Chapter 805: Dance of Fine Snow! Zankan!
"Tch! One hundred million sword draws?"
"What's so impressive about that? My master has swung, slashed, stabbed, and flicked his sword countless billions of times!"
Yun Man scoffed disdainfully when she saw the crowd cheering for Yamashita Kazami.
Hmm…
To be honest, compared to Ling Zhan, Yamashita Kazami's 'One Hundred Million Sword Draws' was nothing but child's play.
This Yamashita Kazami was already twenty-five or twenty-six years old.
About five years older than Ling Zhan.
And yet, in those five extra years, he had only drawn his sword a hundred million times?
Ling Zhan, on the other hand, underwent high-intensity combat training every single day without fail.
Not to mention weighted crawling, swimming, or running.
Even just the four simplest sword techniques—swinging, slashing, stabbing, and flicking.
Ling Zhan had performed them far more than a hundred million times.
When he had nothing else to do, he would spend his entire day training in the practice room, engaging in mind-numbingly repetitive drills.
A single sword swing—he could perform it hundreds of thousands of times a day without faltering.
An ordinary person wouldn't even be able to attempt such a feat, but for Ling Zhan, it was effortless.
Have you ever seen someone swing their sword so fast it creates mirage-like phantom slashes?
Others might swing once or twice per second.
Ling Zhan? He swung his sword dozens of times per second.
At full speed, he could swing hundreds, even thousands of times in a single second.
This was the pinnacle of attack speed—the true Phantom Sword Dance.
Compared to that, drawing a sword a hundred million times was laughable.
Yun Man, Meng Shuang, and Chang Yue had all lived under the same roof as Ling Zhan for a period of time and had witnessed his daily training firsthand.
They knew that his strength wasn't just the result of talent, but also relentless, unwavering effort.
And yet…
A mere hundred million sword draws was being glorified by the warriors of Fuso, even by the Sword Gods within the swordsmanship circle.
The more ignorant a person was, the more they tended to overestimate their own strength.
...…
...…
At this moment.
On the arena stage.
Ling Zhan stood expressionless, facing the battle-hungry Yamashita Kazami.
The two were fifty meters apart.
Before the referee could even start the countdown—
Clang!!
Yamashita Kazami had already drawn the katana at his waist.
As soon as the blade was unsheathed, an icy, snow-laden aura spread across the field, and the temperature dropped sharply.
"Dance of Fine Snow!"
"Miyata Ichiro actually gave this famous blade to Yamashita Kazami?!"
"Damn! Isn't this the legendary blade Miyata Ichiro won twenty years ago by defeating a Sword God? This is a weapon that's nearly a sacred artifact!"
Many in the audience had never seen Yamashita Kazami's weapon before.
Or perhaps, the name 'Dance of Fine Snow' was simply too renowned.
The crowd erupted in astonishment.
Dance of Fine Snow.
A pseudo-sacred artifact.
Its attributes were only about 20% weaker than a true sacred artifact katana.
It was said that its original owner had attempted to upgrade it into the true sacred artifact 'Fubuki.'
Unfortunately, the attempt failed.
After all…
The success rate of forging a sacred artifact was abysmally low.
However, there was good news…
Though the upgrade failed, the weapon did not break and still received a tremendous boost, making it only slightly inferior to a true sacred artifact.
When Miyata Ichiro saw this katana, he immediately coveted it and vowed to claim it for himself.
Thus, he challenged the Sword God who owned it, wagering that very blade in a duel.
The Sword God naturally refused.
Miyata, the old dog, possessed two of Fuso's sacred artifacts.
One was Ame-no-Murakumo.
The other was the cursed blade Muramasa.
In truth, the Sword God and Miyata were equally matched in strength.
But with two sacred artifacts in hand, and as a dual-blade master, Miyata had the advantage over the Sword God, who had none.
Why would the Sword God agree to such an unfair gamble?
He wasn't an idiot.
That was the reality of this game world.
Even if your level, stats, and skills were equal to your opponent's…
If your opponent was a 'pay-to-win whale' decked out in top-tier equipment, you could slash them a hundred times and still not outdamage a single hit from them.
What was even the point?
However…
The world knew well the nature of Fuso's people.
A race with deeply ingrained inferiority and cruelty.
They feared, worshiped, and groveled before the strong.
Yet they showed no mercy to the weak, trampling them without hesitation.
Thus…
Miyata resorted to despicable means.
He threatened the Sword God's wife and children, forcing him into the duel.
The Sword God had no choice but to accept.
The result? A crushing defeat.
And so, Dance of Fine Snow became Miyata's prize.
The worst part…
He even publicized the event, slandering the Sword God, claiming that the duel was a matter of honor.
He declared Dance of Fine Snow his glorious trophy.
The ignorant public believed him and showered him with praise.
Now.
As Miyata Ichiro's beloved disciple, Yamashita Kazami wielded Dance of Fine Snow.
Seeing Yamashita take the initiative and draw his sword—
A radiant glow enveloped Ling Zhan's palm, and a longsword covered in talismanic runes appeared.
"That's…"
"Li Chaoge's 'Zankan'!"
"Master even copied that…"
From below, Chang Yue gasped in a soft voice.
She recognized it.
"That's Grandpa Zhao's personal sword…"
Meng Shuang also identified it.
The 'Grandpa Zhao' she mentioned was none other than the Grand Celestial Master, Zhao Gongming.
Li Chaoge's legendary blade, Zankan, had been his gift.
The knowledgeable spectators erupted in excitement.
"What a sword!"
"Those aren't magic inscriptions, but talismanic runes! The marks of a Daoist warrior!"
"Is he using his Shapeshifter skill to copy it?"
"Amazing! A longsword versus a katana! A true clash of sword styles!"
100. Lucia, accompanied by Avril and Ansely, gracefully walked over to where Meng Shuang and the other two stood.
"No need to be nervous, we are on Ling Zhan's side as well..."
Seeing the three divine beast princesses looking wary, Lucia smiled gently.
Yun Man, however, scoffed, glanced at Lucia's ample chest, and muttered, "Your strength isn't even worth mentioning. Who cares which side you're on? What we care about is whether you have any improper thoughts about our master!"
Lucia was left speechless.
She could only change the topic and softly asked, "What level is your master's swordsmanship?"
Avril and Ansely also turned to the three divine beast girls, equally curious, as they had never seen Ling Zhan demonstrate his sword skills.
Being asked this question,
The little girl Meng Shuang proudly lifted her face and declared, "Compared to that little baka, my master is only stronger, never weaker! At the very least, he is ten thousand times stronger than him!"