The Heavens begin by inheriting their grandfather's cheat ability

Chapter 26 After you're done, I'll take your turn.

When Shi Zhongyu asked how to play,

The man in the lead and the seven men around him exchanged glances, all seeing surprise in each other's eyes.

This kid actually got provoked and took the bait.

"We're all fellow disciples, practicing only beginner-level swordsmanship. How about we have some fun... like playing around with swordsmanship?"

Shi Zhongyu stared at the group of people. Why did they have to come at the exact time of his competition tomorrow?

The timing was perfect.

He pondered for a moment, and an idea came to him.

"Junior brothers, swords and sabers are silent. What if they hurt you?"

The man in the lead frowned as soon as he heard Shi Zhongyu call him "junior brother".

Among the group, he was always addressed as "senior brother".

Aside from his senior brothers who joined the school earlier, when has he ever been called a junior brother?

Remembering the purpose of his visit, he forced a smile and said, "Shi Zhongyu, we martial artists, are we afraid of being injured by swords?"

"The iron swords we use are unsharpened, so any wounds we sustain are only superficial."

"We don't care about you, but it's you..."

He glanced at Shi Zhongyu from head to toe.

"Your skin is so delicate, it would be terrible if you got hurt."

Shi Zhongyu waved his hand, suppressing his urge to act immediately.

"Since my junior brother has said so, I don't care."

After he finished speaking, he decisively pointed his sword at the leader.

"Who wants to go first?"

The leading man, seeing that Shi Zhongyu had said this, confirmed it again.

"Let's make this clear: no matter the outcome, don't cry if you lose!"

Stone jade is somewhat disgusting.

"You talk too much nonsense."

"If you're here to cause trouble, then come and cause trouble. Why make it sound so high and mighty!"

"Hurry up, who wants to go first?"

Shi Zhongyu chose to break off all pretense of civility.

The hypocritical words chilled him to the bone.

Seeing Shi Zhongyu's reaction, the leading man gave a wink to his junior brother on his left.

This man was of medium height, thin, with a long and narrow face, thin cheeks, and a pair of slightly upturned triangular eyes.

He picked up his iron sword and stepped forward.

When Shi Zhongyu saw this person, a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

It was this guy who spoke rudely back in the side hall.

After the man came out, he didn't say much more than a few perfunctory words to Shi Zhongyu.

"Shi Zhongyu, don't think you can act recklessly just because you have Uncle Feng backing you."

"In the end, our Snow Mountain Sect will let the sword decide our fate!"

"Today I'm going to teach you a lesson!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he impatiently thrust his iron sword straight at Shi Zhongyu, looking quite fierce.

This man's swordsmanship looked fierce, but his footwork was unsteady and scattered, and his shoulders and hips were stiff. In Shi Zhongyu's eyes, he was full of flaws.

He stood still, and as the longsword thrust at him, he lightly tapped his foot, using his lightness skill to drift half a foot to the side, easily dodging the fierce attack.

The man's sword strike missed its mark; he had used up all his strength and couldn't stop in time. His chest was wide open, and even his breathing became disordered.

Shi Zhongyu's eyes turned cold. With a slight flick of his wrist, the sword did not stab or slice, but instead flipped over and struck the man's cheek heavily with the spine of the blade without hesitation.

A crisp "snap" sound.

This strike was powerful and heavy, instantly causing the opponent to scream in agony.

He was so badly slapped that he stumbled and staggered several times before regaining his balance.

After he regained his balance, he felt a sharp pain in half of his cheek.

The group that had been causing trouble looked at their junior brother and were startled.

The junior's cheeks were swollen and purplish-red, and even the corners of his mouth were bleeding.

At this moment, the man covered his face, wincing in pain.

He stared at Shi Zhongyu, both shocked and furious.

One move, just one move.

He lost.

At this moment, the group of people who came looking for trouble saw Shi Zhongyu effortlessly break through the fierce attack and then slap his junior brother's cheek with a backhand sword.

One by one, they suddenly felt a pain in their face for no apparent reason.

After Shi Zhongyu finished slapping the other party, he didn't mince words.

"I remember you. You were the one spouting nonsense in the side hall last time!"

"This time I'll give you a slap to teach you a lesson. If you dare to talk nonsense again next time, it won't be as simple as just slapping your face."

Shi Zhongyu's cold words ignited a fire of anger in the man's eyes.

But he didn't dare to go forward.

"Stone Jade, that's enough!"

The leader stepped forward.

He looked at Shi Zhongyu.

"We're all fellow disciples, why did you hit me so hard?"

Shi Zhongyu stared coldly at the man, a mocking smile on his face.

He remembered the man's name.

"Li Zhongyi, stop saying things like that. Do you really think I can't see that you're deliberately coming to cause me trouble?"

His blunt words finally revealed Li Zhongyi's true colors.

"Shi Zhongyu, you've stolen the limelight, angered Elder Chang, and dragged us all down with you!"

"We're here today to teach you a lesson so you won't be so arrogant in the future."

Shi Zhongyu flicked the iron sword in his hand and said calmly, "Alright, enough nonsense!"

The person who just sparred with him didn't give him any experience or skill.

His gaze swept over the remaining seven people, including Li Zhongyi.

"All of you, come at me together!"

"So as not to interrupt my sword practice!"

Hearing Shi Zhongyu's arrogant words, Li Zhongyi couldn't help but grip his long sword.

"Shi Zhongyu, you really are arrogant!"

"In that case, we'll grant your wish!"

"Junior brothers, attack together!"

Shi Zhongyu pursed his lips.

"I thought you were going to challenge me to a one-on-one fight?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than seven longswords came hurtling toward him.

The shouts of the group were chaotic, their moves disorderly, some slashing and some stabbing.

In Shi Zhongyu's eyes, these people seemed impressive, but in reality, their actions were disorganized and full of loopholes.

That's true, but he didn't overestimate himself. He spun around and used the Snowwalking Without a Trace technique to its fullest extent.

Shi Zhongyu moved like a falling snowflake amidst the sword light, drifting forward and backward.

He didn't fight the crowd head-on at all, but instead used his agility to move around.

Once he sees who has used their moves too long and opened their defenses wide, he flips his wrist and uses the back of his sword as a whip, striking the opponent's face with lightning speed.

"Snapped!"

Li Zhongyi, who was the first to be hit, felt a blur before his eyes, a sharp pain in his cheek, and was slapped to the side, his face instantly turning red and swollen.

A sword was thrust at him, but Shi Zhongyu tilted his body to dodge and then slashed back.

"Snapped!"

Sun Shi, who was attacking with his sword, was struck hard on the round face by the back of the sword, making him see stars and drool and snot flow from his nose.

Shi Zhongyu stood in the crowd, constantly brandishing his sword.

After you finish yours, have yours!

"Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!"

The cracking sounds echoed continuously among the crowd.

With each sound, a person covered their face and staggered backward, a clear, red, swollen sword mark quickly appearing on their face.

The seven men attacked fiercely, but in just a moment, their momentum crumbled under Shi Zhongyu's whip.

After the crisp sound disappeared, Li Zhongyi and the others who had surrounded him covered their faces and squatted in the snow, wailing.

Everyone's cheeks were swollen high, clearly red and purple, looking utterly disheveled.

One person was even struck so hard by Shi Zhongyu's sword that his teeth were pulled out.

Shi Zhongyu stood with his sword sheathed, his breathing steady and his clothes neat.

Looking at these people, he felt a surge of anger welling up inside him.

Soaking in the hot spring felt good, and now that the others had been brought over and given a beating, he felt better too.

At this moment, some disciples who had already noticed the situation in the training ground...

Everyone was stunned.

Brilliant, absolutely brilliant.

Just then, a figure walked over with a livid face and angrily rebuked Shi Zhongyu.

"Shi Zhongyu! How dare you violate the sect rules and openly harm your fellow disciples?"