pertwk Chapter 5 Each Has a Name
Chapter 5 Each Has a Name
Seven days have passed since the martial arts competition, and the wind and snow on the top of Mount Hua are still falling, covering the thousands of peaks and valleys in a silvery white.
However, on the open space at the top of the mountain, the gray mountain body was exposed. After several days of fighting, the group's inner strength surged, and even the snow on the mountaintop melted.
The seven-day, seven-night sword duel had reached its final stage.
With a long roar, Hong Qi unleashed the most powerful move of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, "The Dragon Regrets," striking down on Zhao Yu's head. The palm wind whipped up a flurry of snowflakes, like an angry dragon rushing straight at Zhao Yu's face.
Compared to seven days ago, Hong Qi's palm strike was slightly weaker, but it was even more ferocious.
After seven days of competition, Hong Qi had clearly gained a lot.
At the same time, Huang Yaoshi swayed, his jade flute already put away, and his right hand unleashed a barrage of palm shadows, slashing diagonally from the left.
A few wisps of wind from the fingertips of the left hand pierced the air, condensing snowflakes into bullets and launching them—this was the exquisite technique of the Finger Flicking Divine Skill.
Duan Zhixing held two fingers together, his One-Finger Divine Skill held back but not released, remotely locking onto Zhao Yu's major acupoints.
Wang Chongyang drew his longsword, unleashing the Quanzhen Sword Technique. The sword light shone like autumn water and the vast sky, piercing straight towards Lin Chaoying.
Now it's a four-person team effort, and you can see that everyone has given it their all.
Zhao Yu remained calm upon seeing this, and lightly struck out with his left palm, using the "Yangguan Triple Strike" move from the Tianshan Six Yang Palms!
When the palm strike was first unleashed, it was as gentle as willow catkins. But upon contact with Hong Qi's fierce palm strike, it suddenly generated a triple counterforce, with yin and yang complementing each other, effectively neutralizing the overwhelming palm strike.
At the same time, his right palm flipped up, and the white rainbow palm force curved and straightened as it pleased, bypassing Huang Yaoshi's palm shadow and heading straight for his wrist.
Huang Yaoshi was startled and hurriedly withdrew his palm and changed his move, only to see Zhao Yu's fingers move slightly, turning his palm into a finger, not only catching the hidden weapon he had thrown, but also throwing it back.
It was a new martial art that Zhao Yu had just learned from his other self in the chaotic space: the hidden weapon technique of the Black Blood Divine Needle.
These few moves were swift and lightning-fast.
Lin Chaoying was not worried about the enemy behind her at all. Her long sword trembled slightly, and the sword light was just like a plum blossom in winter, which blocked all of Wang Chongyang's paths.
She and Zhao Yu stood back to back, their postures and steps were exactly the same, and even their breathing was completely synchronized.
A single glance, a single gesture, and you know what the other person is thinking.
Zhao Yu attacks the enemy's left, while Lin Chaoying defends the right; Lin Chaoying's sword points to the upper body, while Zhao Yu's palm force already covers the lower body.
The Tianshan Plum Blossom Hand technique is incredibly versatile, neutralizing all the weapons and fists of the four men.
The Tianshan Six Yang Palm is light and graceful, with continuous and uninterrupted palm force.
Bai Hong's palm strikes are even more unpredictable, often attacking from unexpected angles.
In addition, Lin Chaoying's swordsmanship was exquisite, and the two of them together were like an impenetrable wall, no matter how fiercely the four attacked, they could not cross the line.
After exchanging over a hundred more blows, Wang Chongyang first feinted with his sword and jumped out of the circle.
He sheathed his sword and sighed deeply, "So be it, so be it!"
Hong Qi withdrew his palm strike, wiped the snow from his face, and laughed heartily, "This beggar has fought his whole life, but I've never felt so exhilarated! Young Zhao, how did you manage to cultivate such martial arts at your age? Truly remarkable!"
Huang Yaoshi snorted, his face showing arrogance, but he put away his jade flute and said nothing more.
Duan Zhixing took three steps back, looking at Zhao Yu with a complicated expression, and sighed softly, "Your Highness's skills are truly remarkable; I humbly admit defeat."
The four people stood at the four corners, all looking at the two figures standing side by side in the center of the field.
The heavy snow fell on their shoulders, but it did not shake their posture in the slightest.
Zhao Yu gently held Lin Chaoying's hand. She tilted her head slightly, her eyes filled with a tenderness that only he could see.
"Clang~~~"
Lin Chaoying sheathed her sword, her face slightly flushed, and she was panting lightly, clearly indicating that she had exhausted both her internal energy and physical strength.
On the other hand, Zhao Yu, whose two selves had merged, had all-around benefits. After fighting for seven days, he not only showed no signs of fatigue, but was even more energetic.
Wang Chongyang stepped forward, took out an oilcloth package from his bosom, and solemnly handed it to Zhao Yu.
The package was unwrapped layer by layer, revealing a yellowed booklet with the four large characters "Nine Yin Manual" written on the cover.
"Brother Zhao."
After seven days of fighting, Wang Chongyang subtly changed how he addressed Zhao Yu.
Wang Chongyang said in a deep voice, "I risked my life to obtain this true scripture in order to quell the conflicts in the martial world. Today, in this sword duel, you and Miss Lin combined your skills, and even the four of us working together were helpless against you. You are undoubtedly the number one in the world!"
"As agreed before the war, this true scripture should be kept by you."
Upon hearing Wang Chongyang's words, the other three instinctively turned their gazes to the Nine Yin Manual.
Immediately, the group looked away, for they had their own principles and would not covet the item.
Zhao Yu took the sacred scripture; it felt heavy in his hand.
He glanced at Lin Chaoying beside him, then at the four masters before him, and said in a deep voice, "Rest assured, Master Chongyang, now that I have obtained the true scripture, I will take good care of it and will never let it circulate in the martial world again, causing conflict."
Wang Chongyang nodded with satisfaction: "That's excellent."
Placing the Nine Yin Manual in his robes, Zhao Yu glanced at the four people before him and said with a smile, "Master Chongyang, now that the sword competition is over, and you are all martial arts masters rarely seen in the world, why not each adopt a name and spread it throughout the martial world? Perhaps a hundred years from now, our Mount Hua sword competition can be regarded as a grand gathering of the martial world."
"Name..."
The other four were intrigued and became interested.
The four masters are all in their prime, with only Wang Chongyang being slightly older, but compared to his martial arts skills, he is not considered old.
They're all at an age where they're striving for success, so who could refuse Zhao Yu's suggestion?
Seeing that the others were interested, Zhao Yu continued, "Master Chongyang's Daoist temple is located in Guanzhong, and it's a legitimate branch of the Xuanmen sect. In my opinion, why not name it 'Western Xuan'?"
Upon hearing this, Hong Qi clapped his hands and exclaimed, "Excellent! Excellent! west Xuan, truly deserving of the name!"
As per the original story, Zhao Yu then named the other three people in turn, and naturally no one objected.
After he finished speaking, Emperor Duan Zhixing of the South smiled and said, "But what names should Brother Zhao and Lady Lin be given?"
Everyone looked at Zhao Yu and Lin Chaoying.
Huang Yaoshi, the Eastern Heretic, pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "Brother Zhao comes from the Zhao Song imperial family, a noble of the land, and should be considered 'middle' in the name. Both of you possess unparalleled martial arts skills and deep affection, like two shining gems. In my opinion, how about we call them 'The Two Jades of the Middle'?"
Upon hearing this, everyone cheered.
"The Twin Jewels of China! What a fine name!" Hong Qi, the Northern Beggar, exclaimed loudly. "Huang Yaoshi, the Eastern Heretic; Wang Chongyang, the Western Mystic; Duan Zhixing, the Southern Emperor; Hong Qi, the Northern Beggar; and Zhao Yu and Lin Chaoying, the Twin Jewels of China! Today's Mount Hua Sword Tournament will surely make them famous throughout the world!"
The heavy snow continued to fall, but it couldn't dampen the lively atmosphere on the mountaintop.
Zhao Yu held Lin Chaoying's hand and stood atop Mount Hua, watching the sea of clouds churning and the mountains undulating.
He knew that from this moment on, the history of Shooting the Eagle had been completely rewritten.
And Zhao Yu will personally create a future that belongs to him alone!