Chapter 5272

“Your foundation is good, but your sword control technique relies too much on the burst of spiritual energy, lacking some of the agility that a swordsman should have.”

Mo Chen would instruct Kai in the sword pavilion every afternoon.

He never demonstrated personally, but just sat on the bamboo couch, stroking a jet-black wooden sword in his hand, and occasionally pointing out the flaws in Kai’s sword practice.

“Look at this old bamboo.”

Mo Chen raised his hand and pointed at a bamboo outside the window that was bent by the strong wind. “When the wind comes, it bends; when the wind goes, it straightens. It seems weak, but in fact it is very resilient. The same should be true for a sword. Hardness cannot last long, and softness cannot be defended. Only by combining hardness and softness can one be able to move freely and flexibly.”

Kai looked intently and saw that the green bamboo in the strong wind seemed to be about to break at any time, but it could always bend slightly when the wind was at its strongest, reducing most of the force.

Suddenly, an idea came to him, and the Dragon Slaying Sword in his hand hummed. The originally strong and domineering sword moves suddenly became agile. The sword light swayed like the shadow of bamboo, sometimes piercing straight like the tip of a bamboo shoot breaking through the ground, and sometimes slashing horizontally like a bamboo leaf sweeping the wind.

“Well, that’s interesting.”

Mo Chen’s eyes flashed with approval. “The way of the sword has no fixed rules. Those who are trapped in the techniques are craftsmen, and those who fully understand the principles of the sword are masters. Your previous swordsmanship was too obsessed with ‘slashing’, but you forgot that the sword can also ‘entangle’, ‘circle’, and ‘disarm’.”

As he spoke, he snapped his fingers and a bronze sword beside the bamboo couch rose into the air and turned into a stream of light that shot towards Kai.

This sword seemed slow, but it blocked all of Kai’s angles of evasion.

Kai’s heart trembled, and he subconsciously wanted to block it with brute force, but suddenly he remembered Mo Chen’s words, and with a sharp turn of his wrist, the Dragon Slaying Sword wrapped around the bronze sword like a spirit snake.

He slid lightly along the sword’s spine and actually diverted the force of the bronze sword to the side. At the moment the two swords crossed, he turned his wrist again, and the blade was pointing directly at the hilt of the bronze sword.

“Ding!” The bronze sword fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Kai stood there in a daze. The realization he had just had was like an epiphany. He felt the spiritual power in his body surge, and the bottleneck of the seventh level of the Scattered Immortal Realm was shattered. An even more powerful force filled his limbs and bones – the eighth level of the Scattered Immortal Realm!

“Breakthrough?” Hu Mazi was watching from the side, stunned. “It’s only been a few days, Kai, your cultivation speed is simply inhuman!”

Mo Chen stood up, walked over to Kai, and for the first time, he smiled with satisfaction: “Not bad, you understood it immediately. Your understanding is much better than mine back then.”

At this moment, a Sword Sect disciple hurried into the courtyard, shouting excitedly, “Big Brother! Master Mo Chen! The once-a-century Sword Saint City Swordsmanship Tournament is about to begin! All the major sects are signing up!”

Kai’s mind moved, and he asked, “What is this swordsmanship competition?”

The disciple of the Sword Sect explained the sword competition to Kai.

“Swordsmanship tournament?” Hu Mazi rubbed his hands. “Sounds like a lively event. Kai, shall we go and join in?”

Kai looked at Mo Chen, but saw that he frowned slightly, and seemed not to be enthusiastic, and he didn’t know why.

A few days later, the news of the swordsmanship conference spread throughout the Sword Saint City. All major sects signed up one after another, and even some sword cultivation families thousands of miles away sent people to attend.

The disciples of the Sword Sect could not hold back any longer. Ling Xue and several other core disciples even approached Mo Chen and begged him to participate.

“Master, this is a once-in-a-century opportunity. Even if we can’t get a ranking, we can still see the swordsmanship of other sects!” Ling Xue said earnestly.

Mo Chen was silent for a long time, and finally shook his head: “Your strength is still shallow. This conference is full of hidden talents. Many sects will do anything to gain a rank. Going up will only lead to your death in vain.”

“But…” Ling Xue wanted to argue, but was interrupted by Mo Chen.

“Especially the Divine Sword Villa,” Mo Chen’s voice deepened. “They have a long-standing grudge against our Sword Sect. Their disciples are known for being ruthless and merciless. If we encounter them at the conference, they will show no mercy.”