Chapter 108: The Battle for the Sect Leadership (Part Two)

Yue Buqun took a deep breath, his long sword advancing straight from the center, the tip trembling incessantly. Midway through, the sword suddenly arced upward—a move from the Mount Hua sword technique called "Faint Green Mountains," ethereal and unfathomable in its subtle shifts.

After the mutual bow, Zuo Lengchan no longer restrained his momentum. With a downward slash from above, his sword struck with the tremendous force of a thunderclap.

The move was called "Splitting Mount Hua with Strength."

Zuo Lengchan borrowed a technique from unarmed combat, wielding his sword like a fist in a sudden strike. Everyone who had trained in martial arts would recognize this move. The Five Mountain Sword Sects had shared techniques for centuries; even if the Mount Song sword style once had such a move, it would have been discarded or transformed out of respect for Mount Hua’s name. Yet now Zuo Lengchan deliberately turned it into a sword technique to provoke Yue Buqun’s anger.

The Mount Song sword style was famed for its majestic vigor. Though "Splitting Mount Hua with Strength" was an ordinary move, the sharp sound it made as it cleaved through the air resembled a mountain crack or stone split, fully displaying the strengths of the Mount Song sword style.

Yue Buqun sidestepped, countering with a slanting thrust—the technique “Ancient Cypress Forest.” Seeing Yue’s precise form, Zuo Lengchan recognized his strategy: to avoid mistakes rather than seek glory, a tactic for prolonged battle. Though Zuo’s moves “Straight to the Point” and “Splitting Mount Hua” carried hidden meanings, Yue showed no sign of irritation. Realizing he faced a worthy opponent, Zuo hurriedly slashed his sword from left to right—an authentic Mount Song sword technique called “Jade Dragon Beyond the Heavens.”

Zuo Lengchan’s sword sliced through midair with curves and straights, as if alive and galloping with majestic momentum. At once, the Mount Song faction erupted in cheers.

The two exchanged their sect’s sword techniques in a fierce duel. Mount Song’s sword aura was solemn and imposing, like thousands of troops charging forward with spears and halberds amid endless yellow sands; Mount Hua’s sword style was light and clever, like swallows dancing between willows on a spring day, rising and falling, twisting and turning with elegance. Though Yue Buqun showed no sign of defeat, the sword aura on the arena was dominated by Mount Song’s style, occupying roughly eighty percent of the offensive.

Yue Buqun’s long sword aimed to avoid direct blade clashes, instead dodging and weaving. Despite the ingenuity of his swordplay, relying on finesse alone could not match the august and regimented formation of Mount Song’s sword style.

Zuo Lengchan skillfully blended seventeen routes of the Mount Song sword style. Yue Buqun’s repertoire was smaller, but Mount Hua’s sword style was renowned for its complex variations and incessant new moves. Breaking down more than twenty techniques, Zuo suddenly flicked his sword with his right hand, using it as a hidden weapon; the tip darted straight at Yue Buqun. Simultaneously, his left palm transformed into a fist and struck fiercely, covering thirty-six vital points on Yue’s upper body. If Yue dodged, he would be injured instantly.

“Celestial Frost Fist!” a sudden uproar arose from Mount Hua’s side.

No one expected Zuo Lengchan to abandon his sword for fist techniques. Among the Five Mountain Sword Sects, the sword was revered above all, and no one had anticipated Zuo would resort to fists.

“Pfft!” Yue Buqun seemed stunned by Zuo’s unexpected antelope-horn strike, momentarily forgetting to evade.

Yue was first pierced by Zuo’s darting sword and then struck by the Celestial Frost Fist.

“We’ve won!” the Mount Song faction began to cheer. As for whether Yue Buqun would die, Ding Mian, Lu Bai, and Fei Bin—the three experts with the titles of Tower Holder, Crane Hand, and Great Mount Yang Hand—had the most say. They knew that even if one were bisected, recovery was possible; a mere sword piercing through the chest was hardly fatal.

“Old Yue has won,” Yang Xin said calmly.

“Senior Uncle, Yue Senior Brother has clearly been gravely wounded by Senior Brother Zuo. Why do you say Yue Senior Brother won?” Liu Zhengfeng, watching nearby, asked in confusion.

“Because Senior Brother Yue has abandoned martial arts and switched to ninjutsu,” Yang Xin blinked.

The atmosphere shifted. Despite his wounds, Yue Buqun suddenly stiffened and, with a “pfft” sound, transformed into a wooden figure. The jubilant cheers from Mount Song’s crowd were abruptly choked off, like ducks strangled mid-quack.

“Is this an immortal technique?” everyone present widened their eyes, and Liu Zhengfeng voiced the question on everyone’s mind.

“Ninjutsu—substitution technique! Instantly swapping with a prepared wooden double to evade a lethal strike while paralyzing the opponent. But clearly, Zuo Lengchan was not paralyzed,” Yang Xin explained calmly.

“Senior Brother Yue has extraordinary fate,” Liu Zhengfeng sighed. He had thought obtaining the Suspended Ring was a great blessing, but Yue Buqun had already quietly and imperceptibly absorbed an even greater fortune.

“Ka-ge-bun-shu-nyo-kyu-zai!” Suddenly, six identical figures appeared on the arena.

“Celestial Frost Fist!”

“Wind God Kick!”

“Cloud Clearing Palm!”

“Proud Frost Six Techniques!”

“Three-Part Return to Origin Qi!”

“Wind Release—Great Breakthrough!”

Yue Buqun split five shadow clones and, together with his real self, launched an all-around, three-dimensional assault on Zuo Lengchan.

Zuo Lengchan’s pupils constricted; he knew Yue was now using genuine skill. He activated his twelve-stage inner strength, his Celestial Frost Fist weaving above and below, merging his icy internal energy with the fist’s power to unprecedented effect—the ultimate move, Proud Snow Defying Frost—but still he could not subdue Yue.

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