Chapter 1607: One Sword

What's going on... Why did you suddenly ask for advice?

You are a professor of Apocalypse. It's not normal for you to master the sword. Why do you react so strongly to being questioned?

Most importantly, isn't the person you are asking for advice from also a little wrong? The person who is questioning you is obviously not Dean Li, right?

Or do you have to challenge the strongest person on the scene to prove yourself?

The ever-changing situation finally made the audience who listened attentively unable to calm down.

The nature of human beings who love to join in the fun was once again reflected in the full screen of question marks.

Realizing that a duel might happen, the onlookers quickly abandoned their original cover-up and gathered around obscurely and firmly.

"Ah?"

As the person involved, Li Weixuan reacted quickly to this unprovoked disaster and expressed his feelings with an interjection.

"Yes, I think there is no one more qualified than you to prove Fu's kendo talent."

With calm eyes and firm tone, Fu Qian said that he did not hear wrong, but he was looking at Chang Mo next to him while speaking.

This...

The latter obviously lost the ability to control language and expression at the same time, and the whole person was frozen on the spot.

"Professor Fu..."

Even she was not the only one. Suga Jingzheng, who had just been forced to prove that Fu Qian had mastered the true meaning of kendo, did not perform very well. He just squeezed out a title from his throat with difficulty, and he didn't know how to express it afterwards.

"What? You want to participate too?"

And Fu Qian just glanced at him.

"No problem, it just happened that I could learn from you all for once."

...

Among the people closest to him, Ji Liushuang, who had the lowest rank, was almost the calmest one.

There was some shame on her slightly tired face, but at this moment her eyes were full of curiosity.

She couldn't believe that Fu Qian would care about any evaluation. Professor Chang's worries were obviously taken advantage of.

"Haha... OK."

This emotion was so vivid that it was easily captured by Li Weixuan.

The next moment, he laughed again and helped Suga Jingzheng out of trouble.

"I have always been confident in dealing with the professor. It's rare that you are so interested. I will ask someone to arrange a venue now?"

If we really want to spar... why is the dean so unstable today?

And this statement instantly aroused the audience's confusion and expectations.

In any case, such an opportunity to observe is definitely rare-

"No, this place is fine."

What I didn't expect was that although he was a demigod, the challenger was too easy-going and directly indicated that there was no need to go through so much trouble.

Oh?

"Okay, please."

Li Weixuan was a little surprised at first, but then he appreciated this easy-going attitude and agreed directly after just a moment of hesitation.

On the contrary, the audience who didn't expect the progress to be so efficient were stunned for a while before they dispersed and left the venue.

...

Layered terraces and pavilions, flying eaves and corridors.

Unlike other places in the academy, although this randomly chosen sparring site is just in front of a small white stone platform, it is still full of charm.

Especially after the two senior officials of the academy opened their distance and faced each other.

As expected by the people of the Canjian Academy, with a long sword in hand, standing tall and calm, Li Weixuan gave a slight salute and the moment it was ready to start, no one remembered how careless the beginning of this exchange was.

At the same time, although most people were reluctant to admit it, the opponent standing on the other side was actually as imposing as ever.

Although he was unarmed and stood with his hands behind his back, he could not see any sword posture, but even without the breeze blowing his clothes, he already had a fairy-like appearance.

However, within a few breaths, the expectations for this unexpected duel had been infinitely raised.

The only problem was that after a few more breaths, this peak battle had not yet begun.

The demigod of Apocalypse, who wanted to seek an explanation for himself, could not see a trace of urgency.

Although anyone who had achieved accomplishments in cultivation could see that his momentum was still rising while he was standing still.

It was completely hard to imagine how terrifying the momentum would be after a blow accumulated to the extreme.

But within a moment, more than one person had already believed Suga Jingzheng's statement.

However, Li Weixuan on the opposite side showed the demeanor of the sword leader, with no intention of attacking, and looked like he really wanted to prove the other party's swordsmanship.

...

"Watch out, I will only use one sword."

At a certain moment, the demigod on the opposite side finally spoke.

Although his standing posture did not change at all, it did not delay Li Weixuan from holding his breath and adjusting his state to the limit.

"I have witnessed many indescribable things, but all of them did not make me ashamed of my own insignificance."

During this period of highest alert, the other party's tone was emotionless, and at the same time, his right hand slowly stretched out, as if grabbing an invisible blade from the void.

What was shocking was that with this action, an invisible blade actually appeared out of thin air.

A thread of not bright silver appeared in the other party's hand, outlining the shape of a long sword.

However, this was not the most amazing thing.

Li Weixuan, whose mind was almost completely absorbed in the above, noticed from the corner of his eye that with this action, the audience that was originally increasing had disappeared.

Not reality.

This helped him make a judgment instantly.

And it was obvious that the person on the other side did not mind him realizing this and did not try to hide it.

The key issue was that the purpose of doing this was——

"Don't be distracted."

Another reminder interrupted the random thoughts that had arisen.

While Li Weixuan was following suit, the etched blade in the opponent's hand had already been swung out without any delay.

There was no light or sound, but at that moment, no matter the distance or the self, it seemed that they had lost their concepts.

There was no doubt that this was far from the killing sword intent that had been demonstrated before, but something much more amazing.

Fortunately, with Fu Qian's reminder, the sword genius at that moment abandoned the unnecessary exclamation to the greatest extent, and his mind was focused on that attack.

There was no point in dodging.

This cognition that did not require any thought at all made him swing the long sword in his hand without hesitation, regardless of whether the attack made sense or not.

Sure enough, it was unstoppable. The next moment, Li Weixuan's movements froze there.

Without even looking down, he knew that the sword had split his entire body, the stone platform under his feet, and even the ancient building that was split in two farther away.

All of this happened silently, and even under this incomprehensible sword, everything around it fell apart from where it was cut.

At most, it can only be restored to this point, the ripples from your old man's self-transcendence.

At this moment, the sword in Fu Qian's hand had already dissipated, and he stood with his hands behind his back again, as if he had done something insignificant.

How much you understand depends on you.