Mythical Cultivation

Chapter 136 Zhao Xiaohai goes to battle

"Heh, show me what you're capable of. Just you? Then let me show you how powerful I am!" the man said with disdain.

After saying this, the man waved his hand, and a green flying sword flew towards Zhao Xiaohai like a green lightning bolt. The flying sword was extremely fast, as if it was slicing through the void, carrying with it a sharp sword energy, which made people feel an unparalleled pressure. Its power was so strong that it seemed to be able to tear through everything, making people dare not look directly at it.

Zhao Xiaohai was horrified when he saw this scene. He had never thought that the other party was so powerful. He could summon such a terrifying flying sword with just a wave of his hand. The green flying sword appeared in front of him in the blink of an eye.

Fortunately, Zhao Xiaohai was no pushover. Seeing his opponent's attack was so fierce, he realized there was no need to fight him head-on. He used the Quick Movement Technique to retreat to the right and rear, dodging the extremely fierce sword attack.

The flying sword hit the place where Zhao Xiaohai had just stood, and a gully appeared. If it hit his body, he would probably be cut into two pieces by the sword.

Zhao Xiaohai, who dodged the sword, was not willing to be outdone. He raised his flying sword and slashed at the man. His momentum was no less than the man's sword just now.

The man's eyes flashed with surprise when he saw this. He hadn't expected Zhao Xiaohai to be so powerful, to remain unscathed by his attack, even though he had only used 50% of his strength in that strike. However, he put aside his contempt and began to take it seriously.

Next, the two started a fierce battle, with the two flying swords flying back and forth in the air, and sword energy overflowing.

Both of them were busy all the time. Zhao Xiaohai's fireball technique bombarded the man in black clothes like a machine gun, but unfortunately, the man in black clothes had a handkerchief-shaped medium-grade magic weapon on him. It was like an indestructible shield, protecting the man in black clothes tightly and airtightly.

Not only that, the man in black shirt would send out a wind blade from time to time, which made Zhao Xiaohai exhausted and flustered.

Although on the surface the two seemed to be fighting a close battle, evenly matched, Wu Ming, who was watching from the sidelines, could see clearly that Zhao Xiaohai was absolutely no match for the black-shirted man! Compared to Zhao Xiaohai's shambling and utterly miserable state, the black-shirted man appeared to be at ease and relaxed, even having enough energy to calmly deal with Zhao Xiaohai's attacks.

In the blink of an eye, the two exchanged dozens of blows. The battlefield was filled with the sound of continuous fighting. The two sides fought back and forth, and the battle was difficult to resolve. However, just as the fierce battle was in full swing, the man in black clothes suddenly said softly, "Defeat!"

Before he finished speaking, a sharp wind blade silently bypassed Zhao Xiaohai's tight defense and struck his back like lightning. This sudden attack caught Zhao Xiaohai off guard. The wind blade hit his back instantly, and the severe pain caused him to stumble forward a few steps involuntarily.

Zhao Xiaohai was stunned by the blow. He stared blankly ahead, his eyes wide open, bewildered and stunned. The defeat in battle had awakened him, realizing how easily he had been defeated. He couldn't accept this fact, and his heart was filled with resentment and confusion.

Meanwhile, the black-robed man didn't press his advantage. Instead, he stood proudly, his hands clasped behind his back, as if he had no rivals. His eyes were cold and confident, as if he had already anticipated the outcome of this battle. The wind blew his clothes, highlighting his otherworldly, indomitable demeanor.

"I must take back what I said earlier. Not all Qingyun Sect disciples are unworthy of their reputation. You were able to fight against me, who is only at the eighth level, for dozens of rounds with your seventh-level Qi training. That's truly remarkable, even though I only used 50% of my strength."

After Zhao Xiaohai heard what the black-shirted man said, his bewildered eyes lit up again. However, when he heard what the man said next, he couldn't help but feel helpless: This man really loves to show off!

"It's true that I'm no match for you, but within the Qingyun Sect, there are actually many unknown people like me, and there are even more powerful people than me. So, defeating me doesn't prove anything."

Zhao Xiaohai naturally wouldn't tolerate this kind of behavior. He would rather belittle himself than continue to listen to the other party showing off in front of him. Zhao Xiaohai's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a disdainful smile.

The black-shirted man wasn't stupid either. Upon hearing what Zhao Xiaohai said, he said, "Oh? With your strength, you can't even rank among the top in Qingyun Sect? You can't be so jealous of me defeating you that you're deliberately saying this in front of me to discourage me."

"Do I need to belittle myself? If you don't believe me, you can ask my junior brother." He nodded at Wu Ming.

The black-shirted man couldn't help but feel a little confused when he heard Zhao Xiaohai's words. He originally thought that Zhao Xiaohai was deliberately belittling him, but judging from his tone and expression, it seemed that was not the case. Could it be that Zhao Xiaohai was really just an ordinary disciple?

At this moment, Wu Ming, watching the two men's conversation, had already formed a conclusion in his mind. He had finally understood that the man in the black shirt across from him was a spoiled child, pampered at home and never having experienced the world outside. His words and actions revealed that while he was intelligent and powerful, he lacked a deep understanding of the world of cultivation. Such people tend to be self-righteous and would likely suffer a great loss if they encountered a true master.

"With his strength, is he really only at the bottom of the Qingyun Sect? I don't believe it!" The man in the black shirt said to Wu Ming, his tone full of doubt and unwillingness. He stared at Wu Ming with wide eyes, as if trying to find a flaw in his face.

Wu Ming felt the black-shirted man's gaze, but he didn't flinch or avoid it. He nodded and said softly, "Although his words are a bit exaggerated, we've all been disciples for less than ten years, so what he said is not wrong."

The black-shirted man was even more shocked after hearing Wu Ming's words. He couldn't help but think of his own family experience. Although everyone in his family said he was a genius that they hadn't seen in centuries, he had only been practicing for over a decade and had only reached the eighth level of Qi Refining. The man before him had actually reached the late stage of Qi Refining in such a short time, which filled him with immense admiration and envy.

"Impossible! Less than ten years into the practice, how could you possibly have reached the late stage of Qi Refining? You must be saying this to scare me. I don't believe it..." the black-shirted man muttered to himself, his voice fading as he seemed to have lost all his strength. His face was filled with disbelief, his eyes revealing despair and helplessness.