As Zhu Yuntong listened to Zhao Qingzhu's explanation, he watched as the Wudang sect leader gracefully stepped onto the stage with a long sword.
Then, as the longsword was swung, it seemed as if it were an integral part of itself. The movements appeared slow and graceful, but in reality, they forced the so-called leader of the Big Knife Gang to retreat repeatedly.
They were caught off guard at first, but the leader of the Big Knife Gang remained calm and quickly stabilized the situation after making several adjustments.
His broadsword was powerful and unrestrained, its sweeping and sweeping movements exuding domineering presence. The clash between the two, one gentle and the other forceful, was quite exciting in a short time, making it impossible to discern the winner.
However, as time went on, the leader of the Big Knife Gang was clearly panting. His wide and sweeping swordsmanship required a great deal of strength and was extremely taxing on his stamina.
After more than ten moves, he began to lose his rhythm. Looking at the Wudang Sect Master, his elegant swordsmanship remained slow and agile, seemingly effortless.
Not only does he not exert much strength, but because of that slow, floating feeling, people feel that he has inexhaustible strength and can keep going forever.
So as time went on, the difference in strength became clear. The leader of the Big Knife Gang was increasingly unable to resist, and he was forced to retreat several times, unable to defend himself.
Meanwhile, the leader of Wudang maintained his rhythm, his longsword slicing through the clothes of the leader of the Big Knife Gang several times.
Seeing the situation was dire, and with the Wudang sect leader's sword thrusting towards him with no way to dodge, the leader of the Big Sword Gang hurriedly shouted:
"I concede."
The sect leader waved his hand, and the longsword that was about to pierce the leader of the Big Knife Gang was directly withdrawn by him.
The control between the release and withdrawal was superb, and at this moment, the sect leader remained calm and composed, speaking as if nothing had happened:
"You're too kind!"
The leader of the Big Knife Gang looked grim, snorted, and turned to leave. At that moment, the sect leader looked around and said:
"Is there anyone else who wants to challenge the old master?"
Seeing that no one responded, he looked at the Shaolin Sect, the host, and smiled slightly.
On the Shaolin side, the white-browed old monk smiled and then slowly stood up.
Zhao Qingzhu below said:
"This old monk was ranked fourth in the martial arts world, right behind me."
Zhu Yunwen was slightly shocked. Good heavens, the old monk was fourth, the old Taoist priest was fifth, and the third was right next to him. This really is a martial arts tournament.
"Are you planning to be the grand finale?" Zhu Yuntong asked Zhao Qingzhu!
"I'm going to make my move now. After I defeat this old Taoist priest, I'll fight that old monk and see how much their skills have improved. Otherwise, if I wait until they've decided who's the winner, I won't be able to fight either of them, which would be so boring."
Hearing this, Zhu Yunwen was both amused and exasperated, thinking to himself that this girl really knew how to say something shocking.
They actually found it fun and wanted to fight the fourth and fifth most powerful figures in the martial arts world one after the other.
Zhu Yunwen didn't say anything, just nodded in agreement. So, before the old monk left the arena, Zhao Qingzhu lightly touched the ground with her toes and soared into the sky.
Then it flew towards the tall stage.
Her body was incredibly light, like a canary gliding through the sky, or like a green leaf carried by the wind, she floated lightly onto the arena.
Zhao Qingzhu's appearance stunned everyone present. Most of the martial arts practitioners had never seen her before, so they were all very curious about who this woman was and why she dared to come on stage.
Putting everything else aside, there are very few people present who can match his lightness skill alone.
Even those who could compare were still incredibly shocked.
When Zhao Qingzhu landed gracefully on the high platform, everyone present was not only shocked by her martial arts skills, but also by her actions.
After all, in everyone's eyes, this Wudang Taoist priest was incredibly powerful, and no one but a high-ranking monk from Shaolin Temple could match him. For her to rush up like that, wasn't she just asking for a beating?
Even the white-haired old Taoist priest spoke up:
"Young lady, what are you doing up here?"
Zhao Qingzhu pursed her lips and said:
"Of course I'm challenging you. What, old man, are you afraid to fight me?"
Upon hearing this, not only the old Taoist priest laughed, but most of the people present also laughed.
Indeed, they found Zhao Qingzhu's words quite amusing, and Zhao Qingzhu herself laughed as well. Then they heard the old Taoist priest say:
"Young lady, this is no place to joke around. You should leave now, otherwise, swords have no eyes and it would be bad if someone got hurt."
Zhao Qingzhu, too lazy to waste words, drew a long sword and said:
"Enough with the nonsense, let's get started, old man. You were no match for me before, let alone now."
The old Taoist priest from Wudang was somewhat puzzled upon hearing this, but then he raised his long sword.
Zhao Qingzhu's sword strike, seemingly weak, was blocked by the old Taoist's longsword, which caused the sword to make a loud booming sound.
The old Taoist priest frowned, clearly not expecting Zhao Qingzhu's sword strike to be so powerful.
He immediately became serious, then wielded his long sword, combining it with Tai Chi swordsmanship, making it even more gentle, while Zhao Qingzhu's archery technique was equally gentle.
When one kneading technique is combined with another, the advantage of gentleness is obviously lost, and ultimately there is no competition of skills, only strength.
Therefore, once the two sides started fighting, the Wudang Taoist priest's swordsmanship didn't seem to have much of an advantage.
After a fight, the old Taoist priest became increasingly surprised.
He discovered that the girl's swordsmanship was natural and her martial arts were very high; for a moment, he was even somewhat unable to react.
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