Immortality Cultivation: I Can increase My Stats Using Clansmen's Qi-Blood-Chapter 1398 - 686 Luo Chen: What is My Sword Dao Like?_2

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As the tournament progressed, Luo Chen gradually realized that the Martial Arts tournament was not just a competition, but also a platform for cultivators to exchange insights.

Here, he encountered various opponents, some were fierce, some were resilient, and some were calm.

With each battle, Luo Chen learned something new, and his swordsmanship continuously improved and refined.

Finally, the last battle of the Martial Arts tournament arrived.

Luo Chen’s opponent was a tall, bronze-skinned middle-aged man who emitted a terrifying Qi-Blood Force.

This man was not from North Hong City, but an outsider.

Having heard about the Martial Arts tournament in North Hong City.

He came to the venue to participate.

"What’s your name?"

A thick voice suddenly rang out.

Luo Chen was slightly stunned, and then calmly replied: "Luo Chen."

The middle-aged man nodded, a hint of admiration in his eyes: "Luo Chen, your swordsmanship is impressive. My name is Tieshan, from the distant Southern Ridge. It’s an honor to be able to spar with you today."

Luo Chen nodded slightly, inwardly not daring to be complacent. freewёbnoνel.com

Tieshan’s aura was as heavy as a mountain; his eyes revealed an experienced sharpness and determination.

As soon as the gong sounded, both moved almost simultaneously.

Tieshan’s footwork was not as agile as previous opponents, but every step was steady and powerful, as if the earth trembled beneath his feet.

His fist technique was simple and direct, but contained astonishing destructive power; each punch seemed capable of shattering rocks.

Luo Chen’s swordsmanship appeared particularly nimble in the face of Tieshan’s fist wind, utilizing the sword’s agility and speed to constantly seek openings in Tieshan’s attacks.

The sword tip collided with Tieshan’s fist, producing a sound of metal clashing, sparks flying.

The audience watched with bated breath, feeling the tension and intensity of the duel.

Each clash between Luo Chen and Tieshan made hearts beat faster, their fight resembling a life-and-death struggle.

As time passed, Luo Chen began to feel the pressure.

Tieshan’s fist technique seemed to become faster and stronger.

Though Luo Chen’s swordsmanship was agile, under Tieshan’s pressure, it gradually seemed a bit strained.

Yet, Luo Chen did not give up.

He took a deep breath, incorporating his understanding of Sword Dao and the state of "Heart and Sword as One" into the battle.

His swordsmanship became smoother, with each attack more precise.

Finally, in a clever counterattack, Luo Chen’s sword tip grazed Tieshan’s shoulder, leaving a shallow blood mark.

Tieshan was slightly stunned, then showed a smile of approval.

"Good swordsmanship!"

Tieshan shouted, his fist technique shifted, becoming even more ferocious.

But Luo Chen had found the rhythm, his swordsmanship flowed like water, complementing Tieshan’s fist technique.

The two went back and forth on the stage, the battle entering a fever pitch.

Ultimately, after an exquisite sword move, Luo Chen’s sword tip again touched Tieshan’s chest, and this time, Tieshan no longer moved.

The entire venue was silent for a moment, then erupted into thunderous applause and cheers.

Luo Chen won, he defeated a formidable opponent with his strength and wisdom.

Tieshan approached Luo Chen, extending his hand: "You won, Luo Chen."

"Your swordsmanship broadened my horizons."

Luo Chen shook Tieshan’s hand, smiling: "Senior Tieshan, your fist technique has also benefited me greatly."

Their eyes met with a smile; both learned valuable things from each other.

Luo Chen understood that this victory was not just personal glory, but an important breakthrough on his Sword Dao cultivation journey.

The Martial Arts tournament finally concluded, and Luo Chen’s name was engraved in the Martial Arts history of North Hong City.

He had not only proven his strength, but more importantly, through duels with the strong, his understanding of Sword Dao reached a new height.

Luo Chen stood atop the stage, looking at the cheering crowd, feeling grateful and proud.

He knew this was merely a milestone in his Martial Arts career, the road ahead was still long, and he would continue onward, endlessly exploring the extremities of Sword Dao.

With the Martial Arts tournament over, Luo Chen quietly left.

Although winning the first place came with some rewards, to Luo Chen...

They seemed not that important.

Moreover, Luo Chen was quite tired of that atmosphere.

Hence, he left directly.

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The streets of North Hong City remained bustling and lively.

People were excitedly chattering about the matters of the Martial Arts tournament.

While Luo Chen was alone, silently walking along these bustling streets.

Weaving through the crowd, his pace neither hurried nor slow, seemingly out of place with the surrounding hubbub.

Though his heart felt joy over the recent victory, more prominently was a sense of contemplation and expectation for the future.

He passed through the crowd, arriving at a secluded garden in North Hong City.

This was his favorite place to visit, for its rare tranquility.

Luo Chen sat on a green stone, closed his eyes, began to recall the recent battle, every detail flashed through his mind like vivid images.

He began reflecting on his swordsmanship, pondering how better to wield his strengths in actual combat, how to find flaws in the opponent’s offensive.

He understood that each victory was not accidental, but the result of his ceaseless effort and progress.

Just then, a gentle voice interrupted his thoughts: "Luo Chen, indeed you are here."

Luo Chen opened his eyes, seeing an elder in a simple Taoist robe smiling at him.

This elder was a reclusive master in North Hong City named Yun Yi, whom Luo Chen had consulted multiple times on the way of martial arts.

"Senior Yun Yi, why have you come?"

Luo Chen stood up and respectfully saluted.

Yun Yi gently waved his hand, indicating Luo Chen not to be overly polite, then slowly said: "I heard you shone brilliantly in the Martial Arts tournament, came especially to see you."

"Your swordsmanship has greatly improved, I am pleased."

Luo Chen humbly replied: "It’s all thanks to senior’s guidance that the junior achieved anything."

Yun Yi smiled and then solemnly said: "Luo Chen, the path of Martial Arts is long and arduous, even though you’ve made certain achievements, never be arrogant, true masters grow through constant challenges."

Luo Chen listened attentively, internally noting Yun Yi’s words.

Yun Yi continued: "Here I have a sword manual, obtained during my younger days of traveling afar; it records some profound sword techniques and insights. I feel you are ready to learn these contents."

Hearing this, Luo Chen was shocked, he knew Yun Yi’s sword manual was no ordinary thing, obtaining such inheritance was undoubtedly a great opportunity for him.

Yun Yi took out a yellowed Ancient Tome from his bosom, handed it to Luo Chen: "After you return, study well, but remember, Sword Dao cultivation places emphasis on heart and character, never be greedy for more or rush."

Luo Chen received the sword manual with both hands, solemnly nodding: "Junior will keep it in mind."

Yun Yi nodded, turned and left, leaving Luo Chen alone in the garden, filled with anticipation for the future and a dedicated pursuit of Sword Dao.

Luo Chen returned to his residence, impatiently opened the sword manual, carefully reading page by page.

The contents of the sword manual were profound and difficult, but Luo Chen, relying on his solid foundation and deep love for Sword Dao, gradually comprehended the essence within.

Day after day, under the guidance of the sword manual, Luo Chen continuously cultivated and understood, his swordsmanship became increasingly perfected, and his understanding of Sword Dao deepened. He began attempting to integrate the sword techniques from the manual into his own swordsmanship, creating his unique style of Sword Dao.

"Sword Dao always requires innovation."

"What will my Sword Dao be?"

"Fast? Heavy? Steady? Or perhaps, absolute lethality?"

Luo Chen pondered this question repeatedly in his heart, starting to try various combinations of sword techniques, seeking the style most fitting to his Sword Dao.

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