Chapter 1596: Chapter 1596: Everything Becomes a Sword

"Because you are a true expert."

Chiba Sakurako said calmly, "Father once said, true experts are competitive and aggressive, unafraid of any challenge. To you, the most troubling thing is not a formidable enemy, but being unrivaled in the world, lonely as snow.

So, even if you have some concerns now, when the time comes tomorrow, you will still go to Canglang Island for the appointment."

"Your father is fooling you." Ye Xuan smirked indifferently, "Although I am unrivaled in the world, I am not lonely at all. My biggest desire in this life is a world without enemies; I’d be overjoyed if there were no formidable foes."

Chiba Sakurako frowned, she really disliked Ye Xuan’s manner of speaking.

Clang!

Chiba Sakurako lost her patience, her hands swiftly drawing out the two sharp katanas from her waist with a crisp sound. As the cold glint flashed, the atmosphere became instantly murderous.

A rolling intent to kill enveloped the scene, yet there was no hostility.

Chiba Sakurako stared coldly at Ye Xuan, her expression solemn as she said, "Make your move!"

Seeing this, Ye Xuan sighed helplessly, bending down to pick up a thin stick from the ground... Since someone has already drawn their katanas, it’s only right that I don’t remain unarmed, no?

Otherwise, it would be too disrespectful to this big pig trotter.

But seeing Ye Xuan’s action, Chiba Sakurako felt deeply humiliated, her brows furrowing tightly, "What do you mean?"

"Nothing special, I’m just respecting you." Ye Xuan shrugged, speaking lightly, "In my heart, I have a sword, and all things are swords. If you don’t like it, I can also fight unarmed."

Too much!

Chiba Sakurako’s face darkened, obviously not believing Ye Xuan’s grand words.

A sword in the heart, everything as a sword?

Grass and trees are just grass and trees, how could they possibly have the sharpness and power of a sword?

"Look out!"

With a sneering smile, Chiba Sakurako converted all her anger into momentum, and as her cold snort fell, her lithe figure, like a phantom, leaped towards Ye Xuan like a leopardess.

In the blink of an eye, Chiba Sakurako lunged in front of Ye Xuan.

The katana in her left hand quivered slightly, slicing through the air in a horizontal cut aimed at Ye Xuan’s waist.

Ye Xuan’s eyes lowered, his wrist moving to place the withered wooden stick at his side.

Theoretically speaking, Chiba Sakurako’s katana was indestructible, able to slice through even many weapons made of pure steel; a mere withered wooden stick should stand no chance.

Chiba Sakurako found Ye Xuan’s block with the stick unnecessary.

Yet at this moment, something strange occurred...

Clang!

When the sharp blade of the katana struck down hard upon the withered wooden stick, not only did it fail to cut through as expected, but it resounded as if striking a peerless sword, emitting an astonishing metallic clash, sending back such force to Chiba Sakurako that she nearly lost her grip on the handle!

Chiba Sakurako’s expression changed dramatically.

Step, step, step!

She retreated three steps, finally dissipating the tremendous force from her left arm, yet still felt her palm tingling, slightly trembling and weak.

As if realizing something, Chiba Sakurako quickly looked down at her left hand’s katana, her beautiful face looking even more astonished.

The katana, forged from reinforced steel, bore a shocking gap as if it had collided with a supreme weapon.

But Chiba Sakurako knew clearly in her heart.

The object Ye Xuan held was merely a withered wooden stick he picked up from the ground!

Chiba Sakurako was stunned.

A shock from the soul!

This single move was enough to show her how impossibly wide the gap between her and Ye Xuan was.

It was like the difference between heaven and earth!

"In my heart, I have a sword, and all things are swords!"

Recalling Ye Xuan’s words, Chiba Sakurako felt the hairs on her body stand up, unable to believe that such a strange person truly existed in this world!

No wonder!

Before him, even her father, the Sword God of the Northern Federation’s martial supremacy, who had only lost once in his life, had almost no confidence in victory!

What kind of monstrous talent is this?

And what kind of terrifying ability is needed to reach such cultivation at such a young age?

Suddenly, Chiba Sakurako felt an overwhelming sense of powerlessness.

This powerlessness made her realize with stark clarity just how insignificant she was before Ye Xuan, like an ant.

Chiba Sakurako bit her lip tightly, her eyes defiant yet filled with resentment.

Seeing her unwilling yet powerless look, Ye Xuan couldn’t help but shake his head, sighing helplessly, "The outcome is decided, there’s no need to continue."

"Today, we determine both superiority and life or death!"

Chiba Sakurako stared intently at Ye Xuan, gritting her teeth, "If you don’t kill me, I will definitely kill you!"

With those words, Chiba Sakurako’s eyes narrowed, and she swung her twin katanas again, the shadows of the blades flickering incessantly, making one dizzy under the night sky.

This was the Sword God’s signature technique, called Falling Leaves and Floating Flowers, known for its extraordinary speed.

It is said that when the Sword God fought with Qin Wentian, he used this killer move, capable of unleashing sixteen slashes in a single second at the age of eighteen.

At this moment, Chiba Sakurako unleashed twenty-seven slashes in just one second.

Although Chiba Sakurako is no longer eighteen, in her early twenties, she has already shown such noticeable progress compared to the Sword God of the past, proving that this big pig trotter has surpassed the old generation.

Chiba Sakurako’s martial arts talent surpasses even the Sword God’s!

But talent cannot be eaten as food.

Even such speed was still not threatening before Ye Xuan.

Seeing the myriad flickering blade shadows, Ye Xuan sighed continuously, "Such a big pig trotter, why won’t you listen?"

"Look out!"

Chiba Sakurako’s sharp voice echoed.

As her voice rang out, her graceful figure approached Ye Xuan like a phantom, wielding dual swords, launching dozens of attacks upon Ye Xuan in the blink of an eye.

Each slash was nearly fatal.

Ye Xuan begrudgingly closed his eyes, swinging the withered wooden stick in his hand.

Clink, clank!

In the air, the sound of metal clashing echoed incessantly, in utter disarray.

All in all, it was a matter of just one second, a flash of lightning.

Suddenly.

The fierce clashing ceased abruptly.

The dazzling shadow of blades dissipated.

All returned to silence, the scene frozen.

Ye Xuan stood in the breeze, the withered wooden stick in his hand lightly touching Chiba Sakurako’s exquisitely beautiful neck, needing only a little force to reduce her to dust.

Chiba Sakurako stood motionless, her once beautiful hands now stained with glaring blood, her grip fissured at the base of the thumb, striking images engraved in the mind.

The two katanas she clutched tightly had already become riddled with holes, like two pieces of scrap iron.