Chapter 751: Chapter 749: The Curse of Shattering (Part Eight) (Extra for Alliance Leader “Classmate Lao Ming” 1/2)_1 Chapter 751: Chapter 749: The Curse of Shattering (Part Eight) (Extra for Alliance Leader “Classmate Lao Ming” 1/2)_1 “`
There is a saying that language is an art, and communication is wisdom.
At this moment, this saying was perfectly embodied.
Fu Qian’s utterance of “However” achieved a group silence that lasted for five long seconds.
Whether they were experts from the Academy or Tomb Guardians, all were frantically speculating whether it was true or not.
Although his behavior from just now until the present was truly unlikable.
But just like President Cass said, he was a genuine Demigod, and a Sword Path Demigod, no less.
Theoretically speaking, when it comes to the Sword Dao, indeed no one present had more authority than him.
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“Mr. Yun, so you do not agree with this lady’s point of view?”
In the end, the first to break the silence was still Kamakura Si, who held a heavier sense of anticipation.
There’s no helping it, for concern leads to chaos.
“No, I agree,”
Unfortunately, Fu Qian wasn’t planning to indulge in malicious humor, resolutely putting an end to his expectations.
“Divine seal, curse, symbolic gift, I don’t care what you call it, but without a doubt, this is completely different from the Sword Dao as I understand it.”
Ignoring the swiftly dimming eyes of the Kamakura Family, Fu Qian continued to speak eloquently.
“I don’t know how the Kamakura Family has understood it over these few hundred years, but there’s one thing I am surprised you’ve never realized–a symbolic gift and the Sword Dao are fundamentally contradictory.”
“The reason why cultivation is cultivation, in my view, the most important trait is seeking the Dao, with unwavering determination, catalyzing one’s comprehension to the utmost.”
“Engaging in something utterly unrelated, then expecting a legacy to be bestowed upon oneself, quite frankly, I see no difference between this and chanting in a temple.”
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Language is an art– who says art can’t be of varying quality?
Although his intent was almost identical to that of Ji Liushuang, after Fu Qian’s remarks, even the most composed and prudent Kamakura Si’s face changed like a traffic light.
It was evident that numerous rebuts were tearing through his mind.
But the ironclad reality made them all ultimately unuttered.
Before them stood a Demigod, one who attained divinity through the Sword Dao.
Even if one felt indignation, or even deemed the other to have just stumbled upon good fortune, any rebuttal before achieving Demigod status was feeble and weak.
And the Kamakura Family, despite its notorious reputation over the centuries, indeed had no Demigod.
“I can only say that I temporarily reserve my opinion,”
After a long while, Kamakura Si finally spoke, his voice hoarse.
“I wonder, Mr. Yun, do you have any opinions on the difficulties faced by the Kamakura Family?”
The implication was clear: if you’re just here to mock and not offer a solution, then there’s nothing more to say.
“Actually, you don’t have to reserve your opinion,”
Unexpectedly, Fu Qian not only did not provide a solution but continued his mockery.
“For instance, let me, a Sword Path Demigod, experience the Sword Intent that the Kamakura Family has honed for hundreds of years.”
In the face of Kamakura Si’s bewilderment, Fu Qian suggested with a smile.
Has this guy gone mad?
The Kamakura Family is in such a state, and you want them to fight you over a matter of pride?
Even if they were in perfect condition, as a Demigod, what chance would they have against you?
The moment Fu Qian spoke, not only did the Kamakura Family instinctively shrink back, but the expressions of the Academy investigation team members were also strangely twisted.
“President Cass…”
Kamakura Si, furrowing his brows, decided not to entangle with this madman any longer and turned his gaze to Cass.
You’re the one who brought him here and even vouched for his soundness. Now, it seems you must control the situation.
“I won’t fight back,”
However, before Cass could express her opinion, Fu Qian continued.
Huh?
This statement was clearly beyond the expectations of the Kamakura Family.
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Not fighting back, just taking hits, this guy must know about the effects of the cursed Sword Intent, right?
“I told you. Experience our Severing Godly Seal for yourselves.”
Fu Qian opened his empty hands.
“Don’t worry, you aren’t worthy of making me draw my sword.”
Mainly because I can’t.
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Although it was a naked belittlement, the meaning behind Fu Qian’s words allowed Kamakura Si to realize something.
This arrogant man wasn’t looking for a random excuse to kill people; he was serious, but…
“Or is it that even under such conditions, you lack the courage to prove your family’s honor?”
In the moment of hesitation, Fu Qian’s taunting continued.
“Demigod Yun, please enlighten me further.”
Kamakura Si didn’t say anything, but a young man full of vigor finally stepped forward.
At a glance, it was the Kamakura Guizhi they had encountered before.
At this moment, he looked solemn, even exuding a noble air as if poised for martyrdom.
Guizhi…
Kamakura Si subconsciously wanted to speak out to stop him.
His hesitation earlier was not without reason.
If the abnormalities on the clan members were indeed caused by the divine seal, then even if the opponent stood still without fighting back, using the sword now would most likely end up like Kamakura Shinji.
Yet, the hand he had raised ultimately fell back down.
After all, if they didn’t dare to act under such circumstances, the Kamakura Family truly wouldn’t need to talk about the Sword Dao ever again.
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No need to thank me.
Fu Qian glanced at the people of the Academy, thinking to himself.
Under the guidance of Kamakura Si, the group soon arrived at a dojo with dim lighting.
Although the sudden turn of events elicited different expressions from the people of the Academy,
without exception, they all watched very seriously.
In the strange situation with the Sword Dao, to find out what exactly was wrong with the Kamakura family, having them demonstrate on-site was clearly a good idea.
However, considering the potentially fatal consequences, the Kamakura family had unanimously sheathed their swords in self-protection.
Under these circumstances, even if it were for the sake of investigation, forcing them to perform would still be a bit too much.
Fu Qian’s actions, doubtlessly, provided the material for observation, meeting their needs perfectly.
That no one from the Academy had stood up to intervene was proof enough.
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Given the time constraints, there was no room for any preparation before the battle.
Kamakura Guizhi had gone back to his room to fetch his sword and now stood in the middle of the arena, staring this way without blinking, his expression serious.
Facing a demigod, the intimidation that the title brought couldn’t be diluted by a few words of not fighting back.
Fu Qian, however, paid no attention to this solemnity and continued to look around.
Whether it was the Tomb Guardian’s style or not, compared to most dojos, this one indeed had a somewhat darker aesthetic, with even half of it buried underground.
Around the dojo, one could see a number of uniquely shaped long swords, likely all belonging to the ancestors of the Kamakura family.
Even with careful maintenance, one could still discern the traces of time.
And following the order, the earliest batch had relatively normal designs, with most having simple cracks or paintwork.
The further down the line, the designs became increasingly extravagant, gradually resembling the one he had seen before.
Why did it feel like a journey from a pure-hearted maiden to a nightclub queen?
In silent admiration, Kamakura Guizhi had already lifted his ‘nightclub queen.’
“Please.”
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