PFC Chapter 120 Changing the Knife
Chapter 120 Changing the Knife
Xie Yan glanced out the window in confusion, but before she could find anything, she suddenly noticed movement at the end of the fishing line.
He immediately perked up and jerked the fishing rod upwards.
Then a turtle came along.
Xie Yan: "...Why are there turtles in the river?"
On the dueling platform, a gust of wind swept between the two, lifting the corners of their robes.
Xiang Qingsheng looked at Wuming, his expression softening slightly, and spoke first: "Please."
The nameless man nodded slightly.
He drew his longsword and took a small step forward, instantly closing the distance between him and Xiang Qingsheng.
"Shh!"
The longsword flashed through his hand, instantly creating a streak of light that grazed the ground.
Meanwhile, Xiang Qingsheng made his move at almost the same time.
With a flick of his wrist, his blade traced an arc, colliding with the nameless sword light.
"clang!"
The two blades touched, grazed each other, and collided, creating countless sparks.
The two on stage separated instantly, each taking turns attacking and defending.
What followed was a dazzling, lightning-fast exchange of blows.
Both men moved with great speed and neither gave an inch.
The crackling sparks flashed continuously between the two, as if the air itself was being torn apart, forming visible streams of air.
The scene fell silent. Everyone stared wide-eyed, holding their breath as they watched the two fight.
Meanwhile, Xie Yan caught two more turtles by the river.
Xie Yan: "...So, there are only turtles in this river?"
He Shan smacked his lips, looking at the bucket full of turtles at his feet with a look of amazement, and said, "I have never seen anyone so good at catching turtles."
"You've probably fished up their entire ancestors for eighteen generations."
Upon hearing this, Xie Yan glanced at him indifferently and said modestly, "Not at all, you haven't taken the bait yet."
Heshan: "..."
"Your Highness, look at him!"
He Shan was speechless with anger and ran to Chu Ling, who was watching the battle from the side, to complain.
But upon hearing this, Chu Ling merely glanced at him dismissively and coldly retorted, "Do you think I would help you or him now?"
Heshan: "..."
Meanwhile, on the other side, on the dueling platform—
Xiang Qingsheng's figure flashed, as fast as lightning, avoiding the nameless man's fatal blow.
The sparks from the clashing blades grew increasingly intense, and the two figures flashed across the stage, one above the other, like two shadows, sometimes appearing on the left and sometimes on the right.
Countless sword lights streaked across the ground, leaving trails in their wake.
The entire wooden dueling platform seemed to tremble slightly during the fight between the two.
Just when everyone thought the two would fight forever, the stalemate was suddenly broken.
Just as the two men's weapons clashed again, a soft sound rang out, and cracks suddenly appeared on the blade of the nameless man's longsword.
During the collision, the cracks quickly spread from the center to the entire blade.
Then, in full view of everyone, the entire longsword broke instantly, and the blade shattered into several pieces, falling scattered on the ground.
This sudden turn of events led everyone to believe that Xiang Qingsheng had victory in his grasp, but unexpectedly, Xiang Qingsheng gripped his long sword tightly and stopped his downward slash.
The two men withdrew their hands at the same time, but it didn't seem like a winner had been decided.
Meanwhile, Dongfang Shuo, who had been observing the battle from the sidelines, also began to see the trick.
"That young man didn't seem to be skilled with a sword, which is why he couldn't control his strength and his sword-wielding posture was incorrect, causing the sword to break."
"what do you mean……"
Dongfang Su supported him and looked over inquiringly upon hearing this.
But Dongfang Shuo didn't say anything more. Instead, he narrowed his eyes and looked at Wuming with a slightly solemn expression.
After a long pause, he reached out and took the knife from his waist, handing it to Dongfang Su, and said thoughtfully, "Let him try this knife."
The hilt of this knife is engraved with the Dongfang family crest, making it a treasured sword passed down through generations of the Dongfang family.
It was made of the finest iron and was used by the ancestors of the Dongfang family when they fought on the battlefield. It was passed down to Dongfang Shuo's generation.
He originally planned to pass the sword to Xiang Qingsheng after he had mastered the sword technique.
Unexpectedly, a skilled knife user suddenly appeared here.
He frowned, his eyes never leaving the dueling arena, and said in a deep voice, "I think he will need a knife that suits him."
Dongfang Su nodded, took the long sword, and slowly walked onto the dueling platform amidst the puzzled gazes of the onlookers.
As she walked up, Xiang Qingsheng was just about to find another weapon for Wuming.
Upon seeing Dongfang Su approaching, he immediately stopped and his gaze followed her as she drew near to the knife.
"This is... Master's knife?"
Dongfang Su didn't reply, but winked at him before walking to Wuming's side, handing him the long sword, and saying, "Try it."
Wuming lowered his eyes, stared at the long sword in front of him for a while, then looked up past Dongfang Su and looked at Dongfang Shuo.
The two looked at each other from a distance. Dongfang Shuo met Wuming's gaze and nodded slightly, indicating his tacit agreement.
Without further hesitation, Wuming decisively reached out and took the long sword.
Sure enough, from the way he held the knife and his expression, it was clear that he was more familiar with the knife than with the sword.
His knuckles turned white as he gripped the knife hilt, and his hand tightened slightly at the base of his thumb. In that instant, his entire demeanor changed.
If Nameless was reserved and composed when wielding a sword, then now, holding a long saber, he was like a sharp blade finally drawn from its sheath, its edge fully revealed.
Even the blade of the knife began to tremble slightly, as if it were resonating with him.
Seeing this, Xiang Qingsheng slowly curled the corners of his mouth, let out a sigh of relief, and said, "Then let's start again."
As soon as he finished speaking, he and Wuming exchanged a smile and simultaneously assumed their starting sword stances.
At this moment, the atmosphere in the arena reached a climax.
The audience stared wide-eyed, awaiting the rematch between the two. They had a feeling that this time, a winner would be decided.
Looking at Wuming again, he seemed to have finally found the most suitable weapon for himself. His movements were relaxed and his whole state was at its best.
He closed his eyes briefly, then slowly exhaled.
When he opened his eyes again, his gaze seemed to break through the clouds, revealing a clear and transparent quality.
The knife seemed to be an integral part of him; it flipped half a circle along his arm before flying out into the air, carrying a cold light as it hurtled straight at Xiang Qingsheng.
Instead of retreating, Xiang Qingsheng advanced, facing the sharp glint of the blade, raising his own steel knife and closing in.