My Super Beautiful Lady Boss-Chapter 644 - 635: Becoming a Disciple

Playing with swords was Yan Feitian’s specialty, and this time he was incredibly confident. It would be embarrassing if he couldn’t take down Su Xuan this time.

"Su Xuan, if you can handle even one of my moves, then you truly are skilled!"

Yan Feitian was arrogantly proud, but he had a reason to be—his successes with the Flying Sky Sword on the Martial World’s roads spoke for themselves. Since his debut, he had never been defeated.

The shimmering Flying Sky Sword was a legacy from his master, which Yan Feitian often bragged about.

"Su Xuan, if you can’t beat me, we can take a detour."

Qiuyue saw Yan Feitian holding the Flying Sky Sword with a formidable aura and worried that Su Xuan might be at a disadvantage.

Su Xuan, however, was very calm. Even though he only had a small dagger in his hand, taking a detour now would delay them even more. The road was right ahead; Yan Feitian might not even let them leave at this point.

When Su Xuan saw Yan Feitian draw his longsword, he smiled and said, "You just said that handling one of your moves would make me impressive? Today, I will not only handle one of your moves but ten!"

"What an arrogant brat. Are all young people these days this cocky?"

Yan Feitian laughed heartily, recalling that in the first round they fought unarmed, which allowed Su Xuan to take advantage. Now that both were armed, it was Yan Feitian’s moment to shine.

"You’re courting death!"

Whoom!

Yan Feitian, furious, couldn’t tolerate Su Xuan’s audacious words, and as even the most even-tempered person would, he launched an attack at Su Xuan.

Su Xuan, after all, was Su Xuan. With just a glance, he discerned the trajectory of the sword.

Even though Yan Feitian’s sword was swift, Su Xuan’s speed in dodging was not slow.

Crack, crack, crack!

Yan Feitian’s sword thrusts were extremely fast, reaching a rate of ten stabs per second.

Su Xuan discovered that Yan Feitian truly was a master swordsman. The sword flew with multiple changes, the techniques were tricky and unpredictable, not following conventional rules. Fortunately, Su Xuan’s reflexes were sharp, and even at high speed, he avoided getting hurt.

"How is it, are you disappointed?"

Su Xuan playfully said to Yan Feitian, who had claimed he could take Su Xuan down with one move. Now, several moves had passed, and Su Xuan was still unscathed.

"You! Damn it, I must kill you today."

Yan Feitian was shocked inwardly, marveling at Su Xuan’s strength. Yan Feitian had reached the Foundation Establishment stage, and he now speculated that Su Xuan might have attained the Dark Strength.

Su Xuan did have something in hand—a small knife, sufficient to fend off a few attacks temporarily.

The knife and Yan Feitian’s longsword created sparks as they met, which made Qiuyue tremble with fear. She had never faced such a perilous situation in her career as an assassin.

Su Xuan and Yan Feitian battled together. Although Su Xuan could parry Yan Feitian’s fierce attacks, defeating him was not an easy task.

Everyone has weaknesses, and every Kung Fu style has flaws. Yan Feitian’s attacks were watertight, and Su Xuan had yet to spot any flaws or weaknesses. Yan Feitian certainly was a consummate master of swordsmanship.

Yan Feitian was becoming increasingly anxious. He had assumed that Su Xuan only knew hand-to-hand combat, not expecting him to be an expert in swordsmanship as well. Yan Feitian had boastfully claimed that he could disable Su Xuan in one move, but now that seemed impossible.

If there were many spectators at this moment, Yan Feitian would have been mortified, considering his reputation in the Martial World. Struggling against an unknown junior like Su Xuan, others would surely laugh at him.

With these thoughts, Yan Feitian fought more fiercely, unleashing one sword strike after another, hoping to end the battle quickly.

If he could win, capturing Su Xuan and returning with him would greatly enhance his reputation in the Martial World due to this event and also fetch him a handsome reward from Li Tianming.

Considering these prospects, Yan Feitian’s motivation surged. Defeating Su Xuan would gain him wealth, honor, and immeasurable prestige.

Su Xuan, holding the small knife, had to adopt a defensive strategy and hadn’t started attacking yet, fearing that a single error could lead to defeat. He couldn’t afford to lose; the poison in Li Yuanyuan, Qiuyue, and his systems was not yet cured, and they had not found the Heavenly Mountain Snow Lotus. Dying was absolutely not an option.

Suddenly, Su Xuan sensed a change in the opponent’s sword!

It turned out that Yan Feitian had started his powerful move!

Su Xuan saw the opponent’s arm vibrate continuously, and the sword in Yan Feitian’s hand turned into a soft sword, adjustable in length, fluttering in the air like a ribbon. Su Xuan knew that although the soft sword seemed to lack force, a mere touch could result in a deep, bone-exposing cut—he had to be extremely careful.

Su Xuan also noticed that the soft sword was elongating, seemingly about to envelop him completely, damn, can it really do that? Today was an eye-opener for Su Xuan.

Su Xuan’s knife was gradually becoming overwhelmed, and the soft sword turned indefensible, aggressive like a greedy nine-headed serpent.

Qiuyue’s heart leapt to her throat, and Su Xuan was not faring much better. Although he had trained under Military God on Chifeng Mountain and faced life-threatening situations, none of those adversaries had been as tough as now.

Suddenly, Su Xuan’s knife began to fill with energy. While thinking earlier, he had unconsciously infused the knife with third-layer Power Transformation strength, turning it exceedingly hard. When it met the soft sword, it showed no sign of retreating.

"Right! Why don’t I infuse my cultivation power into the knife?"

Su Xuan had a revelation, realizing his forte was in cultivation. While Yan Feitian was a master with the sword, Su Xuan could channel his cultivation power into the small knife, making it invincible.

Thinking of this, Su Xuan began to mobilize the Power Transformation third layer from his cultivation, which in Huaxia Country was divided into Foundation Establishment, Dark Strength, Power Transformation, Divine Entry, and Ancestor Returning. Su Xuan was now at the third layer of Power Transformation, while Yan Feitian was at the fifth layer of Foundation Establishment, and using cultivation methods to suppress him was indeed the correct choice.

Yan Feitian was smugly pleased with himself because he had already seen how flustered Su Xuan appeared, which meant he was not far from defeat, hahahaha....

Just as Yan Feitian was about to burst out laughing, he suddenly felt like the soft sword in his hand had touched something extremely hard, as if a knife had struck a solid rock.

"What’s happening?"

Yan Feitian hurried to check and found that his soft sword had come into contact with the palm-sized Small Knife in Su Xuan’s hand, creating this strange sensation.

He couldn’t quite understand it, but the feeling in his hand grew stronger and even began to make his hand numb, which did not feel right.

Yan Feitian became somewhat frantic, as he had never encountered such a situation before; Su Xuan’s Small Knife, despite its superior material, could not possibly withstand the power of the soft sword.

"What on earth is going on?"

Yan Feitian racked his brains but couldn’t figure out what was happening, and he could only grip the soft sword tightly, trying his best to control it; but every time the soft sword and Su Xuan’s Small Knife clashed, his palm felt like it was tearing apart!

Ah!

Yan Feitian gripped the soft sword tightly, his hand trembling so much that it began to bleed.

At this moment, Su Xuan was at his most relaxed, channeling the third layer power of Power Transformation into the Small Knife, hardly exerting any force himself and merely focusing on defending and avoiding injury.

"If you really can’t hold on, just stop fighting, I’ll win in the end anyway,"

Su Xuan said kindly to Yan Feitian.

"Impossible, I won’t lose."

Yan Feitian was still stubborn, but the throb in his hand made it difficult for him to speak forcefully.

Qiuyue, seeing how relaxed Su Xuan was and knowing they were at an advantage, finally felt relieved.

"Since you’re not conceding, then I won’t be polite anymore."

After speaking, Su Xuan began to continuously channel the cultivation power within him into the Small Knife; previously, he had only used the power from Foundation Establishment to control the Small Knife, but now he was using the power from Power Transformation, directly bypassing the Dark Strength level!

Boom!

The soft sword could no longer withstand the intense impact from the Small Knife in Su Xuan’s hand, and with a boom, the soft sword shattered.

At the same time, Yan Feitian was thrown backward.

Su Xuan couldn’t believe he could be so powerful; he had never before realized that he could channel the power of cultivation into a weapon in his hand. It seems that Su Xuan had acquired a new skill and was ecstatic, contemplating whether he should apply for a Guinness World Record or something.

Thump!

Yan Feitian’s body fell straight down; the nearby ground was sandy. Oddly enough, there was a small desert near Everest, and though falling on it wasn’t very painful, this time, it was the impact from Su Xuan’s Small Knife that injured him.

Yan Feitian felt deeply chilled, he had never lost with his Flying Sky Sword, it was like a brother to him, even sleeping with it by his side at night. Yet today, it had exploded!

What was even more unbelievable was that the thing that caused the Flying Sky Sword to explode was a palm-sized Small Knife. Surely no one would believe this, but it was the truth.

Yan Feitian was lying on the ground devastated; he had used the Flying Sky Technique from his sword, a unique creation of his master from the past, an impressive skill even now, yet it had now been defeated by a Small Knife, how could Yan Feitian accept this?

"You’ve lost. Can we go now?"

Su Xuan walked over to the Yan Feitian lying on the ground and said.

Yan Feitian’s eyes were wide open, probably already dead with shame inside.

"Qiuyue, let’s go,"

Su Xuan called to Qiuyue to continue on their journey. He had thought that their opponents might get stronger later on, but surprisingly, this time it was mainly by outsmarting them, pumping his cultivation power into the Small Knife that that he had managed to turn the tables, showing that sometimes, one had to adapt in life.

Just as Su Xuan and Qiuyue were about to set off, Yan Feitian suddenly stood up, blocking their way forward.

"You’ve already lost, according to our earlier agreement, I win and you can’t interfere in my affairs anymore,"

Su Xuan told him, hoping he would not persist.

Qiuyue watched Yan Feitian in alarm, seeing from the recent duel that Yan Feitian was also a person of strength, but unfortunately Su Xuan’s deep cultivation gave no chance to the opponent.

Yan Feitian said something that surprised Su Xuan.

"Su Xuan, I want to become your disciple!"

Yan Feitian said earnestly, even though he was already over forty years old and Su Xuan was just in his early twenties. It was unheard of for an older man to ask a man over twenty years his junior to become a master.