Could it be that I am the cruel villain?
Chapter 422 - 265: He Summoned a Master

Chapter 422: Chapter 265: He Summoned a Master

Clang!

Clang!

Clang!

The metallic clashes in the bamboo forest became increasingly piercing.

Bamboo leaves fluttered, lifting along the direction of the drawn swords, following the leaves revealed the four blades continuously colliding and scraping against each other.

Swords crossed back and forth, with each reacting to the other’s moves; the longswords even carried shadows in their swift motion, highlighting the intensity of the duel between the two.

One was a direct disciple of the Sword Immortal, having trained for just three years but already mastering the essence, wielding Sword Qi that maneuvers like a dragon in marshes; even Jin Shan, the demon monk with a formed Nascent Soul, dared not confront directly and could only hide behind the Arhat, showcasing its formidable power.

The other was the daughter of King Liang.

Born into a prominent lineage with courage as stern as a sword, she had been rigorously practicing the Sword Dao from a young age, and had later actively sought out the Sword Sect to refine her skills. Blessed with the intrinsic Five Thunders Dao Body, her talent far surpassed ordinary people, to which she also added much harder efforts.

To her, realms were equally weightless; at merely sixteen, she dared to travel alone and challenge elite disciples from various sects along the way, engaging in nine major battles and overwhelmingly defeating opponents from higher realms.

Truly a match made in heaven.

The two fought inseparably and evenly matched, with Jiang Feng not even daring to let shock arise in his heart during the battle, focusing entirely on each thrust of his sword, knowing any moment of distraction could lead to his undoing.

Iron wire and the Qiushui Sword clashed violently once again.

But whenever Jiang Feng swung his sword, he would intentionally skew the blade to find opportunities, baiting his opponent. No matter how he intentionally revealed flaws to counterattack, the longer Qiushui Sword would always shield fully in front.

When the two swords tangled, it was the shorter Jue Ying Sword that found chances.

The longsword primarily defended, deceived, and confused the opponent’s judgment; the short sword primarily attacked, stabbed, and varied. Whether intentionally or not, the princess was wearing a very loose robe.

The roughly foot-long Jue Ying could be completely hidden in her sleeve, not even hindering her when she reversed her grip. With the Inconsistent Sword Skill, she managed to make Jiang Feng sweat profusely.

He had never in his life seen such playful mastery.

The Inconsistent Sword Skill was extremely difficult to learn. The most crucial aspect is sufficient balance and the ability to multitask.

If the two swords were of the same length, either the left or right hand could maintain a safe distance by muscle memory. But with one long and one short, one offensive and one defensive, the difficulty increased exponentially.

Mastered well, the dual swords suppressed the opponent intensely, doubling the offensive pressure just as it overwhelmed him now; unable to exert his strength, he couldn’t escape the sword net woven by this young girl.

If not handled well, one would end up injuring oneself with the sword skill and be carried away defeated both internally and externally.

Frowning, ready in strict formation, the short sword moved like a Spiritual Snake, constantly seeking opportunities. Yet, she had also never encountered such a formidable person; every time she initiated a move, it would be intentionally disrupted by the opponent.

For instance...

Snap!

Seeing the young girl aiming for his chest, with a flick of his wrist and relying on much stronger physical conditions and explosive power than ordinary people, he boldly met the attack head-on; Sword Qi burst from the iron wire, visibly overtaking Liang Yu by half a beat.

Iron wire hammered down like a sledgehammer.

Left with no choice, the woman twisted her wrist to switch to a reverse grip, though the body fat percentage indeed differs between women and men, with nearly a 30% difference.

Kicking up, a muffled sound of impact followed, but then Jiang Feng’s left hand suddenly loosened the flying sword, a strong sense of danger washing over him as he watched the man aim at his own dark maw, a hint of panic actually flashed in his heart.

"What is that?"

She couldn’t help but have this thought, a strong sense of crisis prompting her to kick back immediately trying to disrupt his action, almost as an instinctual drive for survival, although she felt no Spiritual Energy from it, Liang Yu was certain.

This move was several times more dangerous than any previous ones; if it hit, she would surely die on the spot.

Boom!

A thunderous explosion echoed through the sky.

High above, the woman holding a black Dragon Tooth focused on her engraving merely lifted her eyelids.

"All cards on the table, in utter disarray."

"I never taught you the Inconsistent Sword Skill because nine out of ten people in the world cannot cultivate it."

"That young girl is actually left-handed, even her heart and internal organs differ from ordinary people as if mirrored; that’s why she can maneuver the Inconsistent Sword."

"But you are much smarter than that young girl," she sighed.

Many cultivators in this world have a misconception.

That is to think that if they cultivate one principle, they should focus solely on it, walk it to the end in darkness, not knowing how to adapt, thus wasting their talents for nothing.

The young girl who almost got her head blown off by a musket is just like that.

Using a more modern term, she doesn’t quite understand the concept of "cost-effectiveness," unaware of resource control.

Wanting to cultivate the Sword Dao is fine, even with Liang Yu’s inherent Five Thunders, she always believed the young girl’s path was correct, with talent and ability why not cultivate the sword, no need to heed others?

She always thought Liang Yu’s mistake was stubbornly walking this one path.

With the princess’s talent and resources enjoyed, she could have, like her foolish junior brother, allocated time to temper both Sword Skill and Daoist Skill. Didn’t she realize that every task she assigned to her own junior brother involved only those two or three hours of sword cultivation each day?