Chapter 526: Seal Knife

Chapter 526: Seal Knife

Chapter 526: Seal Knife
“According to the rules of Fenglin Hall, only the strongest disciple in the hall can take the position of the chief disciple.

About ten years ago, before Mr. Gong Ying, Fenglin Hall had already confirmed the next successor, but he was killed by Mr. Gong Ying who was only 19 years old. It is said that the victory was decided in just three moves.

Over the past ten years, Mr. Gong Ying has faced many challenges and has never been defeated.

He would chop off the heads of every opponent, smear them with gold paint, make them into tea sets and place them in alcoves. It is said that now three walls of his house are filled with them.

When Mr. Gong Ying fights, he is like a ghost or god, and ordinary people are terrified when they see him. That’s why he has this title. You definitely don’t want to see Mr. Gong Ying draw his sword and fight.”

Hearing what the person in charge said, the two employees swallowed their saliva and showed a look of fear on their faces.

At this moment, Gong Ying Changxiu, who was sitting in the armored vehicle, was listening to the discussions about himself coming from various parts of the car with a faint smile on his face.

Guan Shangjing said: "Senior Brother still has such a bad taste."

"We should always find some joy in life," Gong Ying Changxiu said with a smile, "especially listening to legends about ourselves, which really makes us feel very satisfied."

Guan Shangjing felt somewhat helpless. His senior brother was particularly obsessed with various heroic stories of the old times. He imitated them in every move and also had a habit of spreading news about himself.

He also pays special attention to the sense of ritual before the battle, so that every battle he participates in is full of atmosphere. After each defeat of the opponent, he will find someone to write a short story to make the battle between the two people ups and downs.

Whenever he heard all kinds of exaggerated and bizarre rumors about himself from other people, he would become particularly excited.

Therefore, although there is no big gap in the levels among the three major halls overseas, this senior brother has the best reputation, and Fenglin Hall is also the most famous.

What matches the fame is also strength.

The top disciples of the three major schools have never really clashed with each other, but whether it is Ye Jianhong of An Yaokan or He Yue Yizhen of Nantaokan, their positions have never changed in the past twenty years.

However, Gong Ying Changxiu killed the previous senior brother. He was present when the two men fought and witnessed the whole process. He deeply admired and feared the strength of this senior brother, so even though he was ten years older than the other party, he still sincerely called him "Senior Brother Gong Ying".

Gong Yingchangxiu said slowly: "Junior brother, you mentioned that opponent. I have read the information before. He is very good and a worthy opponent. Where is he now?"

"Senior Brother Gong Ying..." Guan Shangjing was a little embarrassed.

Gong Ying Changxiu said: "Brother Guan Shang, you know that before I start a war, I must issue a declaration of war. This is my rule. I hope you can understand."

Guan Shangjing looked at the round-frame glasses, which were shining and it seemed that he could not see the eyes behind them, but he was frightened in his heart. Although doing so might expose the news of the arrival of this senior brother in advance, there was no point in arguing with Gong Ying Changxiu about this, so he immediately lowered his head.

"Brother Gong Ying, please leave the matter to me."

Gong Ying Changxiu looked at him until the latter felt a little uneasy. He smiled and said, "No need, I have already arranged it." He stretched out his hand to hold Jie Ping, "Eijuro, you go in my place."

He folded his arms, "The hero's appearance cannot be so light and hasty. I hope my letter of challenge will satisfy him."

"Keijuro..."

It has been ten years since Guan Shangjing left Fenglin Pavilion. In his memory, Hui Julang was just a young boy. From the quick glance just now, he seemed to be among the crowd coming down from the airship.

He said: "It is his honor to be able to deliver the letter of challenge to my senior brother. Senior brother, I will send someone to lead the way for him and he will definitely deliver the letter of challenge to him."

A few hours later, the sky brightened and a foreign fighter carrying long and short knives got out of the car and walked on the road leading to the Xuangong Building.

After discovering him, the city patrol came up to check on him several times. Each time, he would stop politely and hand over his name card from the fighting gym and his pass from the government office.

When faced with the warning, he respectfully stated that as a foreigner arriving for the first time, he would abide by the rules of the central city.

It took him an hour to walk the short distance of one kilometer. When he arrived at the Xuangong Building, he asked someone to deliver the letter he was carrying, and then he stood in the square of the building and waited patiently.

Chen Chuan returned to the academy yesterday after arranging three people. While he was practicing, a prompt sound came from the world, indicating that something had been delivered.

He walked out and got the thing, only to find it was a letter of challenge, signed by Gong Ying Changxiu. The wording was very polite, saying that he had heard of his reputation in a corner of the island and yearned for him, so he traveled across the ocean to ask for a fight.

He also wrote on it that he came from Fenglin Hall, one of the three major overseas fighting gyms. In order to show his qualifications, he specially sent a junior fellow student to demonstrate his sword moves in person.

Sword moves?

He was somewhat interested in this, so he came to the window and looked outside the Xuangong Building, and saw the figure in black. However, after taking a look, he couldn't help but doubt whether the other party could demonstrate the essence of the sword moves.

Fighters have an intuitive judgment of their opponents. Putting aside the specific fighting techniques, one can almost tell which level the opponent is by just looking at his posture and aura.

And this...

At this moment, he suddenly saw a figure walking towards there. He was slightly surprised, but after thinking for a while, he turned around and left the dormitory and went downstairs. When Keijuro was waiting there, a voice suddenly came from the side: "Sir Keijuro."

He turned around and saw a foreign fighter in ancient costume standing there. He thought about it and realized he didn't know this person, so he asked in a foreign language: "Who are you?"

The person opposite bowed slightly, "Langtao Pavilion, Sanchenghuang."

"It's Lord Sanjo." Keijuro bowed politely to him, "Why are you here, Lord Sanjo?"

San Cheng Huang stood up and said, "Excuse me, are you here to challenge Mr. Chen?"

Huijuro's eyes immediately changed, and he said in a deep voice: "What does this have to do with Lord Sancheng?"

San Cheng Huang put his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist and said loudly, "Of course it matters. I was defeated by Chen Jun before, and I lost sincerely. Mr. Hui Julang, if you want to challenge Chen Jun, you must first defeat me."

As he said this, he drew out the long sword from his waist.

Keijuro also tightly grasped the knife at his waist, turned around, and said solemnly: "Although the challenger is not me, but Lord Sancheng, I cannot ignore such an action."

He represents Fenglin Pavilion behind him. If someone draws a sword in front of him, it will be seen as a challenge and he will have to respond.

San Cheng Huang held the knife in the same position, "Then let me learn the skills of Feng Lin Pavilion."

"understood."

Hui Juro looked up and said, "I came here to show Mr. Chen my brother's sword moves, but Lord Sancheng, if it were you, I believe you would be able to show Mr. Chen clearly."

He drew out his knife and slowly raised it.

San Chenghuang put the knife in front of him. After the two men confronted each other for a moment, they took a step forward at the same time. It seemed like just a moment, and they passed each other and arrived at the place where they had just stood.

The two men stood back to back for a moment, and suddenly Keijuro dropped his knife, his body fell forward, and a pool of blood spread out under him.

San Chenghuang let out a breath, turned around, wiped his long sword with his sleeve, then sheathed the sword and bowed deeply to the corpse on the ground.

"Thank you for your advice."

Chen Chuan had already arrived downstairs at this time. When he came out of the door just now, he happened to see the fight between the two people. However, he found that when Hui Juro was using the sword moves, he turned into another person in an instant. He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

After bowing, San Chenghuang found that his chest was empty. He looked down and saw a knife mark on his heart, which also cut through the clothes there and almost penetrated his body.

Chen Chuan walked over and took a look, "Mr. Sancheng, are you okay?"

San Cheng Huang quickly turned around, bowed and said, "Mr. Chen, I'm fine." He looked at Keijuro's body and said with emotion, "The move just now should be the legendary 'Seal Knife'."

"A seal-shaped knife?"

San Cheng Huang nodded, "Yes, the people in Fenglin Pavilion don't focus on spiritual training like us in Langtao Pavilion, but they also have spiritual skills.

It is said that they can imprint their own sword moves into the minds of their fellow disciples through the fusion of spirits. Whenever they challenge a worthy opponent, they can ask their disciples to demonstrate their sword skills on their behalf.

This is both a demonstration and a test. If the opponent can't block it, then there is no need to fight. If he can block it, then it means he is qualified to fight."

He looked slightly solemn. "Rather than saying that the sword was slashed by Keijuro, it would be more accurate to say that it was slashed by Gong Ying Changxiu of Fenglin Pavilion. And because of the gap, the essence of the sword cannot be fully displayed. But if it was slashed by Gong Ying Changxiu himself, I might have died."

Chen Chuan nodded slightly and looked at him again: "Why is Mr. Sancheng here today?"

San Cheng Huang said, "To be honest with you, Mr. Chen, I received news not long ago that Gong Ying Changxiu has arrived in the central city. I think his target should be Mr. Chen, so I came here to inform you. Please be prepared to guard against this enemy. This enemy should not be underestimated. What I did just now was just to show my sincerity."

Chen Chuan looked at him and said, "Mr. Sancheng, by doing this, you are standing opposite Fenglin Pavilion. Aren't you afraid of any trouble that may come later?"

"It doesn't matter."

San Chenghuang said sincerely: "In this world that is about to change, insignificant individuals must always choose a side to stand on, and I think," he raised his head and said loudly: "It is right to stand on Mr. Chen's side!"

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(End of this chapter)