Upon hearing what the Sword Saint said, Wang Yang remained calm and responded with a cool, indifferent tone:
"Sword Saint, what explanation do you have in mind?"
Upon hearing this, the Sword Saint's brows furrowed, and he said with a fierce expression:
"A life for a life!"
"This is the explanation I want."
Wang Yang smiled slightly and said calmly:
"So, Sword Saint, you've come to take my life?"
"It's a pity that if you hadn't mastered Sword Twenty-Three, I'm afraid you wouldn't be my match!"
Upon hearing Wang Yang's words, the Sword Saint's expression changed drastically, and he said in a deep voice:
"You seem quite familiar with the Holy Spirit Sword Technique?"
Wang Yang smiled calmly and replied:
"I wouldn't say I'm familiar with it; it just happens that I know how to do it too."
Upon hearing Wang Yang's words, the Sword Saint was immediately dumbfounded, his face filled with disbelief.
"Nonsense!"
"This Holy Spirit Sword Technique is an original sword technique of mine."
How could you possibly be?
Wang Yang didn't care about the Sword Saint's shock.
After all, there are countless martial arts techniques in this system's store.
When Wang Yang has nothing to do, he also spends villain points to buy some martial arts techniques from the store.
He wouldn't have done this before.
Basically, they use all their villain points to exchange for power.
However, with the infusion of hundreds of years of internal energy and the absorption of the primordial essence from the Evil Emperor's relic, Wang Yang's accumulated power had reached a terrifying level.
Even so, he still hasn't broken through to the Land Immortal Realm.
That's why Wang Yang was thinking of using some villain points to buy martial arts techniques and such.
Seeing the Sword Saint's disbelieving look, Wang Yang smiled calmly and said:
"Sword Saint".
"These swords, from Sword One to Sword Eighteen, were created jointly by you and Xue Xinluo. They are incredibly fast and exceptionally sharp."
"The Eighteen Swords were created with the idea of 'three times three is inexhaustible, six times six is infinite' in mind."
"The ability to trap the enemy with a sword net is a sword technique imbued with compassion."
At this point, Wang Yang paused briefly before continuing:
"Swords Nineteen to Twenty-Two were created exclusively by you."
"These four sword techniques are ruthless and merciless, and their style is different from the previous eighteen. They are sword techniques that are devoid of emotion and righteousness."
"As for Sword Twenty-Three, I'm afraid you, Sword Saint, haven't grasped it yet, have you?"
As Wang Yang delivered his impassioned speech, the Sword Saint felt his head buzzing and his whole body go completely numb.
He stared wide-eyed at Wang Yang in disbelief, wondering to himself: Just who is this guy? How could he be so familiar with the Holy Spirit Sword Technique?
Startled, the Sword Saint narrowed his eyes slightly, his sharp gaze seemingly piercing through Wang Yang as he stared directly at him, asking in a slightly trembling voice, "You...you really know the Holy Spirit Sword Technique?"
Wang Yang's lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile. He nodded without hesitation and said slowly, "I not only know the Holy Spirit Sword Technique." He paused slightly at this point, deliberately keeping everyone in suspense.
Upon seeing this, the Sword Saint's heart tightened, and his breathing became somewhat rapid. Wang Yang then slowly uttered a few more words: "And... Sword Twenty-Three!"
These words were like a thunderclap in the Sword Saint's ears. His body trembled violently, and his eyes were filled with undisguised shock.
It should be noted that since his last retirement from the martial arts world, he has been living in seclusion in the mountains, focusing on studying the way of the sword.
His goal was to comprehend the legendary Sword Twenty-Three in his lifetime.
However, to his utter surprise, the seemingly ordinary Wang Yang claimed that he had mastered this peerless sword technique.
At this moment, the Sword Saint's heart was already filled with shock, to an unparalleled degree.
He stared blankly at Wang Yang, his mouth agape, unable to utter a single word for a long time. Wang Yang, on the other hand, smiled and quietly observed the Sword Saint's astonished expression.
After a long while, the Sword Saint finally recovered from his extreme shock. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his agitated emotions, and said in a trembling voice, "You...you really know Sword Twenty-Three? How is that possible?"
Wang Yang smiled slightly, crossed his arms, and said leisurely, "If you don't believe me, you're welcome to come and try it."
Let's see if my sword, number twenty-three, lives up to its name.
After he finished speaking, he exuded a powerful aura, standing there like a towering mountain, making people dare not underestimate him.
"snort!"
Upon hearing this, the Sword Saint snorted coldly and said with a fierce expression:
"Wang Yang!"
"Don't try to scare me!"
"I haven't even been able to comprehend the Twenty-Three Sword Techniques, how could you possibly comprehend them?"
"Take this!"
Having said that, the Sword Saint didn't wait for Wang Yang's reply and immediately made his move.
His first move was Sword Eighteen.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"
In an instant, sword shadows spread out, and in no time, they intertwined to form a sword net, pressing straight down on Wang Yanggai.
Seeing this scene before him, Wang Yang's expression remained calm and undisturbed. His nonchalant and leisurely demeanor suggested that he didn't take the Sword Saint's world-renowned Eighteen Sword Techniques seriously at all.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the overwhelming, menacing net of swords that was about to mercilessly crash down on Wang Yang.
However, at this critical moment, Wang Yang suddenly raised his right hand and gently extended a finger into the void.
This seemingly simple and casual gesture triggered a series of unbelievable changes.
In an instant, the sword net that had been surging forward like a torrent, pressing down on Wang Yanggai, suddenly stopped in mid-air as if it had been frozen in place!
Not only that, but even this world seemed to fall into a strange state of stillness the moment Wang Yang pointed at it.
Before Zhao Min and the other onlookers could react to what they saw, they were shocked to find that their bodies were frozen in place, unable to move an inch.
The feeling was as if the whole world had frozen in that instant, and time and space had lost their original meaning.
Meanwhile, the Sword Saint, who had been standing majestically on the small boat, was now facing the same situation as everyone else.
He was horrified to discover that his body seemed to be out of his control, every part of his body had become incredibly stiff, and even the slightest movement of a finger was a luxury.
While everyone else was terrified and filled with anxiety, Wang Yang showed no fear whatsoever.
With a slight push of his feet, he leaped upwards like an arrow released from a bow.
At the same time, dazzling and brilliant light emanated from his body, intertwining together like a blazing sun illuminating the entire sky.
In just a few breaths, Wang Yang's figure, like a ghost, flew at an astonishing speed to the bottom of the sword net that was frozen in mid-air.
A loud bang was heard: "Boom!" Immediately afterwards, he gently raised his finger and pointed it casually, but in that instant, an immense and incomparable power suddenly burst forth.
When everyone looked again, they were dumbfounded—the once vast and imposing sword net was torn apart as if it were made of paper, and then vanished in the blink of an eye, as if it had never existed at all.
Wang Yang's movements did not stop there. His body spun rapidly like a top, and he flew straight towards the Sword Saint not far away like a bolt of lightning.
Upon seeing this, the Sword Saint was greatly alarmed! At this moment, his body seemed to be completely sealed by a mysterious and unpredictable power, making him unable to move at all.
This feeling was absolutely terrible to him. He felt like a piece of fish on a chopping board, helplessly watching Wang Yang slaughter him at will, with no power to fight back.
Before long, Wang Yang's figure had already rushed to the Sword Saint like a whirlwind.
In the blink of an eye, he suddenly extended a finger and accurately placed it on the narrow sword mark between the Sword Saint's eyebrows.
After pointing his finger, Wang Yang didn't even glance at the Sword Saint. He turned around and instantly transformed into a streak of light, rapidly flying towards the distant ship.
In just a few breaths, Wang Yang's figure had landed steadily on the bow of the ship.
The moment he stood firmly on his feet, the eerie feeling that had been so oppressive, as if time and space had been imprisoned, suddenly vanished.
Soon after, the Sword Saint and Zhao Min were finally able to move freely again.
"this?"
"What's going on?"
What just happened?
"Why do I feel like time and space are imprisoned?"
"Young master, was this your doing?"
"It must be him! Only the young master can move freely, so who else could it be?"
"This is terrifying!" A gasp rippled through the crowd, as if witnessing the apocalypse; disbelief and fear were etched on everyone's faces.
"What kind of martial art could possibly imprison even time and space? This is simply beyond imagination!" someone else shouted in a trembling voice.
However, Wang Yang remained unusually calm in the face of such a huge reaction from the crowd, as if he was already used to such astonishment.
He didn't even linger; he simply turned his gaze slightly and looked directly at the sword saint standing on the small boat.
At this moment, although the Sword Saint's body could move freely, he still stood still like a wooden or clay sculpture, completely motionless.
Zhao Min and the others, who were standing nearby, did not notice anything unusual. They were still immersed in the astonishing scene they had just witnessed.
But only Wang Yang, a born sword fanatic, with his keen intuition and profound understanding of the way of the sword, clearly perceived everything in that instant.
It turns out that when Wang Yang made his move just now, it seemed casual and nonchalant, but in reality, every action was carefully calculated.
With a mere gesture, he had quietly set up a sword energy barrier, enveloping everyone, including himself and Zhao Min.
Within this sword energy barrier, time seemed to freeze, everything stagnated, completely devoid of life and vitality.
The people inside were like fish on a chopping board, completely at Wang Yang's mercy.
"Could he... could he really have mastered the legendary Sword Twenty-Three?"
The Sword Saint's eyes widened, and he muttered to himself in astonishment.
His expression was filled with unprecedented shock; the intense emotions surged over him like a raging sea, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.
Just then, Wang Yang's lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile, and he spoke slowly and deliberately.
"Sword Saint, now that things have come to this, you should believe what I said before, right?"
His tone was calm as still water, yet it carried an undeniable air of authority.
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