Chapter 916: Sword and Man as One

lieve him, after all, even Sun Simiao, the head of the Imperial Medical Bureau, couldn't cure her illness. How could a man in his early twenties possibly heal her"Suzhen, you tell Mr. Chen about your...Then, the sharp energy struck Chen Ping like a blade.

A sound of metal clashing, the force of the impact striking Chen Ping's body, caused bursts of fire to erupt and then vanish.

Such terrifying power failed to break through Chen Ping's defenses, inflicting any damage on him.

"How is this possible"

Watanabe Ichiro's heart was deeply shaken.

Similarly astonishing was Anna in the audience. She had originally thought that Chen Ping going on stage was a sure death, but what she saw before her eyes forced Anna to reconsider Chen Ping.

Andrew's mouth hung wide open in disbelief. He couldn't believe his eyes. This little guy, Chen Ping, had actually withstood Ichiro Watanabe's attack unharmed! It was simply unbelievable.

"Good job, Instructor Chen!"

"Instructor Chen is awesome, beat them..."

"Beat him, Teacher Chen, beat him hard!"

The members of the Hufa Pavilion, seeing this, all shouted excitedly.

"What kind of martial arts is this that you can withstand my attack without a scratch"

With a cold expression, Watanabe Ichiro asked Chen Ping.

"Do you really think you need any techniques to deal with you Your attacks are like tickling me. I suggest you pick up your sword instead!"

Chen Ping twitched the corner of his mouth slightly and said with disdain.

Just moments ago, Watanabe Ichiro was brimming with arrogance and disdain, but now he's being looked down upon.

Such a blow! Yes, Watanabe Ichirō roared.

"I don't believe it!"

Watanabe Ichiro roared, once again lashing out at Chen Ping with a ferocious palm strike. This time, the force was even more savage and intense, like a whirlwind, instantly sweeping across the entire stage.

The terrifying energy caused the air on the stage to seem as if it had been instantly sucked away. Chen Ping's body slowly detached from the stage in this terrifying energy, his feet hanging in mid-air.

Chen Ping's body lifted off the stage higher and higher, the terrifying cyclone of Qi directly enveloping him. Those razor-sharp strands of Qi began to relentlessly attack Chen Ping's body.

The sound of clanging metal echoed through the air, everyone's eyes fixed on Chen Ping. However, at this moment, his figure began to blur and fade.

Just then, suddenly within the whirlwind of energy, there flickered a red glow. Following that, the light flared brilliantly, like the sudden eruption of a sun.

"Slash!"

Chen Ping held the Zhulong Sword in his hand and slashed fiercely in front of him.

Click!

A sharp sound echoed through the air, and before anyone could react, the surging vortex of energy was cleaved in two by Chen Ping's blade. As the energy vortex dissipated, Chen Ping's body slowly descended to the ground.

Chen Ping's Dragon Slaying Sword blazed with fierce flames. The red blood flowing on the blade fueled the fire, making it burn even brighter.

"Man and sword as one"

When Watanabe Ichiro saw this, his eyes widened in disbelief.

"Now, am I worthy of you unsheathing your sword"

Chen Ping spoke, his figure flickering as he brandished the Dragon-Slaying Sword and appeared before Watanabe Ichiro. The Dragon-Slaying Sword in his hand slashed down, its scorching flames causing Watanabe Ichiro to feel his skin sizzling.

Facing Chen Ping's sword, Watanabe Ichiro was no longer arrogant and contemptuous as he was at the beginning. He directly reached out and grabbed his sword hilt, pulling it out with a sudden force.

Watanabe Ichiro's sword, like a shooting star, unsheathed in an instant. The blade, thin as a cicada's wing, emanated a chilling cold.

A deafening roar erupted as the two blades clashed with a sickening impact.

At the moment their blades touched, Chen Ping and Watanabe Ichiro both stepped back, creating distance between them.

This touch made them realize each other's strength, and both of their wrists were throbbing with pain.

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