Eternal Cultivation of Alchemy

CLACK

Du Yuhan put the half-sword back into its sheath and then the whole sheath disappeared into his storage bag. His opponent smiled and asked, "You got another sword in there?"

Du Yuhan didn't speak and instead nodded to affirm his suspicion. His opponent was a little surprised.

Suddenly, the same sheath came out of the storage bag once again. "Huh?" his opponent responded in confusion. "Are you going to fight with a broken sword?" he asked.

CHING

Du Yuhan pulled a brand new sword from inside the sheath and surprised him. His opponent looked at the sheath more carefully and realized it was slightly different than the first one.

"You have multiple of the same sword?" he asked. Du Yuhan nodded once again.

"No wonder you had another sword ready after the last battle. But what's the point of having multiple trash swords when a single high-grade sword can last much longer than any of them?" his opponent asked.

Du Yuhan thought for a moment and asked, "Tell me, who suffers more hardship? A man with a good sword or a man with a bad one?"

The opponent was confused why he was asking that but still decided to answer. "Obviously it's the man with the bad sword," he said.

Du Yuhan smiled and then asked, " Now tell me, what person grows the most? The one who has it easy, or the one facing hardship?"

Once again the opponent decided to answer. "Of course it the man who—" he stopped and got angry. "Are you trying to say I haven't improved because I used a good sword?" he asked.

Du Yuhan shook his head and said, "I'm just saying I have improved a lot since I decided to only use Common Mortal grade swords."

"That's a load of bullcrap. One can improve no matter the circumstances. As long as we have the will, we can do it," the opponent said.

"I can not tell you whether you are right or wrong, as I too am barely a beginner in the ways of the sword," Du Yuhan said. "However, let this beginner show you what he has learned ever since he started using the so-called trash swords."

Du Yuhan looked at his sword once before putting it back into his sheathe. He then got into the same stance that destroyed the 3 puppets in the last battle.

Air started getting slowly distorted around Du Yuhan. His opponent was just as surprised as when he saw this in the last match.

'Why is he pushing forth so much Sword Intent?' he wondered. He immediately got into his best stance to deliver the strongest attack as well.

Suddenly, something flashed in front of Du Yuhan. It was white in color and it went from the upper right of Du Yuhan's face to the lower left. It then disappeared as quickly as it had appeared.

'What was that?' his opponent wondered but didn't care about it enough to think for long, however.

Another one flashed once again. This time it appeared near his torso and flew up and went behind him.

His opponent got alert and decided to see what the white thing was. Another one appeared just as he thought that, and he finally managed to see what it was.

When he realized it, his eyes nearly fell out of his sockets. "That's—" he couldn't formulate any words. 4th, 5th, 6th… 10th… 20th…40, 50.

Hundreds of such small white light appeared and disappeared around Du Yuhan very fast. They were incredibly small in size, so anyone who was looking from the audience couldn't really see what the shape of the white thing was.

However, anyone who knew anything about swords would immediately recognize what it was.

"That's…"

"No way…"

"He's so young…"

"How did he train to this level?"

Multiple questions appeared amongst the crowd. Wen Cheng who had been shaking his legs all this time stopped and immediately stood up.

"How is he…" he screamed and stood up abruptly.

Alex was really surprised by everyone's reaction. He couldn't see what those white lights were so he asked Wen Cheng.

"Master, what is that? Is that not Sword Intent?" Alex asked.

"No, that… that is a level higher than Sword Intent," Wen Cheng said with absolute shock.

"A level… higher?" Alex was confused.

"Yes. You see, when you get good with the sword, you create your own Intent of it. However, when you keep on improving with it, along with yourself, you Qi follows along and becomes a sword itself." Wen Cheng said.

"We call that…"

"Sword Qi!" the opponent said with terror in his voice. "Ho— How do you have Sword Qi already at such a young age."

Du Yuhan no longer answered. He was concentrating to the fullest. The Sword-shaped Qi that was flying around him slowly converged on his blade.

Then he opened his eyes and he launched forward. His opponent couldn't keep his calm with what he was seeing in front of him and didn't even set up a defense for himself.

When Du Yuhan reached him, he slashed.

PING

Du Yuhan's sword once again broke and flew off into the distance. However, this time, the one that blocked it was the referee. He had decided to intervene and save the opponent.

He had stopped the attack, but even then he was pushed back 3 steps. That was how strong this single attack of Du Yuhan was.

Du Yuhan stood up straight and put his broken sword back into the sheathe, and when he stopped holding the sword, his arm slowly trembled.

This was the first time he had truly attacked with the Sword Qi, and the one he attacked had ended up being someone in the true realm.

It took the referee a moment to realize that he had to reveal the results, so he quickly shouted out towards him, "You Win."

Du Yuhan clenched his fist to stop it from trembling any longer and bowed towards the referee before walking away. Once again, the crowd was in absolute silence as he left.