70. Sword Control Technique
Such a ridiculous request, Gong Yiling hadn’t expected him to agree.
If he refused, she could use it as an excuse to decline this strange duel.
However…”You want me to seal both my hands and feet?”
The uncle, after a moment’s thought, actually nodded. “Alright. Let’s fight.”
“Huh?” Now it was Miss Gong’s turn to be stunned. “Are you sure?”
With his hands and feet sealed, he would be stuck in place, unable to attack with his hands… how was he supposed to fight?
Couldn’t she just run away?
Had this uncle really drunk himself silly?
“It’s just my hands and feet.”
The uncle, true to his word, placed the rusty sword in his mouth.
Gong Yiling was dumbfounded.
What… was he really going to fight with a sword in his mouth? How absurd…
“Are you ready?”
Seeing this, Miss Gong decided not to run.
He was just looking for a fight, and he had even agreed to her ridiculous condition. If she ran now, she would be a laughingstock.
She was a master, after all…
Thinking of this, Gong Yiling’s gaze sharpened, her aura condensing. Although she was unarmed, the nascent soul energy flowing through her hands indicated her resolve.
“Not bad.”
The uncle raised an eyebrow.
The next moment, Gong Yiling moved, her feet barely touching the ground. In a flash, she was before him, her two fingers forming a blade, striking towards his abdomen.
“Clang—”
A crisp sound echoed. The uncle, in a strange posture, blocked her attack.
And even more astonishingly, he released the sword from his mouth, then caught it again with a different grip.
It was like switching from a forehand to a backhand grip in an instant.
A counterattack!
Wary of him, Gong Yiling instinctively took a step back, then tilted her head to the side, a throwing knife flying past her, heading straight for the uncle’s forehead.
“Oh?”
He hadn’t noticed she had hidden such a weapon.
But even so, he casually flicked his head, deflecting the knife.
Of course, this was just a random attack. Miss Gong, seeing him block it, her movements became fluid.
Although there was a meter between them, she still reached out and poked at him.
“This is…” The uncle’s eyes narrowed, a thought forming in his mind.
Thousand Transformations?
“Clang—”
Although the sword returned to defend, Gong Yiling’s attack was too swift, and her target wasn’t him, but the sword.
Her finger blade transformed into a spear, striking true, and the sword was sent flying, embedding itself in the nearby stone wall.
“The sword is gone. You can’t stop me from leaving now.” Gong Yiling lowered her hands. “Or can you produce a second weapon? This sword doesn’t seem like much.”
“Eh…” The uncle shook his head. “This is a friend who has accompanied me for many years. It’s not just a weapon.”
“So you’re powerless now?”
Hearing this, the uncle burst out laughing. “Thousand Transformations, a thousand blades from a single finger. I never thought I’d see such a technique again. You’re a true prodigy, girl.”
“So…”
“Then.”
Before Gong Yiling could finish, the uncle spoke, and she felt a shiver. The rusty sword flew out on its own, heading straight for her face.
She instinctively blocked it, and the sword, instead of flying away, returned to the uncle’s side, hovering ten centimeters above the ground.
This was… Sword Control Technique?
In this world, Sword Control wasn’t an easy technique to master.
It required not only exceptional swordsmanship talent, but also a specific inner cultivation method and martial skills.
If she remembered correctly, the sect that practiced Sword Control was…
“Are you a cultivator from the Returning Heaven Sect?” Gong Yiling frowned. “The second-ranked sect in the Hundred Paths Mountain isn’t part of Qian Yue Academy. What are you doing here?”
“Why do you care?”
The uncle said nonchalantly, “Girl, the warm-up is over. The real duel begins now. Are you ready?”
Tsk…
Gong Yiling finally realized she had been played.
For someone who could use Sword Control, sealing their hands and feet was meaningless. Their technique didn’t require them.
And with the unpredictable factor of her opponent’s body removed, the pressure on her increased several times over.
The sword’s speed, power, and precision were all superior to hers, and the uncle didn’t even have to worry about defense.
He even taunted her by calling out his attacks—to a different location than where he actually struck.
After just a few minutes, she was covered in over a dozen minor cuts.
The injuries weren’t serious, but Miss Gong was fuming.
A high-level cultivator, bullying a child like her. Outrageous!
This anger made her ignore the pain, her movements becoming faster and faster.
Gradually, from being completely overwhelmed, she was able to defend, then even parry about seventy percent of the attacks. Without realizing it, she had become quite proficient in using her nascent soul power, combining it with the Thousand Transformations.
However, she soon noticed something.
The uncle’s taunts weren’t meaningless, nor were they a distraction.
He always struck the opposite of where he said he would, a hint… although the time between the hint and the attack was only half a second.
If she could match his speed… half a second was enough.
Finally, as the uncle casually said, “Left shoulder,” Gong Yiling moved instantly, turning to block the attack, her foot landing right on the previously deflected throwing knife.
In that instant, she kicked it out.
And her foot glowed with a dark gray light, her accumulated nascent soul power exploding.
She could do this!!!
