Feng Xue chased for most of the night before bringing Xiao Ren back. As soon as he entered the camp, he ran into Chen Yuan who took the initiative to ask Han Qianling for advice before leaving.

Luo Jiujiang had always been adamant about Han Qianling's identity as a divine dragon. Since he kept silent, and since Mr. Gongyi and his master didn't need to tell him, he effectively kept the information about Han Qianling's true identity within a very small circle.

But Jiao can transform into a dragon, so the two families have similarities. Chen Yuan sought Han Qianling's advice for no other reason than that he saw through half of Han Qianling's background—he didn't have the imagination to associate him with a divine dragon, but simply thought Han Qianling was probably a Jiao.

They were of similar age and race, and Chen Yuan had never seen such a suitable opponent. So even if he pretended to forget how he was tied to a tree and left to dry in the camp all night, he had to spar with Han Qianling before leaving.

Han Qianling rarely showed a cold face towards Luo Jiujiang's friends. After hearing Chen Yuan's challenge, he pondered for a moment before politely asking, "How many moves did Jiujiang use to defeat Young Master Chen Yuan the other time?"

Chen Yuan was a quiet man, so he gestured with his hand to number thirty-six to him.

Han Qianling nodded and said calmly, "Then I also have thirty-six moves."

“…”

Hearing Han Qianling's words, Chen Yuan's dark brows furrowed slightly. Han Qianling was a man of excellent manners and politeness; judging by his words and actions, his demeanor was impeccable. However, judging by the connotations of his words, this humility betrayed overflowing pride.

To pinpoint a move and defeat an opponent precisely at the right moment requires confidence far exceeding their opponent's strength. For example, in a game of Go, a master might be able to grant a point handicap, but if a player specifies how many points they want their opponent to lose before the game begins, it's not just something an expert can do; it's practically a teacher's attitude.

As fellow aliens, pride and inherited memories were both ingrained in their blood. Chen Yuan, though taciturn, was not arrogant. This was simply because of his good nature, but it didn't mean he could tolerate such criticism.

For the first time in his life, he actually spoke with his mouth when there was no need to. Chen Yuan said, "Okay, Palace Master Han, come and try. If you want to defeat me, you must first defeat my sword."

After a pause, Chen Yuan even turned towards Feng Xue and said calmly, "If you're not satisfied with my moves, you can come up and fight me in a round-robin battle."

Feng Xue: “…”

Feng Xue had finally experienced the full extent of the saying, "You sit at home and the pot comes from the sky." God had mercy on her, she really just happened to find Xiao Ren and was passing by on her way back to the camp.

She didn't know much about Jiaolong Chenyuan, who had obvious speech impairment and confused the subject, predicate and object, so she wouldn't comment on him for now, but what about Han Qianling?

Feng Xue frowned unconsciously, wondering if this was just my imagination. Why did it feel like Han Qianling had been messing around with him all night? Was it because he couldn't have two dragons in one place unless they were both male and female? Did he really dislike the black dragon that much?

Facing Chen Yuan's implicit hostility, Han Qianling did not retort, but just smiled slightly and made a gesture of invitation.

Luo Jiujiang was a complete novice in the spiritual realm, and his victory over Chen Yuan was entirely based on his own experience and understanding. If the two were to fight in real life, Luo Jiujiang's Sky-Splitting Move wouldn't have dragged out the battle for thirty-six moves.

Not only did Han Qianling already possess a bloodline suppression over Chen Yuan, but they were both in the Holy Land, and Han Qianling even had the added bonus of home turf. From the moment he set foot in the Holy Land, he could constantly feel the nourishment of the Holy Mountain's bloodline. Logically, he had everything going for him, but he insisted on dragging the fight out for thirty-six moves to win, not out of concern for Chen Yuan's reputation, but simply to stay consistent with Luo Jiujiang.

...Even if he just used the same number of moves to defeat the same opponent, Han Qianling would feel closer to Jiujiang.

So it's no wonder Han Qianling disliked Chen Yuan. From the time they were on the Seven Islands until now, he'd gotten along well with Luo Jiujiang's many friends. Even when Feng Xue finally couldn't help but confront him, the two of them hadn't been at odds. However, Chen Yuan was the only one who dressed identically to Luo Jiujiang and bore a similar appearance. If they walked side by side on the street, they'd be mistaken for brothers.

How similar, how close, how uncomfortable Han Qianling was.

Han Qianling drew his sword from its sheath, not even pointing it straight at him, but with the back of his sword facing Chen Yuan. Before they were about to fight, he said something meaningful.

"Master Chen Yuan, you have a good sword."

…

It was only today that Feng Xue witnessed Han Qianling's true strength.

In the seventh move of the fight, Han Qianling bullied Chen Yuan and cut his front lapel.

In the twelfth move of the fight, Han Qianling cut off Chen Yuan's hairband with a sword.

In the 24th move of the fight, Han Qianling turned the hilt of the sword upside down and hit Chen Yuan's chest hard at the Qi Sea, unexpectedly interrupting Chen Yuan who was about to transform into a dragon and forcing him back to human form.

During the 31st move, there was a clanging sound of weapons colliding. Han Qianling, who was usually cold and reserved, showed some brutality and bravery at this moment, and cut off a piece of the front end of Chen Yuan's long sword!

Feng Xue took a breath, but Xiao Ren's eyes became brighter and brighter.

After this move, Han Qianling used fast close combat, his extremely fast moves exactly matching Xiao Ren's style. She was watching with dazzled eyes, but Feng Xue felt her chest tighten as if her breath was stuck.

The reason is simple. After Han Qianling broke the tip of Chen Yuan's sword in the 31st move, all his remaining moves were directed at Chen Yuan's long sword. Every time he swung his sword, a piece of iron would be shaved off from Chen Yuan's sword. However, looking at the ease with which he moved his steps, it seemed that deliberately breaking the sword was no different from chopping melons and vegetables.

Just as Chen Yuan had said before, he defeated his opponent by first defeating his sword.

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