Chapter 3: The Plaza Duel

  Shen Du's face was solemn, his long sword quivering in his hand, but he didn't release any sword energy, and the square was also completely still.

  Then he saw Shen Du in the center of the square, dancing with some basic sword moves, even the movements were not so smooth. After a slanting cut, he stood up straight, then made a horizontal slashing motion, and again stood up straight, making a slanting swing... So simple, direct.

  A low hum of discontent has appeared in the square.

  "What kind of swordsmanship is this, how dare you show it off in public?"

  Almost everyone's face showed a look of disdain.

  But Shen Du still focused on his own sword moves, but it was always just the simplest sword moves.

  Feilu was the most meticulous observer of Shen Du's growth and also the most shocked.

  Three years ago, he saw the abandoned Shen Du, but now seeing Shen Du, every time he swings his sword, the action is extremely accurate, whether it's the height, distance, position, or speed, all are extremely appropriate.

  Then Fei Lu called over a burly man with a dark face. The dark-faced man had a steady gait, and at a glance, it was clear that his swordsmanship was not ordinary, and his strength could not be underestimated. In his hand, he held a palm-wide tungsten steel sword, estimated to be five feet long and weighing one hundred kilograms. He walked up to Fei Lu, clasped his fists, and asked: "What are the lord's orders?"

  Feilu smiled and looked at the black-faced big man, saying in a low voice: "Heishen, you just broke through the barrier of swordsmanship not long ago, and now you need an excellent opponent to exchange blows with. I see that there is one on the scene right now, but I don't know if you dare to fight him."

  The burly man with a dark face heard this, and the muscles on his face twitched as he said in a rough voice: "City Lord, are you joking with me? We all know that Shen was rescued from the edge of Death City by the City Lord himself, and after three years of care, he finally woke up. Then, another three years were given to him to recover his body. If I go up there and beat him up, can the City Lord really bear it?"

  Feilu heard this and the smile on his face grew thicker, he patted the arm of the black-faced big man and said: "With your words, I can rest assured, you go."

  The big man with a dark face looked shocked and asked in surprise: "Isn't this bad?"

  "Hehe." Feilu said with a light smile: "Remember, you must use your full strength!"

  Hearing Fei Lu's words, the burly man with a dark face walked into the arena with a puzzled expression and cupped his fists at Shen Du, saying: "The city master told me to come up and exchange a few moves with you. Do you dare?"

  Shen stopped in his tracks, looked up at the tall, dark-faced man who was a foot taller than him, and smiled boldly: "Bring it on!"

  The black-faced man furrowed his brow and said, "I'm Hei Shen. Not long ago, I just broke through the Sword Master's barrier. Do you really dare to exchange blows with me?" The black-faced man kindly reminded him.

  But Shen Du was confident and calm, with his long sword behind him, he stretched out one hand and said "please".

  Hei Shen stopped talking, "Clang" sound, pulled out the tungsten steel sword weighing 100 kilograms, and said in a low voice: "Be careful!" As he spoke, the long sword was held behind him, and he rushed towards Shendu with big strides.

  Shen Du gazed at Hei Shen's movements, seeing that with each step he took, the gravel on the ground splashed up three feet high, his right hand grasping the tungsten steel sword like a pincer, terrifying and powerful.

  But Shen Dou still stood there upright, and everyone in the field was worried about Shen Dou.

  "Some people exclaimed: "Hei Shen's movements are really too fast, Shen Dou didn't even have a reaction, I hope Hei Shen can spare his life, otherwise this sword will go down, and Shen Dou's whole body will be torn apart."

  But Fei Lu thought to himself "Not good, Hei Shen is being too careless."

  As expected, just as Hei Shen raised his tungsten steel sword to slash at Shen Dou, Shen Dou's body flashed rapidly and appeared behind Hei Shen. With a sly smile, he said, "Hei Shen big brother, underestimating the enemy will cost you dearly." Before he finished speaking, he lifted his foot and kicked Hei Shen's back, taking advantage of Hei Shen's forward momentum to send his eight-foot-tall body flying over three meters.

  Hei Shen was kicked into a dog-eating-shit state, shocked and sweating profusely. He thought to himself that if Shen Dou had used his sword instead of his foot just now, he would probably have been beheaded by now. So he also started to focus, gripping the hilt of his sword with both hands, intently watching Shen Dou's movements.

  But Shen Dou remained motionless, standing there with a calm and serene expression.

  "Yah!" The Black God roared, finally unable to bear it any longer. He charged out once again, but this time his sword emitted a faint red glow and its speed was more than a hundred times faster than before. In an instant, he appeared in front of Shen Du, his tungsten steel sword flashing quickly as it chopped down towards Shen Du's crown.

  It seems like he has released his sword hand and sword energy!

  The smile on Shen Du's face grew even more sinister, and he said in a low voice: "This is still far from enough." In another flash, he appeared to the left of Hei Shen, raised his foot and kicked.

  Hei Shen's face was filled with terror, and he stumbled to the right for several steps. With great difficulty, he managed to steady himself, only to see Shen Du flash again and appear on Hei Shen's right side, whereupon he kicked once more.

  But this time he wasn't so lucky, the Black God reacted quickly, switching the tungsten steel sword to his left hand, and with a calm probe of his right hand, he caught Shen Du's ankle.

  "Cut!" a low voice said, and the tungsten steel sword slashed horizontally towards Shen Dou's knee.

  Shen Du was shocked by the scene and swung his small sword at Hei Shen's right hand.

  "Hei Shen was also shocked. 'One leg for one hand? What a ridiculous guy!' He withdrew his foot from Shen Dou's ankle, and with a light tap of his toes on the ground, he retreated several feet."

  Shen Dou stood still with a complacent expression on his face, an evil smile spreading across it, so confident that he seemed somewhat arrogant.

  "It seems that the castle lord was right, I must take it seriously! Thinking so, Kurokami's face turned solemn, both hands grasping the hilt with full strength, and shouted: "Shen Du, I'm getting serious!" As he spoke, the long sword released an astonishing power, a strong orange sword aura burst out, creating a whirlwind on the square, sending sand and dust flying everywhere.

  Shen Du only felt his vision becoming increasingly blurred, but he had already gotten used to practicing swordplay in the wind. For the past three years, not a single day passed without him practicing swordplay in the wind.

  "Hey! Looks like I need to get serious too!" He said, jumping into the air and saying in a low voice: "I won't lose!" Quietly waiting for Kurokami's attack.

  Before long, the black god's sword energy gradually converged and concentrated in his tungsten steel sword. The sand that filled the air was still floating, until it started to fall, when the black god moved, his long sword pierced directly at Shen Du's face.

  That movement seemed simple, but its speed was faster than a thunderclap. Within a few feet of distance, it flashed by and suddenly appeared in front of Shen Du.

  Shen Du's face was solemn, his small sword suspended in mid-air, perfectly blocking Hei Shen's tungsten steel sword.

  This file seems simple, but it shocked everyone.

  "How did Shen manage to do this!" everyone exclaimed in surprise.

  Not a hint of sword aura could be seen on Shen Du's body, so how did he block the sword aura of Hei Shen's sword master.

  Shen Du blocked Hei Shen's tungsten steel sword, even Hei Shen was shocked, quickly withdrawing his move, retreating dozens of steps back.

  Seeing two people standing in the void, everyone finally understood a bit.

  "Unexpectedly, Shen Du has also broken through the Sword Master's barrier and can stand in mid-air to fight, it's really too unexpected."

  But what was most unexpected was not others, but the Black God. Even though Shen had already reached the Sword Master's level, being able to easily block his full-force attack was still hard for him to accept.

  "You, how did you...?!" The Dark God exclaimed in horror.

  "Hey, have you heard of the Jiuyou Duijian Sword Technique?" Shen said, using the sword move that Su's mother had taught him in the 99th floor of the Imperial Prison in the Imperial Capital.

  "Jiuyou Jianshu!" Heishen heard this and finally admitted defeat. That was the famous sword technique of the emperor's former concubine, Ling'er. But he couldn't help but ask in puzzlement: "Where did you learn this sword technique from?"

  "This, of course, was personally passed down by her." Shen Du honestly replied.

  "Hmm!" Hei Shen seemed to be deep in thought, as if he still had many questions, but for some reason, he didn't speak again. Instead, he sheathed his sword and slowly descended to the ground, with a face full of admiration, he bowed his fist at Shen Dou: "I admit defeat!"

  Shen Du also slowly fell to the ground, clasped his fists and said: "I admit it!"

  The two of them exchanged a smile, as if they had been good friends for many years, filled with tacit understanding.