Chapter 120
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Clack!
Shen Tianyu's wooden sword did indeed come in contact with Ke Qingyan's. But that seemingly carefree and light counterattack contained more strength than he could predict. Even though he blocked the blow from landing on his body, the force behind it still pushed him back further than he had planned, black skid marks and smoke from the friction of the shoes surfacing on the stage. Ke Qinyan revealed a shocked expression as he held his sword in place, looking at his opponent with wide eyes. He quickly regained his composure and stepped back a few steps. They once again entered a stalemate.
The audience were getting bored of the staring contest, even of there was tension in the air, there was no action. And this annoyed those that came to watch a show. "What are you making eyes at each other for?! Hurry u and fight already!" "As expected of a scholarly family, young master Ke can't even beat a lowly woman with ordinary origins." "Hey don't say it like that, he's just suited to the military pursuits." Many comments floated through the air but most of them were subtly condemning Ke Qingyan, since everyone could see that he had lost in that first exchange.
Ke Qingyan's eyebrows twitched but otherwise remained unmoved. On the other hand, it was Shen Tianyu who glanced in the direction of the more hurtful comments and glared with murderous intent. "So much pointless shit talking, if you have the guts, come down here and fight me yourself! What's the point in putting down others?! At least he has enough aptitude and talent to stand on this stage!" She yelled loud enough to be heard throughout the whole stadium, silencing others that had been making comments about Ke Qingyan. She clicked her tongue before turning back to her opponent, who was, again, staring at her in astonishment. She lifted the corners of her mouth in a small smile before she regained her indifferent face. He nodded at her in appreciation, getting into a fighting stance again. Though she had said that, Shen Tianyu also was not a patient person and was itching to fight.
Shen Tianyu launched herself at her opponent, sword drawn. He quickly tried to block but she acted as if it didn't matter to her. Her first strike was already heavy, falling down from above like some kind of heavenly hammer, making Ke Qingyan's legs soften, almost kneeling on the ground right there. He persisted with his willpower and managed to hold off the sword with his whole body's weight concentrated on his hands, his spiritual power flaring up. Shen Tianyu landed on the ground and the weight on Ke Qingya eased up. However, before he could sigh a breathe of relief, the sword struck towards him again, this time, from his right, slicing horizontally.
Shen Tianyu's spiritual power was not obviously flaring up like it was with Ke Qingyan, but it didn't mean she wasn't using it. The first strike, she had concentrated her spiritual power to the middle of the wooden sword, where it would connect, either with Ke Qingyan's wooden sword or his body. When she landed, she retracted her sword and immediately lashed out again, controlling her spiritual power to converge at the outside edge of the blade in the middle. This was what "it's not how much you have but how you use it" means. On the surface, Ke Qingyan was exuding more spiritual power than her, but it was how this spiritual power was sued that truly makes a difference. In his panic, or perhaps he has not trained too extensively in this aspect of handling one's spiritual power, a lot of his spiritual power was wasted. The flare around him looked powerful but was in fact, wasting most of his energy, energy that could be condensed and used to defend. He was like a monkey that beat it's chest to look intimidating or a puffer fish that puffed up to scare away their predators.
Ke Qingyan tried to stop the horizontal strike but Shen Tianyu sharpened and condensed her spiritual power even more until it was like another blade attached to the wooden sword. When it came into contact, her sword immediately sliced through Ke Qingyan's and with not enough time to put up another line of defense, he could only hold up the end of the sword he was still holding, his other hand supporting it. He encased both his hands in his spiritual power along with his broken wooden sword, but it was still cut through. Right before the wooden sword came in contact with Ke Qingyan's hands, it changed direction and swung upward, stopping a mere hair's breadth from his neck.
Clack! Clack!
The sound of wood echoed throughout the silent stadium. The two pieces of the wooden sword that had been sliced and let go finally landed on the ground in quick succession. Shen Tianyu turned her head to the stunned Master of Ceremonies that was looking at them with wide eyes. "Hey, the verdict."
As expected, the referees chosen for this tournament were professionals. At her reminder, he immediately snapped out of his astonished daze, though his eyes were still filled with shock and disbelief. "The winner of this round is Jing Qie's Shen Tianyu!" He yelled in a booming voice that reached every crevice of the makeshift stadium. Shen Tianyu lowered her sword, dispersing her spiritual powers and stepped back from Ke Qingyan, whose face still held a trace of panic and fear from earlier. She kept stepping backwards until they were at a socially acceptable distance then bowed to him, a hand covering her fist which was still holding onto her sword. "This humble one thanks Young Master Ke for this opportunity."
Ke Qingyan hurriedly bowed towards her too. "No no, not at all. This one was completely beaten by the young Miss. It should be this one's honor to have contended with such a talented Miss. I am sure Miss will have endless prospects in the future." They exchanged some words of praise and promised to meet up to discuss more at a later time before they walked off the stage, going back to their respective lines.
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Clack!
Shen Tianyu's wooden sword did indeed come in contact with Ke Qingyan's. But that seemingly carefree and light counterattack contained more strength than he could predict. Even though he blocked the blow from landing on his body, the force behind it still pushed him back further than he had planned, black skid marks and smoke from the friction of the shoes surfacing on the stage. Ke Qinyan revealed a shocked expression as he held his sword in place, looking at his opponent with wide eyes. He quickly regained his composure and stepped back a few steps. They once again entered a stalemate.
The audience were getting bored of the staring contest, even of there was tension in the air, there was no action. And this annoyed those that came to watch a show. "What are you making eyes at each other for?! Hurry u and fight already!" "As expected of a scholarly family, young master Ke can't even beat a lowly woman with ordinary origins." "Hey don't say it like that, he's just suited to the military pursuits." Many comments floated through the air but most of them were subtly condemning Ke Qingyan, since everyone could see that he had lost in that first exchange.
Ke Qingyan's eyebrows twitched but otherwise remained unmoved. On the other hand, it was Shen Tianyu who glanced in the direction of the more hurtful comments and glared with murderous intent. "So much pointless shit talking, if you have the guts, come down here and fight me yourself! What's the point in putting down others?! At least he has enough aptitude and talent to stand on this stage!" She yelled loud enough to be heard throughout the whole stadium, silencing others that had been making comments about Ke Qingyan. She clicked her tongue before turning back to her opponent, who was, again, staring at her in astonishment. She lifted the corners of her mouth in a small smile before she regained her indifferent face. He nodded at her in appreciation, getting into a fighting stance again. Though she had said that, Shen Tianyu also was not a patient person and was itching to fight.
Shen Tianyu launched herself at her opponent, sword drawn. He quickly tried to block but she acted as if it didn't matter to her. Her first strike was already heavy, falling down from above like some kind of heavenly hammer, making Ke Qingyan's legs soften, almost kneeling on the ground right there. He persisted with his willpower and managed to hold off the sword with his whole body's weight concentrated on his hands, his spiritual power flaring up. Shen Tianyu landed on the ground and the weight on Ke Qingya eased up. However, before he could sigh a breathe of relief, the sword struck towards him again, this time, from his right, slicing horizontally.
Shen Tianyu's spiritual power was not obviously flaring up like it was with Ke Qingyan, but it didn't mean she wasn't using it. The first strike, she had concentrated her spiritual power to the middle of the wooden sword, where it would connect, either with Ke Qingyan's wooden sword or his body. When she landed, she retracted her sword and immediately lashed out again, controlling her spiritual power to converge at the outside edge of the blade in the middle. This was what "it's not how much you have but how you use it" means. On the surface, Ke Qingyan was exuding more spiritual power than her, but it was how this spiritual power was sued that truly makes a difference. In his panic, or perhaps he has not trained too extensively in this aspect of handling one's spiritual power, a lot of his spiritual power was wasted. The flare around him looked powerful but was in fact, wasting most of his energy, energy that could be condensed and used to defend. He was like a monkey that beat it's chest to look intimidating or a puffer fish that puffed up to scare away their predators.
Ke Qingyan tried to stop the horizontal strike but Shen Tianyu sharpened and condensed her spiritual power even more until it was like another blade attached to the wooden sword. When it came into contact, her sword immediately sliced through Ke Qingyan's and with not enough time to put up another line of defense, he could only hold up the end of the sword he was still holding, his other hand supporting it. He encased both his hands in his spiritual power along with his broken wooden sword, but it was still cut through. Right before the wooden sword came in contact with Ke Qingyan's hands, it changed direction and swung upward, stopping a mere hair's breadth from his neck.
Clack! Clack!
The sound of wood echoed throughout the silent stadium. The two pieces of the wooden sword that had been sliced and let go finally landed on the ground in quick succession. Shen Tianyu turned her head to the stunned Master of Ceremonies that was looking at them with wide eyes. "Hey, the verdict."
As expected, the referees chosen for this tournament were professionals. At her reminder, he immediately snapped out of his astonished daze, though his eyes were still filled with shock and disbelief. "The winner of this round is Jing Qie's Shen Tianyu!" He yelled in a booming voice that reached every crevice of the makeshift stadium. Shen Tianyu lowered her sword, dispersing her spiritual powers and stepped back from Ke Qingyan, whose face still held a trace of panic and fear from earlier. She kept stepping backwards until they were at a socially acceptable distance then bowed to him, a hand covering her fist which was still holding onto her sword. "This humble one thanks Young Master Ke for this opportunity."
Ke Qingyan hurriedly bowed towards her too. "No no, not at all. This one was completely beaten by the young Miss. It should be this one's honor to have contended with such a talented Miss. I am sure Miss will have endless prospects in the future." They exchanged some words of praise and promised to meet up to discuss more at a later time before they walked off the stage, going back to their respective lines.
Clack!Shen Tianyu's wooden sword did indeed come in contact with Ke Qingyan's. But that seemingly carefree and light counterattack contained more strength than he could predict. Even though he blocked the blow from landing on his body, the force behind it still pushed him back further than he had planned, black skid marks and smoke from the friction of the shoes surfacing on the stage. Ke Qinyan revealed a shocked expression as he held his sword in place, looking at his opponent with wide eyes. He quickly regained his composure and stepped back a few steps. They once again entered a stalemate.The audience were getting bored of the staring contest, even of there was tension in the air, there was no action. And this annoyed those that came to watch a show. "What are you making eyes at each other for?! Hurry u and fight already!" "As expected of a scholarly family, young master Ke can't even beat a lowly woman with ordinary origins." "Hey don't say it like that, he's just suited to the military pursuits." Many comments floated through the air but most of them were subtly condemning Ke Qingyan, since everyone could see that he had lost in that first exchange.Ke Qingyan's eyebrows twitched but otherwise remained unmoved. On the other hand, it was Shen Tianyu who glanced in the direction of the more hurtful comments and glared with murderous intent. "So much pointless shit talking, if you have the guts, come down here and fight me yourself! What's the point in putting down others?! At least he has enough aptitude and talent to stand on this stage!" She yelled loud enough to be heard throughout the whole stadium, silencing others that had been making comments about Ke Qingyan. She clicked her tongue before turning back to her opponent, who was, again, staring at her in astonishment. She lifted the corners of her mouth in a small smile before she regained her indifferent face. He nodded at her in appreciation, getting into a fighting stance again. Though she had said that, Shen Tianyu also was not a patient person and was itching to fight.Shen Tianyu launched herself at her opponent, sword drawn. He quickly tried to block but she acted as if it didn't matter to her. Her first strike was already heavy, falling down from above like some kind of heavenly hammer, making Ke Qingyan's legs soften, almost kneeling on the ground right there. He persisted with his willpower and managed to hold off the sword with his whole body's weight concentrated on his hands, his spiritual power flaring up. Shen Tianyu landed on the ground and the weight on Ke Qingya eased up. However, before he could sigh a breathe of relief, the sword struck towards him again, this time, from his right, slicing horizontally.Shen Tianyu's spiritual power was not obviously flaring up like it was with Ke Qingyan, but it didn't mean she wasn't using it. The first strike, she had concentrated her spiritual power to the middle of the wooden sword, where it would connect, either with Ke Qingyan's wooden sword or his body. When she landed, she retracted her sword and immediately lashed out again, controlling her spiritual power to converge at the outside edge of the blade in the middle. This was what "it's not how much you have but how you use it" means. On the surface, Ke Qingyan was exuding more spiritual power than her, but it was how this spiritual power was sued that truly makes a difference. In his panic, or perhaps he has not trained too extensively in this aspect of handling one's spiritual power, a lot of his spiritual power was wasted. The flare around him looked powerful but was in fact, wasting most of his energy, energy that could be condensed and used to defend. He was like a monkey that beat it's chest to look intimidating or a puffer fish that puffed up to scare away their predators.Ke Qingyan tried to stop the horizontal strike but Shen Tianyu sharpened and condensed her spiritual power even more until it was like another blade attached to the wooden sword. When it came into contact, her sword immediately sliced through Ke Qingyan's and with not enough time to put up another line of defense, he could only hold up the end of the sword he was still holding, his other hand supporting it. He encased both his hands in his spiritual power along with his broken wooden sword, but it was still cut through. Right before the wooden sword came in contact with Ke Qingyan's hands, it changed direction and swung upward, stopping a mere hair's breadth from his neck.Clack! Clack!The sound of wood echoed throughout the silent stadium. The two pieces of the wooden sword that had been sliced and let go finally landed on the ground in quick succession. Shen Tianyu turned her head to the stunned Master of Ceremonies that was looking at them with wide eyes. "Hey, the verdict."As expected, the referees chosen for this tournament were professionals. At her reminder, he immediately snapped out of his astonished daze, though his eyes were still filled with shock and disbelief. "The winner of this round is Jing Qie's Shen Tianyu!" He yelled in a booming voice that reached every crevice of the makeshift stadium. Shen Tianyu lowered her sword, dispersing her spiritual powers and stepped back from Ke Qingyan, whose face still held a trace of panic and fear from earlier. She kept stepping backwards until they were at a socially acceptable distance then bowed to him, a hand covering her fist which was still holding onto her sword. "This humble one thanks Young Master Ke for this opportunity."Ke Qingyan hurriedly bowed towards her too. "No no, not at all. This one was completely beaten by the young Miss. It should be this one's honor to have contended with such a talented Miss. I am sure Miss will have endless prospects in the future." They exchanged some words of praise and promised to meet up to discuss more at a later time before they walked off the stage, going back to their respective lines.
