Fellow Daoist! That scoundrel has written a new book again.

Chapter 297 Sword Technique Name

Before the novel "The Fake Heiress" was published, the "Fallen Leaves Inviting Autumn" contest had already stirred up a storm.

On that day, many people rushed over upon hearing the news.

Xu San'er had already taken care of everything, including expressing his respect to the elder guarding the battle arena, contributing magical artifacts to shield everyone's view, and properly allocating the surrounding stall locations...

The bulk of the money was spent on gifts for the elders guarding the battle arena.

There have been quite a few challenges issued these days, and the elders are rarely this busy. Xu San'er is worried that something unexpected might happen on the dueling stage, and that the elders might either be unintentional or simply give perfunctory responses out of impatience.

Just in case!

In fact, Elder Wu, who was guarding this place, was quite curious about Zhu Wuyao's behavior.

Elder Wu had no moral inclinations; he was the typical person who was indifferent to the situation and just wanted to watch the show.

Although Elder Wu knew that Zhu Wuyao had a bad reputation and that many of the claims were true, he believed that this was just how the cultivation world was, and there was no such thing as one taking advantage of the other.

If everyone upholds morality like this, what's the point of cultivation?

Similarly, if someone dislikes Zhu Wuyao and targets him, he won't care.

We can't let her reap all the benefits while Zhaixinglou takes all the risks.

Although he had volunteered for the job of guarding the battle arena to watch the excitement and had no intention of bending the law for personal gain, he still accepted the "benefits" that Xu San'er offered him as a matter of course.

There's no reason to refuse!

Zhu Wuyao was already standing on the arena.

She stood with her sword in hand, looked at the crowd, and asked in a loud voice:

"Who has the courage to be the first?"

"I come!"

A strange cultivator holding a folding fan leaped in front of Zhu Wuyao. Judging from his clothes, he was from a noble family. She not only had spirit stones but also knowledge, so she knew that such an opportunity to exchange blows was rare, so how could she miss it?

"My name is Xiang Qiuyu, please!"

As Xu San'er used his magical artifact to obscure the view, a thick fog rose.

The scene on the battle stage could no longer be clearly seen by the crowd.

This item can be rented from the elders. After all, not everyone who is fighting wants to be watched by others, so the price is not high.

Currently, Elder Wu, who is stationed here, is the only one who can see the situation on the battle stage through the thick fog.

His eyes shone brightly as he looked at the two girls fighting on the stage.

Xiang Qiuyu, who was holding a fan, had already made her move, while Zhu Wuyao sheathed her spirit sword behind her back and stood motionless in place.

"Be careful!"

As Xiang Qiuyu gave a warning, countless bamboo skewers instantly spun out from the rapidly spinning folding fan, their sharp tips pointing straight forward.

Elder Wu raised an eyebrow slightly as he looked at Zhu Wuyao, who still hadn't made a move.

What kind of technique is this?

This is a critical moment, why are you still acting like a master?

However, in the next instant, he saw a black broken sword suddenly appear in Zhu Wuyao's right hand. Before this sword appeared, even with his cultivation level, he had not noticed it at all!

What kind of sword is this?

Elder Wu stared at the bladeless sword, feeling that it had nothing special about it, and could be summed up in two words: simple and unadorned.

Then, he saw the trajectory of the sword's swing.

There was no sword intent.

It was neither hard nor sharp nor soft nor skillful; it was just an ordinary action, like moving the sword from one place to another.

But it was precisely this that allowed them to break through the enemy's defenses and escape.

Elder Wu's gaze narrowed slightly; with his keen eyesight, he could naturally discern something astonishing in this otherwise ordinary scene.

Where the sword goes, that's how it should be.

This sword strike came before it was even drawn!

The bamboo slips and folding fans that attacked caused the encirclement to collapse, scattering within a few inches of the precarious ground in front of them.

It was as if defeat was already destined the moment the attack came.

Xiang Qiuyu put away her folding fan. She had seen the sword strike, but she didn't know what was strange about it. In fact, because Zhu Wuyao broke the deadlock so easily, she felt a little cheated.

Did she make a mistake when she launched her attack?

Is the direction wrong?

However, the challenge stated that Zhu Wuyao would only use one sword strike.

Although Xiang Qiuyu was completely confused and didn't understand, she didn't say anything more out of consideration for her pride.

She clasped her hands in a crisp and decisive gesture and said:

"I can't figure it out. If I'm lucky enough to receive another challenge, I'll fight again!"

Zhu Wuyao's bladeless sword dissipated.

He smiled and nodded.

After Xiang Qiuyu jumped off the stage, everyone immediately surrounded her.

"So? Is she just a fraud, trying to gain fame, or just bluffing?"

Xiang Qiuyu thought of that sword strike just now.

...I still haven't figured out the trick.

But to be honest, this sword strike did indeed break her attack, but it was too easy, making people wonder if the attacking posture was incorrect, which is why it was broken with a single sword strike.

It doesn't feel like a sophisticated sword technique at all.

It lacked any imposing presence and didn't allow Xiang Qiuyu to sense any sword intent.

She fell silent.

I began to reflect on whether I had been deceived, lacked understanding, or failed to seize the opportunity.

Seeing the expectant gazes of everyone, Xiang Qiuyu hesitated slightly before saying:

"It's hard to say, I don't know either."

Just as the group was talking, a second person came down from the stage, looking as confused as Xiang Qiuyu.

I have a feeling of doubting whether I've been fooled and also doubting my own understanding.

It looked like just an ordinary sword strike...

But the move was broken.

Faced with the crowd's persistent questioning, he shook his head with some difficulty and said:

"It cannot be spoken, it cannot be spoken."

Elder Wu, who had been observing the battle the whole time, noticed something. Why did this sword strike seem to be only for responding to the enemy and not for attacking?

It's as if this sword can only be wielded when the attack is upon you and you are facing a dead end.

He frowned slightly.

Logically, such a performance should be due to unfamiliarity with sword techniques.

Moreover, that bladeless sword seems to be in a somewhat unstable state. This is the third time it has been used, yet it is still able to make a cut.

How exactly did they do it?

Just then, the third person on the stage seemed to realize that he had been tricked. Zhu Wuyao had already finished his sword strike, and he was actually going to attack again.

Before Zhu Wuyao could even admit defeat and withhold the spirit stones, Elder Wu, the observer who knew the rules of the challenge, grew impatient.

With a flick of his sleeve, he threw the man off the fighting platform, saying in an unfriendly tone:

"Get off!"

Don't disturb me while I'm observing the sword.

Zhu Wuyao was somewhat surprised by this turn of events, and then felt a pang of heartache. Could they really withhold the deposit...?

He was deeply saddened by the passing of the sacred stone.

Zhu Wuyao heard Elder Wu's voice—

"Your sword strike is quite interesting. May I ask what it's called?"

Hearing the elder's evaluation, Xiang Qiuyu felt even more regretful. Indeed, there was another way to use this sword, but she lacked the comprehension!

What is the name of this sword strike?

Zhu Wuyao really hadn't thought of that.

Although it is taken from Qi Jianxian's "The Faces of All Beings", it has many differences, and the matter of the demon race is not easy to talk about.

Under Elder Wu's slightly curious gaze, Zhu Wuyao hesitated for a long time before finally coming up with a name on the spot.

"This sword technique is called—'Passive Strike'!"