Chapter 183
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One by one, they all stepped forward, with Tang Chuyi following curiously.
At that moment, Ye Wushuang summoned a long sword into his hand, still the same ordinary yellow-quality spirit sword.
“Elder Tang!”
Ye Wushuang smiled and said, “If Elder Tang can discern how many layers of swordsmanship essence are contained in this single strike of mine, I will willingly become your disciple. How about that?”
Upon hearing this, Tang Chuyi immediately understood.
Ye Wushuang was implying that Tang Chuyi was not qualified enough to take him on as a disciple!
It was clear that he intended to test Tang Chuyi’s abilities.
Tang Chuyi laughed heartily and said, “Very well, very well, very well!”
As a grandmaster of sword intent and a peak Yuanfu realm powerhouse, could he possibly be intimidated by the examination of a mere youth in the physical training stage?
Beside them, Qing Shiyu, holding a drumstick, curled her lips and muttered, “What an arrogant fellow.”
At that moment, Ye Wushuang, with the long sword in hand, seemed to merge with the weapon in an instant.
Then, with a step forward, he gathered what seemed like millions of forces within his body, converging them into the sword, and with a simple thrust, he struck out.
Yet, as the sword pierced through the air, it seemed to unleash a hundred sword auras in an instant.
These auras were like boulders crashing, waterfalls plummeting, clouds drifting, and waves surging—a single strike with a thousand variations!
The onlookers, witnessing this strike, felt an endless aftertaste and profound mystery, yet they could not pinpoint what exactly made it so mesmerizing…
At this moment, Tang Chuyi’s expression changed dramatically. His eyes brightened, then dimmed, followed by confusion, and soon he furrowed his brows…
To the others, Tang Elder’s shifting expressions were as inscrutable as the sword strike itself.
After a long while, Tang Chuyi finally spoke slowly.
“Th-this…”
He could only utter the word “this,” and then his face turned ashamed. He suddenly clasped his hands and said, “I have been overconfident.”
With those words, Tang Chuyi took a step forward and left.
Huh?
At this moment, everyone was even more bewildered.
“Old Tang, why are you running away?”
Qing Shiyu hurriedly chased after him, still holding her drumstick.
Outside the Ye Mansion.
Tang Chuyi walked along the street, his fingers forming a sword gesture, constantly trying to replicate Ye Wushuang’s strike, but no matter how he attempted it, it just felt wrong.
“Old Tang, what’s wrong with you?”
Qing Shiyu caught up and asked, “Aren’t you taking on disciples anymore? Ye Wushuang may be a bit arrogant, but he has great talent. Are you really not taking on disciples?”
“Old Tang, why aren’t you responding to me?”
“Old Tang…”
“Little Shiyu!”
At that moment, Tang Chuyi suddenly grabbed Qing Shiyu’s greasy hand and exclaimed in surprise, “This Ye Wushuang is truly a once-in-a-generation genius among swordsmen!”
“Did you see that strike? The essence it contained seemed like one, yet also a hundred, and yet it appeared to have endless variations!”
Tang Chuyi said excitedly, “I truly couldn’t discern how much essence was in that strike.”
“This young man… I am truly not qualified to teach him!”
“Perhaps, within the entire Qingyun Empire, no one is qualified to teach him swordsmanship.”
With that, Tang Chuyi shook his head, turned around, and left, still occasionally forming a sword gesture with his fingers, reminiscing about Ye Wushuang’s strike.
At that moment, the drumstick in Qing Shiyu’s hand fell unconsciously to the ground, leaving her stunned.
“Is this guy’s talent really that strong?”
“Ah!”
Looking at the drumstick on the ground, Qing Shiyu’s face was filled with regret: “It’s all your fault, my drumstick fell again!”
She felt reluctant to let it go, yet also thought it was dirty. In the end, she still picked up the drumstick and hurriedly followed Tang Chuyi…
It’s not a big deal; it can still be eaten after washing!
Meanwhile, on the other side, inside the Ye Mansion.
Everyone sat down again. Wang Xueqi looked at Ye Wushuang in amazement and said, “I didn’t expect that even with Elder Tang wanting to take you as his disciple, you could resist the temptation!”
