Who let him join the Sword Sect?!-Chapter 456 - 290: Flying Sword Rides the Face, How to Lose?_2

Chapter 456: Chapter 290: Flying Sword Rides the Face, How to Lose?_2

It hasn’t budged.

And the system seemed to belatedly realize this, acting as if it were crashing, the interface freezing repeatedly, and then abruptly logging out with a ding.

When Zhang Ze re-entered, those talent charts, with their winding character growth paths, finally appeared. However, upon looking at those achievement events and the belatedly issued tasks, he always felt like it was a case of shooting the arrow first, then drawing the target.

After muttering about the stupid system, Zhang Ze accepted the rewards, then closed the system, no longer caring about the matter.

To him, if a person’s destiny could truly be predetermined by something, that would be the real oddity.

But to be fair, this Demon Sword Drunken Moon is quite handsome.

Zhang Ze looked at Chen Qin, dressed in black, seeming taller than when they first met, commanding several flying swords, resembling the Wine Sword Immortal.

Recalling the past, he suddenly felt a sense of his daughter growing up.

As the thought crossed his mind, Zhang Ze looked at Chen Qin with an increasingly benevolent expression, while internally feeling uneasy about Yellow Hair riding on ghost fire.

Until he remembered that he himself was Yellow Hair.....

Zhang Ze was momentarily bothered by himself, and in that distracted moment, Zhang Ze’s pace slowed slightly. Unaware, his straw hat was knocked off by Junior Sister’s sword.

"Good!" someone shouted from the stands.

The commentary from the commentator’s table never ceased, starting to concoct stories for this small performance mishap.

However, the commentators weren’t the elders from the Six Sects, but rather two folks from Thousand Mechanism Town who were called over to perform a cross-talk.

The elders, while they may have exceptional skills, mostly lacked eloquence, and it would seem beneath them to serve as commentators.

Thus, professionalism is crucial; such a public spectacle requires knowledgeable individuals.

The two chubby men babbled non-stop, reciting their concocted moves like a dish name chant, occasionally chatting about everyday anecdotes, then demeaning each other before bringing the topic back.

"I say Brother Sun, about the time you lost to women four times...."

"Alright, don’t speak of that, let’s talk about the competition. Brother Huang, who do you think will win?"

"Of course, it’s Junior Sister Chen. The straw hat was knocked off, how can you lose with flying swords on your face, tell me."

"Heh, not necessarily, how about we place a bet now?"

"Bet it is, who’s afraid..."

In the arena.

Having played enough, Chen Qin felt relaxed and content. She raised her hand, recalled the flying swords, and then solemnly said to Zhang Ze.

"Senior Brother, let’s be serious, I want to test your strength."

"I’ve always been serious." Zhang Ze bent down to retrieve the straw hat from the ground, replying casually.

"Then I’m going to get serious, be careful Senior Brother."

As soon as her voice fell, the previously normally flying sword now shot forward like a stream of light, leaving Zhang Ze no time to dodge, as the sword pierced through the straw hat in his hand, sword qi slicing it to pieces.

In that instant, Zhang Ze entered a Merging Spirit State, and upon seeing Zhang Ze execute the Spirit Fusion Technique, Chen Qin controlled the flying sword, releasing a second burst of sword qi.

Zhang Ze retreated several steps, reaching to touch his face.

The wound that had been opened just now had already healed under the restoration of spiritual qi.

Sword control requires talent, and Chen Qin is very talented; controlling swords is as natural and simple to her as breathing.

Zhang Ze looked at Chen Qin in amazement; he knew Junior Sister was skilled, but hadn’t anticipated just how adept she would be.

"Impressive indeed," Zhang Ze remarked.

"I already told you, don’t underestimate me, if you continue like this you’ll really lose, Senior Brother."

In the stands, Lily rubbed her eyes, "Did you see clearly?"

Li Yueqi tilted her head thoughtfully, "I didn’t catch how Xiaoqin made a move, but I’m pretty tough, should be able to handle that sword."

"Then one, two, three... twenty swords..." Lily counted but didn’t really keep track, she simply guessed a number.

"Not sure, haven’t tried it, but truth be told, I’m kind of curious to see."

Li Yueqi watched the two in the arena with a hint of eagerness.

Lily found these reckless ones to be somewhat deranged. If it were her, she would’ve hidden long ago, no way would she crash into a sword tip head-on.

In the arena.

After blocking several more swords, Zhang Ze gestured to pause, then exited the Merging Spirit State, subsequently taking out his Sword Box, retrieving the six flying swords contained within.

From the commentator’s table, Brother Huang spoke, "I told you, how can you lose with flying swords on your face, now one, two, three... however many swords, sure win."

"Don’t be hasty," Brother Sun pointed at Zhang Ze, "Having lots of swords is useless if you can’t hit them. Look at that little guy, he’s not moving and blocking all of them."

"What’s the point of blocking, you still can’t win." Brother Huang retorted, "You think everyone is like you, nicknamed the Cold Turtle. I tell you, back then losing to women four times was because of the turtle..."

"Shut up, let’s watch the match properly!"

...

Though Zhang Ze couldn’t hear the commentary, he wholeheartedly agreed with that viewpoint; being a turtle has no future.

"Li," Zhang Ze called out.

Li, who had been squatting at the side watching, immediately perked up upon hearing the call, transforming into a ray of golden light flying towards Zhang Ze.

Landing in Zhang Ze’s hand, Li transformed into a golden long sword, one made from spiritual qi.

Li also knows the Spirit Fusion Technique, which is adept at transformation. At this moment, assuming the form of a flying sword, it felt perfectly natural.

While in the Merging Spirit State, one cannot control swords, but can transform into a sword to be controlled by another.