artists, Zheng Song was already half a step into the fifth level of the Nascent Soul Stage…
There were very few fourth level Nascent Soul Stage martial artists that were a match for him.
The Mountain Split Sect disciple’s face sank when he saw Zheng Song interfering.
"Zheng Song." Right at this moment, a sudden voice entered into Duan Ling Tian’s ears. "I think what this Mountain Split Sect Junior Brother said is reasonable… Since we’ve come here today, then we have to fight for the honor of our Seven Star Sword Sect! You’ve defeated this Mountain Split Sect Junior Brother earlier, and have obtained honor for our Seven Star Sword Sect, it’s respectable."
"Now, this Mountain Split Sect Junior Brother challenged Duan Ling Tian, then we naturally should allow Duan Ling Tian to have a match with him, and uphold the dignity of our Seven Star Sword Sect! Duan Ling Tian, do you think what I said is correct?"
The person who spoke now was no one else, it was precisely the personal disciples of Linghu Jin Hong, Huang Ji!
It was Huang Ji who, since half a month ago, after Linghu Jin Hong bestowed the Jade Origin Fruit to Duan Ling Tian, had taken Duan Ling Tian to be an eyesore.
"Huang Ji, you!!" Zheng Song’s face went grim, and under his extreme rage, he pointed at Huang Ji and said angrily, "Are you a disciple of our Seven Star Sword Sect or not? Helping outsiders to bully the Junior Brother of your own sect… If people didn’t know any better, they would think you’re a disciple of the Mountain Split Sect."
Huang Ji said indifferently, "Zheng Song, what you said has gone too far. I’m only stating a fact… Meng Qiu, what do you think?"
"I agree with what Huang Ji said." Meng Qiu nodded, and when his gaze swept past Duan Ling Tian, there was a cold light within it.
Huang Ji and Meng Qiu sung the same tune and pushed Duan Ling Tian onto the chopping block.
When what they said entered into Duan Ling Tian’s ears, it caused his face so slightly sink and the corners of his mouth curled into a sneer.
He was completely clear of what these two people had in mind.
It was none other than wanting him to make a fool of himself in public…
Earlier, on the way while they still hadn’t arrived at the Demonic Lotusblade Sect, Duan Ling Tian had noticed the hostility they held towards him.
This hostilities was mostly born from the combination of envy and hate.