Chapter 2 A certain sword does not cut the young or old.
"The mountains remain unchanged, the rivers flow forever."
After filling his stomach with two more bowls of noodle soup, Nangong Yi grabbed the large chicken drumstick on the table and stood up.
"Old man, we'll meet again if we're lucky!"
"Wait a minute." The old man stopped Nangong Yi, who was about to leave after eating and drinking his fill. "Uh…" Nangong Yi paused and turned around awkwardly.
"I'll owe you this meal for now, I'll treat you next time."
"Trust me!"
He was really broke now!
"This meal is not important." The old man stood up.
"Have you ever practiced sword?"
"Brother, you have good eyesight!" Nangong Yi's face straightened.
"Since my debut, I have been invincible in Nangong City!"
"Nicknamed, Nangong Sword God!"
The old man looked strange.
Brother?
He was now more and more convinced that this kid was secretly plotted against and thrown out!
With such an ostentatious personality, if he had a better talent, he would be hated.
"Sounds impressive. Would you like to exchange a few moves with me?" the old man asked, with great interest.
Even though the so-called "Nangong Sword God" was a bit of an exaggeration, the boy's swordsmanship was genuine. Even Chen Jianjun didn't possess such a sharp aura back then, and he was eager to try it.
"No!" Nangong Yi shook his head.
"My Nangong family's swordsmanship doesn't discriminate against the young or old."
"Fight, and the money will be yours."
With that, gold coins cascaded from the old man's sleeves, piling onto the table.
Seeing this, Nangong Yi's expression straightened, and he placed a large chicken drumstick on the table. "Are you serious?"
"Yes,"
Nangong Yi said, bowing. "Please teach me!"
The old man's eye twitched.
"Don't you say you don't discriminate against the young or old?"
"That's wrong. This is a sparring match, not bullying," said Nangong Yi, righteously speaking.
"Furthermore, I intend to spar with you using the Dongfang family's swordsmanship."
The old man's eye twitched.
He suddenly felt that this boy might not be as righteous as he appeared.
However, with his strength, he couldn't possibly fall to a child.
A small, exquisitely gilded sword materialized from the old man's hand, and he tossed it to Nangong Yi.
Nangong Yi caught the sword, slightly taken aback. "A woman's sword?"
It felt light, the blade narrow, and this kind of delicate decoration wouldn't appear on a man's sword. It was usually used by novice women.
Because it looked pretty.
"This is my granddaughter's sword from childhood. I'll lend it to you." With that, a simple sword materialized in the old man's hand.
"Come on."
"Be careful."
In an instant, Nangong Yi thrust his sword, transforming it into a silver streak, striking the old man in the face.
Clang!
The old man blocked the blow with his backhand, but was shocked by its force.
"What a force!"
The child had no soul power flowing through him, meaning he wasn't yet a soul master. How could a child without an awakened martial spirit possess such speed and strength?
Yulong Kingdom, Nangong City...
It seemed I had to find a chance to explore the sea.
Otherwise, even he, who was invincible in the sky, would become a frog in a well.
"He is indeed not an ordinary person." Nangong Yi jumped lightly and opened the distance.
He was about to hold back his strength, but the old man's counterattack was obviously stronger than his.
This was not the power of an ordinary old man.
"Are you a soul master?" Nangong Yi asked.
"Yeah." The old man nodded.
"What do you think of my speed and strength just now?" Nangong Yi asked.
"Not bad." The old man commented.
To have such a level of speed and strength without using soul power, this kid's innate soul power is definitely not low, and his physical fitness is a bit ridiculous.
Beast martial spirit?
No, since he is so good at swordsmanship, it should be a sword martial spirit, right?
"Then I will continue."
Nangong Yi took a deep breath and launched an attack again.
If he could easily block his previous attack, then he didn't have to worry about the old man's safety.
The two of them were agile, quick-eyed and quick-handed, like meteors streaking through the night sky, sometimes turning and sometimes entangled.
Nangong Yi made a diagonal attack, and the old man dodged to the side. His sword moves were sharp and swift, but were easily resolved by Nangong Yi.
The sword fight between the two became more intense, the sword shadows intertwined, and the momentum was overwhelming.
As time went on, the old man suddenly felt that there was something wrong with Nangong Yi's attack.
Fast! Faster and faster!
The oncoming thrusts were like swift raindrops, penetrating every pore, endless and unending.
What kind of technique was this?
"Stop!"
Just as the old man was about to call for a halt, Nangong Yi stopped first and retreated.
"No more fighting."
With the first thrust, he had confirmed that the old man's strength far surpassed his own.
The continuous drizzle just now had confirmed that the old man's speed far surpassed his own.
Absolutely overwhelming speed and strength, what a fight!
So-called moves and techniques are only meaningful within a certain range of basic numerical differences.
When the speed and strength gap reaches a certain level, these things become meaningless.
No matter how powerful Bruce Lee was, could he fight against Taro?
"What's the name of the move you just used?" the old man asked curiously.
"Flower Rain," Nangong Yi said.
The Dongfang family's swordsmanship is characterized by water, penetrating every pore and stretching endlessly.
The Nangong family's swordsmanship, on the other hand, is characterized by fire, with its wide-open and closed movements and unparalleled strength.
"That's quite apt," the old man nodded.
The attacks rained down like raindrops, penetrating every pore. Though not a strong threat, they were impossible to break free from. Unless one was vastly superior to the opponent and forced their way free, they would be exhausted to death!
"Is this the sword technique of the Dongfang family you mentioned?" the old man asked.
"Yes," Nangong Yi nodded.
"Then, could you show me your Nangong family swordsmanship?" the old man asked with interest.
Such skills existed outside of Douluo Continent. He really needed to find an opportunity to visit the Yulong Kingdom.
"No, my Nangong family swordsmanship doesn't discriminate against the young or the old," Nangong Yi refused.
"You're a child, unfamiliar with this place. You probably need a guide. Besides, you haven't awakened your spirit yet, right?" the old man said.
"How about this? Let me see it, and I'll help you awaken your spirit."
"No, that's not right," Nangong Yi refused.
Back then, in his youth and innocence, he relied on his martial arts to defeat all of Nangong City, undefeated. He even brought Dongfang Xiong, a visitor to Nangong City, to tears.
As a result, he was hung on the city wall and beaten up by his unscrupulous master.
Since then, he swore that he would never use the swordsmanship of the Nangong family to fight against the old and the young! He had to use the swordsmanship of other families!
For this reason, he specifically found Dongfang Xiong to learn their family's swordsmanship.
When you go out, your identity is given by yourself!
"Then show it to me, okay?" said the old man.
He didn't hate this stubborn temper when he said he didn't need it.
"This... okay."
Nangong Yi took a deep breath and looked at the small tree on the side of the road that was as thick as a bowl.
Whoosh!
Nangong Yi swung his sword, and a sound like a flame passing through the air sounded.
The small tree did not move.
The blade had not yet touched the trunk.
Seeing this, the old man was full of doubts.
What kind of move is this?
Attack without hurting?
Nangong Yi put away his sword and sighed.
"I'm hungry and can't cut anymore."
"..."
(End of this chapter)