The Teacher’s Grace Is Like Heaven

11 – The Fractured Bone (5)

But it makes no difference. Even though he was stronger than he thought, his opponent was still a third-rate martial artist with only a handful of internal strength.

He had entered the realm of a first-rate martial artist, and now he was facing a university-level martial artist.

Quang, quang, the sound of his footsteps echoed loudly. The foundation of all martial arts, whether it be longsword or sword techniques, is the footwork.

It was even said that a martial artist without a mastery of the art was a half-assed martial artist, and in that regard, Zhuge Liang was quite confident.

“You won’t be able to touch me with a ten-foot pole.”

An uninformed samurai would think that the difference between high and low water is merely the difference between strength and martial arts. The biggest difference is bojutsu.

Bojutsu is the basic goal of all martial arts, as it allows you to evade your opponent’s attacks while simultaneously being a spear that can be used to attack backwards, looking for gaps.

A good martial artist would not use any herbivory or internal strength against a lowly martial artist; he would simply use bojutsu to trick his opponent.

To realize it or not to realize it, that’s the difference between high and low. However, Tianbiryu already knew it to the bone.

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Eight years ago, he had been thoroughly defeated by a man whose name he did not even know. He had no strength. He didn’t even use any herbivores.

It was then that Tian Bi Liu first realized the importance of the Bo Law. Before mastering a martial art, a martial artist would already have a foundation in place.

Without that knowledge, Tianbi Liu would have been thoroughly outclassed. “What?!” “What?!!” Jie Galgak was astonished. A third-rate martial artist who doesn’t know anything about anything, and yet he’s following his own methods exactly? This doesn’t make sense.

“The battle between the Bo Laws is a battle for space.

Conversely, limiting the opponent’s movements as much as possible was the basis for fighting between masters. And it’s something Zegalgak is well aware of.

However, his opponent was a third-rate martial artist who hadn’t even built up his internal strength, and he was only a third-rate martial artist, and he knew that?!!

The sight of him blocking his own moves and gaining space as much as possible caught Zigzag off guard. Naturally, he had to pay the price.

Scalpel! An eerie noise rang out. The cold metal sliced deep into his shoulder. Bleeding from the shoulder, it retreated for now.

In battle, one must always keep one’s cool, and beyond that, one must never underestimate one’s opponent, but Zegak had failed to do the obvious.

“How dare you, you bum!!!”

He was proud of his clan and confident in his abilities, which sometimes served him well, but unfortunately, it now served to belittle his opponent. On the other hand, Tianbiryu knew his subject to the bone.

Over the past decade, Tianbiryu had won only a handful of duels. Defeat had always been his friend and foe, and once he had even turned and fled rather than fight. But even his ugliness was his own, and he had no intention of denying it.

Rather, she realized her inadequacies and continued to do what she could, and the results of her efforts are just now being seen.

There was a tsk-tsk. It was the sound of a crack in Zegalgak’s pride. He swung his fist at the bum in front of him in anger.

The punch came down with the force of a rain shower, but compared to the man he’d met eight years ago, it was a yawningly slow punch.

Tianbiryu stepped back, dodging the ferocious blow. A shower would be a shower, and the momentum would die down over time.

“Pfft?!”

Even if he was a first-class adept, he was only human. There was a limit to their stamina, and the price for attacking so haphazardly was high.

Taking advantage of his weakened momentum, Tianbiryu had closed the distance. But it was no match for the rot. Zegalgak is indeed a first-class master.

Naturally, he stiffened his stance in anticipation of the beast’s attack. It was like an iron wall, but the beast was unfazed.

One of the foundations of the Three Jeweled Sword was the ability to slash the enemy. It was so obvious, yet so indispensable to martial arts.

It was only for a moment, but a faint aura began to flow from his sword, but it was a brilliant golden color, like the sun.

Zegalgak doubted his own eyes. He summoned all his strength and stiffened his stance. And his eyes were alert for his opponent’s sword.

He felt a twinge of self-doubt that he’d come this far against a third-rate martial artist, but he was going to let the momentum carry him, and then deal with him properly.

It was a fleeting moment, though. He saw it clearly. Though it was so faint, there was no mistaking it, it was the sword qi. ‘No way! How can a third-rate martial artist use……?!’

Sword QiSword Qi was a secret technique that could only be used by first-rate enlightened martial artists. Naturally, its projection was beyond imagination.

And with that, a blow unworthy of such a weak sword qi instantly landed on the shoulder of Jie Galgak.

Zegalgak’s eyes naturally traveled to the spot where his right arm, which had apparently been attached only seconds before, had neatly disappeared.

The horrible pain that came at the same time forced a scream from his mouth, and even that was a mistake. The fight wasn’t over yet.

Even a momentary lapse in the battle of the unmanned could prove fatal.

It might as well have been a swarm trying to kill me, and the celestial had no intention of letting that golden opportunity slip away.

A sharp, half-mooning strike decapitated the beast in an instant. Without its master, its body finally collapsed.

Meanwhile, the martial artists watching the duel were aghast, and rightly so, even if their behavior was problematic. Jie Galgak was a Hundred Master.

If anyone, regardless of party or sect, were to choose a legitimate master, the one who would be in the top one hundred would be a master.

However, Qing Shui, one of the leading masters of the Hundred Great Masters, was defeated by a martial artist whose face was not even known, let alone recognized.

To any sane person, this would have been an astonishing defeat.

“I was lucky that my opponent took care of me…….”

Complacency and arrogance are the worst enemies, and the quickest way to defeat.

Indeed, Zhuge Liang himself was overly dismissive of his opponents. Of course, it was the confidence of being one of the great masters, but in the end, he lost.

Everything is determined by the outcome. If you win, it’s confidence and ambition. If you lose, it’s defenselessness and arrogance.

In the end, Zhuge Liang was defeated and lost his life, and it is undeniable that it was carelessness and arrogance that played the biggest part in that.

If the Swallowtail had come out at full strength from the start and used his parry, the outcome might have been different. Tian Bi Liu opened his mouth.

“If you all stand down, I’ll let this day pass.”

The martial artists began to murmur at his generous offer, but it was the only option he had at the moment.

At least he had Bi Yan by his side.

Even if he could somehow defeat them all, there would still be some that would flee, and he would be forced to kill them rather than not.

The mummies could only stare at each other, unable to do anything about it. Certainly, the internal strength of a Heavenly Beast was not as strong as that of a Third Grade.

And yet, the Heavenly Beast had defeated one of the Hundred Great Beasts. This caused confusion among the uninitiated.

After studying them for a moment, the celestial beast turned his head away. He breathed a sigh of relief that no one could hear. Their momentum had already been broken.

So, no one will dare charge here. That was his judgment, and it was true. Tian Bi Liu looked at Bi Yan and said.

“Let’s go back.”

“I’ll escort you.”

“It’s okay, I’m still correcting myself.”

And with that, the fight between Jie Galgak and his master, as well as his disciple, Bi Yan, were all clearly captured in his eyes. Clearly, Master’s strength was weak.

In terms of strength alone, he was barely above the third level. However, even so, he showed a move that was almost like a whistle.

The secret was obvious to Bi Yan as soon as he saw it. Although Master’s internal strength was only a handful. Master’s exterior was strong.

“You concentrated on the outer arts?”

“Yes, because that’s all I had.”

Chen Bi Liu didn’t bother to hide that fact. He was only a three-armed swordsman, and he had no precious spirits or artifacts in his possession.

Therefore, he had no choice but to focus on the external arts. If he were to break a boulder with internal force, he could do so with only his cultivated physical abilities.

If he could use his inner strength to run at the same speed as a horse. Or even if you don’t, to be able to run at that speed on two good legs.

To overpower the master who overpowered you eight years ago because you didn’t have the right technique.

Whether he could or couldn’t, it didn’t matter, as he desperately copied the techniques the master had demonstrated.

Even when his grip on the sword burst and bled, even when he fell ill and could barely move, he never let go of it.

Rain or shine, he pushed through the lung-crushing pain. It was more like torture than discipline.

He hadn’t taken a day’s rest since his first heartbreaking defeat ten years earlier.

“Indeed…… is a master.”

Now, beyond respect, he was in awe.

According to the Master, you were once severely injured in a fight with a Heavenly Horse.

Naturally, it was a violent fight, and it’s not unreasonable to think that a blood vessel might have burst, or that you might have been mangled by a coin-eating horse in the midst of a fortune-telling ceremony. But the Master did not give up. By focusing on the external arts, he was able to summon this much strength again.

So strong, in fact, that he could fight with a hundred men and a whistle. Soon, Bi Yan’s face was as hot as if it were on fire.

‘This is the only master I can bow my head to, the only…… I can follow for the rest of my life.’

Oh, this is dangerous. Just thinking about it makes her bottom tingle. Bi Yan shook her head. One must not harbor such impious thoughts.

But she didn’t give up, she found a way. Without realizing it, Biyun was pulling out memories of her past life. A terrible past life.

It was the memory of the time when she was called a demon, when a nameless man stood in the way of a thousand-year-old demon…… that no one else in the world could stop.

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That day, for the first time, the demon was thoroughly overwhelmed.