Celestial Peak [I]

131. First Young Master, let's fight IV

Carrying with him souls and vials of blood essence, the middle-aged man had returned earlier than Wang Ling thought he would.

Wang Ling got up from the floor and went down, he saw the energetic middle-aged man waiting for him to come down. Walking up in front of the middle-aged man, Wang Ling accepted the souls and the vials of blood.

There were 17 souls and vials of blood, nothing more nothing less. Wang Ling gratefully accepting the vials and saw the smile on the middle-aged man's face, Wang Ling couldn't reject him.

"Thank you, please, follow me out, I will fight you there."

He beckoned him to follow him outside. Wang Ling went out with the middle-aged man, he didn't want to destroy the pavilion. After some walk, Wang Ling stood opposite of the middle-aged man and the wind blew past his hair as he took out two swords.

On the right was his Saint sword and on the left was his short sword. Wang Ling handled them carefreely with all seriousness. The middle-aged man took out a white saber with a falcon's beak near the hilt.

"Just to confirm we are not to use our spirit qi, correct?"

The middle-aged man laughed as he answered, "Yes, that is correct. Also, I shall let the First Young Master make his move. We may not be using qi but my body is still stronger than that of a nascent soul cultivator's. Please, make the first move."

For those who consider themselves as strong and a master fighting against someone who was far weaker than themselves. Those so-called masters would always let the weaker ones make their moves.

Wang Ling was someone with weaker cultivation so he could understand why the middle-aged man would do something like that. So, Wang Ling got ready.

"I will not reject your generous offer. Please let me exchange pointers with you." Wang Ling placed the sword in front of him and raising his intent. His eyes became piercing as he began to move.

Swoosh!

Wang Ling disappeared and reappeared in front of the middle-aged man the next instant. His pure physical strength carried Wang Ling so fast that the wind was torn apart.

With his eyes oozing with the intent to finish this thing, Wang Ling's right hand moved like lightning and hacked away towards the middle-aged man.

Slash!

Wang Ling's sword was fast, faster than any normal nascent soul cultivator could show. This quick assault of Wang Ling gave the middle-aged man a little fright.

Who knew that his First Young Master was so fast? But he was someone who had been training the saber for a long time and he was also a celestial who had his baptism.

Even without spirit qi, he was strong, he was strong enough to overpower and overwhelm Wang Ling with his speed. So, he moved, he moved faster than Wang Ling's lightning-fast strike, faster than anyone could imagine.

Clang!

He guarded perfectly and smiled, his smile represented his confidence to take on Wang Ling. But that smile of his disappeared when Wang Ling suddenly showed him a fierce glare.

Slash!

He heard something from the side, it was the sound of a sword fluidly moving into the air. The middle-aged man moved as fast as he could to raise Wang Ling's oncoming strike with the short sword, but before he could even do so, Wang Ling's short sword had already stopped a few centimeters away from his neck.

Wang Ling exhaled as his body eased. His tensed muscles loosened up as he spoke to the middle-aged man, "That should about end it, right? I have to train in my alchemy now please excuse me, senior."