coobybook Chapter 67 Sword Appreciation Tournament 3
Chapter 67 Sword Appreciation Tournament 3
There were about a dozen people on the stage, and everyone used their best skills in order to personally test their chance to become the young master.
Various weapons appeared one after another, and the clanging and clashing sounds made the battle seem like a chaotic dance of demons, quite a lively spectacle.
A short while later, someone fell off the stage. Wu You pointed at the person and said, "I think he has pretty good leg skills and is quite strong. How come he was the first one to fall off?"
Fang Duobing said from the side, "That one is from the Iron Legs School. He's famous for his legs and specializes in leg skills. Look how small the platform is, yet there are so many people on it. I suppose he couldn't use his strengths effectively, which is why he was knocked down."
When someone is knocked down, someone else rushes in to fill the gap.
"What about that one? I thought his lightness skill was pretty good, how did he get knocked down?"
"That one is from the Xingyi school. He mainly focuses on mastering light footwork, but his hand skills are a bit lacking. If someone grabs one of his legs on stage, he can't fly anymore, so he's naturally at a disadvantage."
"Look at that one, it's lying on the ground like a toad, its mouth bulging."
"That's the Toad Kung Fu. It's so crowded that it's hard to even stand up there. There's no room for him to lie down on the ground."
"Look at that hand, it's like a snake, twisting and turning, at such a tricky angle."
"And why is that weapon an umbrella?"
"Isn't that huge iron hammer he's holding heavy?"
"This whip looks really good; one lash and a whole bunch of people fall down."
This was the first time Wu You had ever seen people from the martial arts world fighting like this. He found it strange and thought Wu You was like someone who had never seen the world before, carrying a book of 100,000 Whys.
Fang Duobing explained everything he knew to Wu You.
Wu You asked curiously, "How do you know so much? Where did you find out?"
Fang Duobing proudly raised his head: "Their martial arts moves are all recorded in the Wanru Book. As for their weaknesses, I found them in other books."
"Lend me those books later so I can read them too. That way, if I encounter them, I can use their weaknesses to fight back."
"No problem, no problem. I'll have Li'er tidy it up and give it to you later."
"Where would that whip-cracking guy rank on the list of ten thousand people?"
"Although that whip was swung quite well, it could have been avoided with the right approach. He's ranked around seven or eight hundred on the list of ten thousand men."
Seeing the two talking so excitedly, Li Lianhua reminded them, "The time for one incense stick is almost up. Those who want to go, hurry up and go up."
Wu You and Fang Duobing looked down at the incense stick. More than half of the long incense stick had burned away, leaving only about a quarter of it.
For a moment, they were so engrossed in their conversation that they forgot everything else. On the stage, only the two of them were truly engaged in combat, and Fang Duobing charged forward, wielding the Erya sword.
The two remaining on the stage were among the most skilled martial artists here. However, after a fierce battle, both were exhausted and were clinging to their last breath, hoping to defeat the other and become the victor.
Seeing Fang Duobing approach, the two exchanged a glance, and then, in the midst of their fierce fight, they joined forces to attack Fang Duobing.
They were about to win, so how could they allow this newcomer to steal their glory?
Fang Duobing was attacked by the two of them together, and for a while, he was unable to defend himself.
Wu You was somewhat worried about Fang Duobing's illness.
Li Lianhua reassured him, "Don't worry, Fang Duobing will win."
Sure enough, although the two on the stage were skilled in martial arts, they had been fighting for a long time and were severely exhausted. Fang Duobing, on the other hand, had just gone up and was in good physical condition. Moreover, Fang Duobing himself was exceptionally talented.
After several rounds of fighting, Fang Duobing finally knocked the two off the stage.
Seeing that there were no other opponents on the stage, Fang Duobing leaped up, grabbed the red ribbon above, and then landed gracefully back on the stage.
The moment Fang Duobing landed, the incense stick that had been holding the timer finally burned out and broke.
"The fragrance fades, the fallen flowers have found their owner."
"Good!" A round of applause rang out, and Fang Duobing won first place in this competition.
"Young Master Fang, you may now test your skills with the Young Master Sword."
Fang Duobing first ran off the stage and handed the Erya sword in his hand to Li Lianhua: "Here, Li Lianhua, you hold this for me first."
He then casually stuffed the red silk into Wu You's hand, saying, "This is for you." Before the two could say anything more, he ran off onto the stage.
"You..." Why are you giving me this? Wu You asked, puzzled.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone present, Fang Duobing took the Junior Master Sword from the sword rack and slowly drew it from its sheath.
All that was heard was a clear "clang," and a flash of cold light appeared in front of Fang Duobing, and the Junior Master Sword reappeared before everyone's eyes.
Looking at the young master's sword in his hand, Fang Duobing felt a little emotional. He had been searching for his master, Li Xiangyi, whom he had only met once, for a long time but had not found him. Yet, he found his sword first.
With this precious sword in hand, and who knows when I'll get it again, it would be a shame not to fight it off after winning first place.
Fang Duobing originally wanted to use Li Xiangyi's Thirty-Six Drunken Swords, which he had recorded in his miscellaneous books by people in the martial arts world, but after thinking about it, he gave up the idea.
Although he had practiced, he had never received proper instruction, so he decided not to tarnish Li Xiangyi's reputation by showing off his skills and instead chose the basic sword techniques he was most familiar with.
Fang Duobing walked to the center of the platform, began his stance, thrust, flicked, raised, chopped, spun, jumped, thrust down, parried... and finished, sheathing the Shaoshi sword.
Every movement was crisp, powerful, and incredibly skillful, as if it had been achieved through countless days and nights of practice.
"Good." Everyone applauded. Even the two people who had been knocked off the stage by Fang Duobing, who were originally somewhat unconvinced, genuinely applauded after seeing Fang Duobing's martial sword.
I hadn't practiced those basic sword techniques for a long time, and my movements were a bit rusty. I couldn't imagine that someone could actually use them so skillfully. They must have worked very hard.
Even Li Lianhua exclaimed, "Fang Xiaobao has put in so much effort that many people have never seen in order to stand up and pick up the sword."
Even Di Feisheng said, "This kid's martial arts talent, coupled with his hard work, will surely lead to great achievements."
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Wu You: Now, let's hear from Fang Duobing about his feelings on winning first place and being chosen to participate in the Junior Master's Sword Trial.
Fang Duobing: First of all, I want to thank my family. It is their tireless companionship that has given me the time and energy to fight the disease.
Secondly, I want to thank my master, Li Xiangyi. It was one of his words that inspired me and forced me to stand up and become his disciple.
Once again, I want to thank...
Wu You: Okay, I know you want to thank your friends who like you, and they will receive it. Now we will perform your show on stage, which everyone enjoys watching.
Fang Duobing: Thank you all for your support.
To begin... uh, Master Shao's sword isn't here, I'll perform it for you next time.