CHAPTER 274: CHAPTER 202 NOT KNOWING HOW TO APPRECIATE

Unappreciative

More importantly, this person is acknowledged as the top three among inner sect disciples in sword control skill.

This kid definitely has spirit medicine that rapidly restores spiritual power, quite generous.

"Admit defeat, my basic sword control skill has reached perfection, we’re not on the same level," the elder said indifferently, looking at Small Knife.

"I will win," Small Knife replied.

"Overestimating yourself," the elder snorted coldly.

A streak of green light flashed, the wood attribute flying sword shot off at supersonic speed, as if it had a spirit of its own.

It’s also a junior-level magical artifact, yet it’s three times faster than Small Knife’s.

Stronger by a bit is already overwhelming, let alone being three times faster; other aspects are also greatly improved, particularly in flexibility.

A moment later, Small Knife fell into a disadvantage, unable to defend, and couldn’t protect his main body.

The opponent didn’t seize the chance to attack Small Knife directly but targeted Small Knife’s flying sword, striking it repeatedly, forcing it back.

It was clear he wanted to use sword control skill to teach Small Knife a lesson, to show him the gap between them.

This is the right of the strong.

Thus, Small Knife himself was safe, but the increasingly evident disadvantage made him very uncomfortable.

So, Small Knife erupted repeatedly, doubling the exhaustion of his spiritual qi, yet the disadvantage wasn’t reversed.

Instead, the flying sword in the air was constantly hit, growing harder to resist.

Nothing special, the gap was simply too large.

Small Knife couldn’t hit the opponent’s flying sword even once.

The opponent’s flying sword moved like a spiritual snake, whereas Small Knife’s appeared cumbersome, completely not at the same level, such is the difference between minor achievement and perfection.

This led to mocking laughter periodically rising from below the stage.

However, Small Knife was undeterred, because in such a battle, his proficiency in minor achievement advanced rapidly, reaching thirty-four percent in this short time.

"If you don’t concede, your flying sword will be destroyed," the elder declared coldly as time passed.

Small Knife still ignored him.

"Insolent," a sinister smile appeared on the elder’s face.

Swish!

Huh, one strike actually missed.

Drip: Congratulations, your basic sword control skill has reached great success.

Small Knife smiled.

Boom!

"Sword control actually improved to minor achievement? Unfortunately, it’s still not enough," the elder got slightly more serious.

Instantly, Small Knife’s flying sword was hit again, with a mournful cry, it flew directly back towards Small Knife, its luster dim, a slight crack appeared on the blade.

Goodness, continuous attacks all concentrated on one point, causing such damage, injuring the flying sword.

The elder stood there proudly, full of immortal qi, silent, waiting for his opponent to concede.

Small Knife caught the barely returning flying sword.

Directly stored it in his personal space.

With a stretch of the hand, a second junior-level magical artifact, an earth attribute flying sword appeared in his hand.

This was a backup, long ago refined, made out of boredom.

However, he had quite a few magical flying swords in his possession, only two of which were earth attribute.

Immediately, his flying sword shot off.

The elder was momentarily stunned, instinctively blinked, full of disbelief.

A small early stage of qi cultivation, with abysmal sword control skill, requiring two junior-level magical artifact flying swords?

What is happening?

Even at qi cultivation advanced, one couldn’t control two flying swords to attack simultaneously.

No one would prepare backups, with such wealth, wouldn’t one prepare defensive magical artifacts, spirit pills, or enhance power?

It’s like not eating lunch in the afternoon, having two meals at midday, what a fool.

So not only he, but many of the disciples below the stage were also dumbfounded for a moment.

"Haha! Interesting," the elder laughed, the flying sword shot off at supersonic speed to intercept.

The two flying swords in the air clashed like two spirit snakes.

Clearly, having reached minor achievement, Small Knife fell into a disadvantage, his flying sword far from matching the opponent’s in speed and flexibility.

Only slightly stronger than before.

Thus, it was still repeatedly hit on the blade, mostly at the same spot, but at least could avoid a few strikes now.

As time went on.

Small Knife’s great success proficiency in sword control skill finally exceeded fifty percent.

The speed was extraordinarily exaggerated.

Yet, with a mournful cry, Small Knife’s flying sword was wrecked again, its luster dimming as it fell, barely landing in Small Knife’s hand.

The opponent wasn’t in a rush to attack, instead calmly said, "You treat me as a sparring partner, very well, if you can bring out a third flying sword, I’ll oblige."

Although he spoke thus, he understood, preparing a third backup was impossible.

But then he was dumbfounded.

"No, impossible?"

Heaven, the sounds of astonishment arose from below.

Even the referee opened his mouth, glanced at this oddity an extra time.

Wouldn’t defensive magical artifacts be better? Preparing three flying swords? Can you even use them?

This clearly invites being robbed and murdered.

Hence, because Small Knife stored his damaged flying sword, another earth attribute junior-level magical artifact flying sword shot off.

Don’t misunderstand, he didn’t have a third.

Only the first was stored in personal space.

The flying sword was surrounded by traces of earth attribute spiritual qi.

In this space, absorbed by the flying sword, it actually restored to a perfect state.

This was unexpected for Small Knife.

He only discovered it when he retrieved his damaged flying sword.

The elder moved his lips, wanting to simply defeat his opponent, but having spoken so rashly earlier, doing so now would be slapping his own face.

"I refuse to believe you still have a fourth magical artifact flying sword," the elder gritted his teeth, losing all demeanor, focusing intently to begin sword fighting.

Became even more earnest.

This accelerated Small Knife’s proficiency growth even more.

A mournful cry sounded, Small Knife’s third flying sword was damaged.