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"You're quite serious when you talk, that's interesting."
Luke almost burst out laughing and teased him.
3.3 A look of confusion flashed in Afei's eyes. His extremely limited experience left him unsure how to deal with Luke.
"Your sword is a murder weapon, while my sword has never been stained with blood since it was forged. Would you like to take a look at my sword?"
Suddenly, Luke's carriage stopped, and Afei also stopped walking.
Luke stopped the carriage because he sensed that Zhao Yun, who was practicing his skills, had emerged from his state of focused concentration.
More importantly, he heard a cracking sound coming from inside the carriage, which clearly indicated that Zhao Yun, whose skills had improved once again, was unable to control his power.
Wanting to control one's power can be achieved through gradual practice, but it can also be achieved through a battle, or even someone else's battle.
Chapter 237: Comprehensive Martial Arts: The Shortest Distance Between Two Points is a Straight Line – A Concise Sword Technique
Upon hearing Luke's words, Afei's eyes immediately lit up with a chilling light.
That light was excitement, fighting spirit, and more like the gaze of a hunter looking at its prey.
Ah Fei truly didn't understand swordsmanship; the broken iron plate at his waist couldn't even be called a sword.
However, that sword, which could not be considered a sword, was his most precious and only tool for making a living. It had been with him for more than ten years and had long since become one with him.
Ah Fei doesn't understand swordsmanship now because he doesn't understand what a sword is. However, once he understands the concept of a sword, his progress will be very fast.
"Heavenly Dragon!"
Luke called out softly, and a sword flew from inside the carriage into Luke's palm.
Although the Heavenly Dragon Sword is not as miraculous as the Divine Dragon Sword, it still possesses its own spirit, especially after being nurtured by Luke.
That's right, it's feeding.
This is a method from the world of one person, a technique of weapon refiners. Although Luke is not a professional in weapon refinement, he still knows some of the basics.
Although the world has changed, this method does not seem to have been greatly affected.
After Luke fed it with his true energy for many days, the Heavenly Dragon Sword was able to become one with Luke.
The unusual movement of the Heavenly Dragon Sword startled Zhao Yun, who had just woken up from his training.
The Heavenly Dragon Sword was originally obtained by Luke from the Three Flowers Workshop. In fact, the reason why Zhao Yun followed Luke was also because of this sword.
Although the real reason was that Luke "abducted a woman", if it weren't for this sword, Luke wouldn't have had to "abduct a woman"!
Lifting the curtain, Zhao Yun saw a dazzling sword light. Its speed was so fast that even Zhao Yun, who was originally confident that his martial arts had greatly improved, was deeply shocked.
Because she discovered that even with her greatly improved martial arts skills, she still felt like she was about to be slaughtered when facing this sword light.
Ah Fei's swordsmanship, like the man himself, is full of primal power and pure purpose.
The broken piece of iron seemed to come alive in his hands, each swing carrying a wild aura, without any fancy movements, only the most direct and deadly target—the throat.
This was not driven by murderous intent, but rather by the rudimentary form of swordsmanship forged by the instinct for survival.
His swordplay appears chaotic, but it is actually full of hidden strategies. Every strike is designed to defeat the opponent, with no superfluous movements, just like the decisiveness and ferocity of a lone wolf pouncing on its prey.
However, although this swordsmanship is simple and brutal, it contains an indescribable beauty, an art refined from countless struggles on the brink of life and death.
Ah Fei doesn't understand any profound swordsmanship theories, but every step he takes and every thrust of his sword is breathtakingly precise—the ultimate expression of the combination of bodily memory and intuition.
Faced with such an attack, the Heavenly Dragon Sword displayed its extraordinary spirituality.
With a gentle flick of Luke's finger, the Heavenly Dragon Sword rose into the air as if alive, drawing an elegant arc before coming to a steady stop in front of Luke.
The sword trembled slightly, emitting a clear, melodious hum, as if responding to its master's call, or perhaps demonstrating its power to the enemy.
This sword is no longer a cold, lifeless piece of metal; it has been nourished by Luke's inner energy for many days, and has become a part of his will.
At this moment, it not only sensed Luke's intentions but also keenly perceived the threat in Afei's sword stance, and proactively adjusted its angle to aim the sword in the correct direction.
The moment the two swords clashed, sparks flew. The Heavenly Dragon Sword emitted a faint blue light, as if a swimming dragon was coiled on its blade, endowing it with great power and resilience.
Although Ah Fei's broken piece of iron was simple, it burst forth with astonishing sharpness because of his wholehearted dedication.
In that instant, a wondrous balance was created between the two: one was a spiritual weapon forged through trials, and the other was the simple sword intent of man and sword becoming one.
Zhao Yun stood aside, watching this scene with a profound sense of awe.
Although her martial arts skills had greatly improved, she still felt that her progress was still shallow in the face of such a pure duel. If she were in this battle, she would probably have been stabbed through the throat by A Fei before she could even react.
Afei's swordsmanship is like an unfinished poem, immature yet full of potential; while the Tianjiao Sword is like a wise old man, using its experience and wisdom to resolve all challenges.
Luke kept his power under control. After all, with his skill level, if he used too much force, who knows what would happen to Fei? He probably wouldn't be a complete human anymore.
His purpose was merely to test A-Fei's swordsmanship, not to kill anyone.
Ah Fei's sword was very fast. After one strike failed, he immediately thrust out more than ten more times, each strike aiming to achieve its purpose as quickly as possible.
His sword strike was straightforward, without any fancy moves, following the principle that the shortest distance between two points is a straight line, swift and decisive, aimed at Luke's vitals.
However, no matter how Fei changed his moves or accelerated, Luke remained as steady as a mountain, as if he had already anticipated every move Fei made.
The Heavenly Dragon Sword trembled gently in Luke's hand, emitting a soft yet undeniable light, like an invisible barrier that neutralized Afei's attacks one by one.
Zhao Yun stood aside, his eyes fixed on the seemingly mundane duel, but his heart was filled with turbulent emotions.
She had never seen anyone so easily handle such a storm of attacks, let alone be able to defend completely without retaliating.
"You are strong."
Ah Fei was breathing heavily, his voice low and hoarse. His eyes were still sharp, but now held a hint of doubt. "But your sword...why isn't it moving?"
Luke smiled slightly and said, "Because I don't need to move. Your sword is fast, but it's still missing something."
"What's missing?"
Afei frowned and asked, his tone filled with resentment.
"It's missing a heart."
Luke's answer was concise and clear.
"Kendo is not just a contest of speed and strength; it is also a manifestation of a state of mind. Your sword may be fast, but you only pursue the result and ignore the meaning of the process."
Afei was silent for a moment, then sneered: "The result is the most important thing, isn't it? As long as we can win, who cares about those intangible things?"
No sooner had he finished speaking than he launched another attack. This time, his sword strikes were even more ferocious, carrying with them a chilling aura.
However, Luke remained calm and composed. The Heavenly Dragon Sword in his hand was like a swimming dragon, and every swing was incredibly precise, deflecting Afei's sword by the slightest margin.
Chapter 238: Martial Arts Chronicle: A-Fei Wants to Become a Disciple
"do not fight."
Suddenly, Afei stopped, sheathed his sword, and said expressionlessly.
Luke smoothly retrieved the Heavenly Dragon Sword and said with a smile.
"Why did you stop fighting?"
Afei coldly replied, "We can't beat them."
But Luke clearly saw a hint of frustration in his eyes; this was probably the first time the young man had suffered a setback since he had mastered swordsmanship.
However, Luke also believes that the boy will not be discouraged, because resilience is one of the boy's inherent qualities.
"You are still young, with unlimited potential, and you will make rapid progress in the future."
As soon as Luke said that, Afei's gaze towards him changed, and the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.
Not only A Fei, but even Zhao Yun on the carriage couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.
young?
Hehe, looking at Luke's face, which was even younger than Afei's, the two of them had a lot of complaints they wanted to make, but in the end they held back.
"You went easy on me?"
Afei didn't want to discuss the issue of youth anymore. His expression returned to its indifferent state as he spoke to Luke.
Luke did not deny this, saying, "I held back in terms of skill, but not in terms of swordsmanship."
Luke did not attack, but his swordsmanship was indeed merciless. The reason he did not attack was because Tobi was not yet able to make Luke retaliate.
"I want to see your full strength."
Afei looked at Luke with burning eyes, and his tone finally softened.
Afei grew up in the wilderness and has a simple and good nature, but his logic is different from that of ordinary people. It is closer to the survival logic of the jungle in nature, and he admires the strong.
Of course, this admiration is not blind obedience. Although Afei grew up in the wilderness, he was not an orphan. He had a mother. Although his mother was also eccentric, she was good to her son and at least her nature was not crooked.
"Okay, I'll grant your wish 々々."
Luke wouldn't mind indulging Afei.
As soon as Luke finished speaking, his aura suddenly changed. He gripped the Heavenly Flood Dragon Sword tightly with both hands, and the sword hummed, as if the roar of a dragon and the howl of a tiger were coming from the sword.
The next instant, a clear and long "clang" was heard, and the Heavenly Dragon Sword was drawn from its sheath. A dazzling sword aura burst forth from the tip of the sword like a thunderclap.
That sword energy was not ordinary light, but rather a tangible sharpness, like a roaring golden dragon rising into the sky.
Wherever it passed, the air was torn apart, producing a piercing explosion; the ground crumbled inch by inch, leaving a bottomless ravine.
Even more astonishing was that this vast sword energy shot straight into the sky, actually cleaving a huge crack in the originally dark, cloud-covered sky.
Luke's sword strike seemed to tear the entire world apart. The sword energy of the Heavenly Dragon Sword crisscrossed, containing boundless power, as if it could easily tear apart any obstacle.
That dazzling golden light, like the sun falling to earth, exuded a destructive aura.
With this sword strike, the air seemed to be torn apart, emitting a sharp whistling sound.
The surrounding vegetation was instantly touched by the sword energy, turning into powder and scattering in the air.
The distant mountain peaks swayed gently under the impact of the sword energy, as if they might collapse at any moment.
Luke's face was expressionless, but his eyes gleamed with confidence.
With a slight tremor of his fingers, the Heavenly Dragon Sword was drawn once more, its sword energy surging forth like a tidal wave, transforming into dazzling beams of light that shot out in all directions.
At that moment, time seemed to stand still. Everyone held their breath, watching the awe-inspiring sword energy.