Dragon Tamer

Chapter 501: Chapter 503: A Little Bit Stronger?
 

“What a fast sword!”

“What a precise sword!”

In a very brief period of time, the Sword Spirit Dragon had hit all the nearby wooden targets, flying along Long Valley towards the mountain lake.

Its flight path was winding and convoluted; the sword had already passed through the wooden targets over a mile ahead, but the disciples of the White Robe Sword Sect only saw the lingering shadows of its blade. By the time their eyes caught up with the position the Sword Spirit Dragon had reached, they found another afterimage.

Thus, an extremely gorgeous red sword trail rapidly threaded through the Long Valley, scoring each of the wooden targets with a streak, pleasing to the eye!

Lín Zhong and Ming Xiu’s expressions had obviously changed; the speed at which the Sword Spirit Dragon traversed Long Valley was just too fast, so fast that the shock in their hearts surged like waves, growing stronger and stronger!

Having passed halfway through Long Valley without missing a single target, even those deliberately designed human-shaped targets behind large trees and rocks were all found and hit…

Soon, in the latter half of the valley, Lín Zhong and Ming Xiu couldn’t see the wooden targets clearly anymore, but that magnificent Flying Sword still shot through the gaps of Long Valley, piercing the targets over and over, then gracefully flying to the next.

Sometimes like a dragon moving through reeds, sometimes like lightning folding in the sky, and sometimes like a long river setting sun…

Even Ye Youying of the demon sect, who had a great grudge against Zhu Minglang, couldn’t help but exclaim in admiration!

However, further away, everyone was left without room for amazement, for they could no longer see any wooden target, nor could they see the Sword Spirit Dragon clearly, barely able to follow the red dot of sword light flickering near the distant mountain lake…

After an unknown amount of time, the crowd still hadn’t recovered from their disbelief, yet Zhu Minglang, standing on the mountain platform, was already walking back towards them.

From the mountain platform to the flat area, it was actually just about thirty or so steps.

But as Zhu Minglang returned to everyone, the sword shot through the air, returning to hover behind Zhu Minglang, as if carried by its master. How could one simply describe it as free and graceful? It was the proud son of the sword, so aloof and transcendent!!

Zhu Minglang glanced at the water clock, the time had not yet passed halfway.

Of course, Zhu Minglang had also instructed the Sword Spirit Dragon to slow down a bit; there was no need to reveal all their strength, since it was just a small display of skill. It wouldn’t be too good to scare the disciples of the White Robe Sword Sect.

But in fact, the disciples of the White Robe Sword Sect were already scared!

Lín Zhong and Ming Xiu, in particular, didn’t know what to say for a long time, especially Ming Xiu, who now realized how foolish it was for her to let Zhu Minglang try the Flying Sword practice.

“So how about that, the targets I hit and the time I took should be a bit better than yours, right?” Zhu Minglang asked with a smile.

Lín Zhong’s face was stiff.

You call this a bit better???

“The record at the top just now, that was Leader Lei’s… and it seems, Brother Zhu, you were much faster than our Leader Lei,” Lín Zhong said with a trembling voice.

If it was just a direct flight from the mountain platform to the mountain lake, most Flying Sword Swordsmasters could accomplish it within the time Zhu Minglang took; Flying Swords are very fast.

But to precisely hit the targets in different places and positions along Long Valley, the actual distance is more than five times longer than the straight-line distance, not to mention the extreme difficulty of this controlling process!

Compared to that, isn’t Leader Lei completely incomparable to Brother Zhu’s realm with the Flying Sword??

“Ah??? That was Leader Lei’s record, sorry, sorry,” Zhu Minglang scratched his head.

This is awkward!

He thought that was Lín Zhong’s record. Lín Zhong wasn’t much older than him; Zhu Minglang’s display of skill was just intended to be a bit better than others, but he accidentally broke Leader Lei’s record.

“Um, Deacon Lín, the eighty-six wooden stakes, it seems he hit them all,” said a female disciple in charge of tallying the stakes, speaking in an even lower voice.

Lín Zhong and Ming Xiu staggered at this news, hardly able to stand steady!

“He hit all of them?? Eighty-six?” Lín Zhong turned his head and asked.

“Yes, he hit all of them,” the female disciple responded.

They had a special way of counting that didn’t require them to run through the entire Long Valley—they could still tell which stakes were missed.

But Zhu Minglang hadn’t missed a single one; he hit them all!

The problem was, even Leader Lei, during the record time, had only hit seventy-nine!

And here’s the scariest part!

Leader Lei had been practicing here for ten years, and he had more or less memorized the positions of those stakes.

This Zhu Minglang was here at the White Robe Sword Sect for the first time and was also trying this Flying Sword practice for the first time…

Lín Zhong slowly turned his head back around, and when his eyes landed on Zhu Minglang again, he regarded him no differently than a deity who had descended from Divine Mountain!

“Brother Zhu, could it be that you are a revered Swordsman from the Yaoshan Sword Sect?” Lín Zhong changed his form of address, the tone becoming even more respectful.

Feeling the gaze of everyone around him as if looking at a monster, Zhu Minglang realized he had shown off his skills a bit too much.

“Not at all, I am far from being revered. It’s just that my Sword is somewhat special. It’s a Spirit Sword, so even without my deliberate control, it can recognize targets to attack,” Zhu Minglang hastily explained.

“Spirit Swords are somewhat special?” Ming Xiu repeated.

“Yes, the Sword is rather special. Sometimes it can achieve victory over the enemy even without my control,” Zhu Minglang said with a smile.

“That’s great, that’s great… Oh, no offense meant. The main thing is, there are hardly a few at our White Robe Sword Sect who have reached your Realm, you are younger than us by several years, but it’s no surprise coming from the Yaoshan Sword Sect, truly enlightening for us frogs at the bottom of the well,” Lín Zhong said.

“You flatter me, really. This Flying Sword practice of yours is quite ingenious as well, certainly a very effective training method,” Zhu Minglang replied.

No matter how Zhu Minglang tried to explain, he couldn’t shed the label of being a monster.

For those disciples, just being able to successfully control a Flying Sword to reach the mountain lake was already brag-worthy. On top of that, hitting the stakes within a short amount of time was akin to an impossible feat…

Lunch suddenly lost its appeal.

After all, even if the Flying Sword was somewhat special, it still represented genuine skill.

With such mastery, killing from a thousand miles away would be nothing remarkable!

In the afternoon, Lín Zhong and Ming Xiu only dared to take Zhu Minglang and Ye Youying on a tour of the Sword Manor. As for testing each other’s martial arts skills, they dared not even think of it anymore…

Regardless of his Cultivation Base, the Realm of Flying Sword mastery he had reached was far beyond everyone in the Sword Manor!

In giant Sword Sects like the Yaoshan Sword Sect, the Miao Mountain Sword Sect, and the White Robe Sword Sect, it is acknowledged that Realm stands above Cultivation Base.

Cultivation Base can be slowly improved, but the Sword Territory is profound and hard to grasp!