章節 43: Battle of the Head Disciples
Song Xinglan and Xia Qingge's swords met again and again, sending out ripples of power and showers of sparks. Xia Qingge's skirt fluttered and billowed as she moved with her sword, as if she was dancing and not fighting with a deadly weapon. Her sword flashed in the air like sparks of electricity.
"Wow, so this is the Catkins Sword Skills!"
"I've heard so much about it, and seeing it today makes me believe that it deserves its reputation for being one of the top sword skills in the sector."
"No wonder she's Emei Sect's head disciple!"
The martial artists sitting around Wang Jingyuan and Mo Xian were commenting on Xia Qingge's sword skills as they watched. Wang Jingyuan leaned over to the man sitting on her right.
"Hi, I'm pretty new to the martial arts sector, so I don't know very much about the different sects and their skills. Are the Catkins Sword Skills really good?"
"Ah, miss, you've asked the right person. I've been in the martial arts sector for longer than you've been alive, so I know all about the different skills," boasted the middle-aged man. He began to explain to Wang Jingyuan: "The Catkins Sword Skills is named for how the sword seems to fly endlessly through the air and be everywhere at once, like catkins fluttering with the wind in spring. With this set of skills, the sword seems to be surging endlessly, like drawing silk from a cocoon, or the roaring waves of the Yangtze River. Not only are the moves unique and matchless, they are also flawless."
"Flawless? Can a set of sword skills really be flawless?" Wang Jingyuan was surprised.
"Well, that's what everyone says. I'm sure if Xia Qingge met someone who's far more advanced than her, even the Catkins Sword Skills won't be much help, but faced with Song Xinglan…mmm, it's going to be an interesting battle." The man's eyes were glued to the battle.
"Thank you, sir." Wang Jingyuan turned back to Mo Xian, who was sitting on her left. "Did you hear what the man said? Xia Qingge's Catkins Sword Skills are said to be flawless and impossible to break!"
"Is that so?" Mo Xian watched the battle curiously. "Song Xinglan seems to match her, move for move."
Clang! Clang! Clang! On the stage, Xia Qingge and Song Xinglan never stopped moving. They leapt, ducked, somersaulted, twisted, slid across the floor, and spun, like they were dancing. The flashes of their swords accompanied them as they became smears of purple and white.
"Look! Song Xinglan is changing his moves!"
"Woah, he's using the Eighteen Deadly Forms of Feiyue!"
"Song Xinglan is really putting everything he has into this battle!"
Wang Jingyuan tapped the man to her right on his shoulder. "Excuse me, what's the Eighteen Deadly Forms of Feiyue?"
"The Eighteen Deadly Forms of Feiyue is Feiyue Pavilion's secret set of special sword skills," the man explained. "It is a ruthless and malevolent set of sword skills that places more emphasis on attacking and less on defense. The forms exhaust the viciousness and sinister abilities of the sword. When using these forms, the sword is agile and nimble in its flight, but every attack is aimed directly at the opponent's fatal spots. If even one of the attacks succeeds, the opponent is sure to die on the spot."
"Oh my goodness!" Wang Jingyuan's jaws dropped. Song Xinglan wanted to kill Xia Qingge! "Mo Xian, do you think Song Xinglan will really kill Xia Qingge in order to win?"
"That's hard to say." Mo Xian shook his head. He heard the man's explanation too. "But if Song Xinglan is using such a vicious set of sword skills, then he really wants to win, no matter the cost."
Wang Jingyuan watched the battle worriedly. She didn't know Xia Qingge at all, but she didn't want Xia Qingge to die—even if she was the head disciple of one of the sects that attacked Xuanyan Sect.
Song Xinglan's soft sword was perfect for executing the Eighteen Deadly Forms of Feiyue. It was already flexible and agile, and coupled with Song Xinglan's masterful use of his internal forces, the soft sword became a deadly viper striking at every chance. Xia Qingge's Catkins Sword Skills had created an impenetrable shield of blades, but could it withstand Song Xinglan's relentless attacks?
Song Xinglan leapt forward with his sword outstretched and spiraling, seemingly aimed for multiple spots at once. Xia Qingge brought her sword forward to block the attacks, but with so many possible attack points, she slowed for just a fraction of the second to decide where Song Xinglan was most likely to attack. In that tiny hesitation, Song Xinglan's sword was there.
The crowd gasped as Song Xinglan's sword pierced through Xia Qingge's skin, two inches above her heart. Blood appeared immediately, the crimson a stark contrast with Xia Qingge's pristine white dress.
"Senior Sister!" Another young woman from Emei Sect flew towards the stage. Song Xinglan retracted his sword; at the same time, his left hand summoned his internal forces and pushed outwards, blasting Xia Qingge back across the stage. The junior sister reached the stage just in time to catch Xia Qingge in her arms. "Senior Sister!"
The junior sister hurriedly pressed several of Xia Qingge's acupressure points to stop the bleeding. Blood dribbled down the corner of Xia Qingge's lips, and a giant red flower was blossoming across her heart. "Senior Sister, you're going to be okay," the junior sister reassured Xia Qingge before glaring up at Song Xinglan. "Song Xinglan! You're so vicious! I can't believe you would try to kill my senior sister in order to win!"
Song Xinglan flicked his wrist, and the blood stuck to his sword splattered onto the wooden stage. "I was already merciful enough to not use the Eighteen Deadly Forms of Feiyue to their full extent. Your senior sister is alive, no? She wouldn't be if I hadn't purposefully avoided her fatal spot."
Wang Jingyuan was furious. "He's not even sorry! He almost killed Xia Qingge! Couldn't he have used a different method to win?"
Mo Xian shook his head. "Jing-Jing, such is the martial arts sector. A lot of martial artists are like this: cold-hearted, cold-blooded, and absolutely ruthless. They will do whatever it takes to reach their goal. Song Xinglan is one of the better ones; at least he held himself back and didn't actually kill Xia Qingge."
As they spoke, Xia Qingge was brought back to her sect to receive medical attention. A couple of monks were hurrying over with first aid supplies and medicine. Song Xinglan stood on the stage and waited for his next opponent.
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