Chapter 17-The Stronger My Enemy Is, the Stronger I Will Become  

Of course, Xiao Chengxuan’s cheers also meant to embarrass Li Canyang and those from Xiyang Town.

Ding Hao’s attack had angered the arrogant and cold Li Yiruo.

“Who are you? How dare you hurt my maidservant?”

Li Yiruo had already changed into her boots. Her white female warrior costume showed off her curvaceous and sexy figure. It was unlike a body possessed by a 14 or 15-year-old girl. She had a cold smile on her face, looking proud and mighty like a peacock. Her eyes were sinisterly cold.

“We are not allowed to be noisy or fight by the Sword-cleansing Pond of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect.” Ding Hao was also a stubborn person. He laughed coldly and said, “If she dares to make another move, she would not just be simply hurt.”

The pale-faced young man Li Canyang heard this and felt weak as he thought of something. He frowned and asked, “Are you a disciple of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect?”

Ding Hao laughed coldly and did not deny that.

“Since you are a disciple of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect, then I shall not make things difficult for you. Cousin, let’s forget this incident.” Li Canyang’s eyes shone. It was evident that he did not wish to make an enemy of a disciple from the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect because of such an unimportant matter.”

While Xiyang Town was a relatively powerful human settlement, it could not compare to the power the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect which had been over its surrounding radius. Even an ordinary disciple of the sect could be an equal of him, the young master of Xiyang Town.

Furthermore, he had come to join the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect and learn skills, not to make enemies.

Even though he had a relative who was an Elder of a Swordsmanship-seeking Sect branch as his backing, he should not cause too much trouble.

Of course, the main thing was that he had seen Ding Hao’s sharp and fluid sword skills and knew that it was extraordinary. He had mistakenly thought that Ding Hao was an elite disciple of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect and did not want to make him an enemy.

Who would know that the arrogant princess that was Li Yiruo had been embarrassed by Ding Hao. She had been spoiled and did not intend to let the matter rest.

The icy girl stared at Ding Hao sharply. Her gaze was sinister and vicious as if she wanted to remember Ding Hao forever. Moments later, she smiled coldly and said, “I’ll let the matter rest if you make that little bitch come over and kneel before me and lick the mud off my shoes.”

Li Canyang heaved a sigh of relief and laughed loudly, “That’s easy. Little brother, this has nothing to do with you anymore. Let the dirty girl come and lick and everything will be fine.”

The mysterious girl heard this, and her beautiful eyes shone with anger.

It was a pity that she was weaker. She had to accept such humiliation if she did not want to be beaten to death.

After all, it was a world where the strong preyed on the weak.

She had experienced many difficulties before finally traversing through the wilderness and reaching the mountain below the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect. She had done all this just so she could learn skills at the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect and become someone powerful so that she could take back what belonged to her. She would not give up just because of the minor incident that was happening before her right now.

When the mysterious girl was about to accept her humiliation, the sound of Ding Hao’s laughter rang in her ears.

She stared at Ding Hao’s back in shock.

Then, she heard the young man’s determined reply.

“Do not do unto others what you do not want to be done unto you. The Sword-cleansing Pond belongs to the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect and is not private property. What is wrong with someone cleaning in it? This request is unreasonable. Forgive the sword in my hands. I cannot agree with this!”

Ding Hao’s gaze was sharp and he did not want to budge an inch, not wanting to accept the concession.

“You bastard, don’t regret protecting this bitch.” Li Yiruo threatened, her face beautiful, but her heart vicious.

Ding Hao’s bad temper reared to a head.

He laughed coldly and pulled out the rusty sword behind his back and waved it in front of his chest. Ding Hao said arrogantly, “Pfft, you’re so young and yet you throw around words like ‘bitch’ here and there. You have the face of a flower but the poisonous heart of snakes and scorpions. I think you’re the bitch. Hehe. I have to meddle in this affair. If you don’t like it, come and fight the sword in my hand!”

“You...”

Li Yiruo was stunned in her anger.

She had been spoiled and pampered since she was young. There were many men who looked at her beautiful face and tried to get close to her like salivating dogs. They surrounded her every day and gave in to her every whim. Who would know that the man by the Sword-cleansing Pond dressed in rough clothing would go against her many times just for a filthy little bitch? Could he be blind?

“I’m going to kill you.”

Li Yiruo felt a great embarrassment. She shouted angrily, “Chen Wu, what are you waiting for? Kill him! Chop him into tens and thousands of pieces!”

The burly mustached man called Chen Wu was the lead guard of the Xiyang Town party. He looked at Li Canyang awkwardly when he heard that. The young man in front of him was likely a disciple of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect and he did not dare to simply offend him.

“Since this is so, young friend, I apologize. If you can hold off three strokes of Chen Wu’s, then the matter will be considered over.” Li Canyang considered the matter for a moment. He wanted to have the guards test Ding Hao’s abilities. Competing over martial arts and learning from each other was considered normal in this world.

Ding Hao laughed coldly and said sarcastically, “Alright. It’d be good to see Xiyang Town’s indomitable skills.”

Chen Wu heard this and heaved a sigh of relief. He had seen Ding Hao’s swordsmanship earlier and did not dare to take him lightly. He pulled out a long sword from his waist and made a start gesture. “Young friend, I apologize.”

With that, the long sword shook and turned into five brilliant sword flowers that pierced forward.

Ding Hao did not defend against it.

He did not panic and he stepped the “Stunning Steps”, battling flexibly. His figure shimmered and he avoided the blade. The rusty sword in his hand rang and he used the elementary “Cloud-stirring” sword stroke.

The rusted sword turned into wisps of red light that tore through the air like a viper’s tongue, hurtling toward Chen Wu.

Chen Wu could not capture the lightning-like sword. He screamed internally and dodged immediately.

Chen Wu’s taking a step back allowed Ding Hao to grasp the pattern of the battle.

“Whoosh!”

The rust mottled long sword whistled clearly.

When he used the 13th elementary sword stroke “Wind-chasing”, the sword gleamed and then dimmed. Ding Hao’s figure flickered and his sword light moved like the wind. It immediately enveloped all vital parts of Chen Wu’s body within.

Chen Wu was shocked. He could not do anything but retreat.

Ding Hao stepped forward quickly.

He was determined not to allow his opponent any opportunity to breathe. His sword style changed and turned into the even faster “Rapid-Cross Sword”.

Red light enveloped the space and the aura of the sword filled the space. Ding Hao had the upper hand of the battle.

The red light of the sword forced Chen Wu, a “Three acupoint Martial Student” in a spin. He sweated profusely. He had plenty of experience fighting with demons and beasts. However, he was enveloped by Ding Hao’s scary sword light and he did not have an opportunity to use them.

This situation could not showcase the true abilities of both parties.

In actual fact, Chen Wu’s abilities were above that of Ding Hao. However, he was wary and did not dare to try his best. And secondly, he was just doing his job. There was no need to offend whom he thought was a Swordsmanship-seeking Sect disciple just for his spoilt young mistress. As such, he did not completely unleash his Qi.

However, those who were watching the battle did not know this much.

To them, Ding Hao was a demonic existence. He had used the simple “Rapid-Cross Sword” suite and did not even unleash his Qi. He had depended on his extraordinary sword skills and oppressed Chen Wu, a powerful man who had battled before on the line between life and death. How incredulous.

The fluid sword strokes looked extremely ordinary, but in Ding Hao’s hands, they were filled with charm. It was suddenly fast, and then suddenly slow. It was hard to capture with one’s eyes. And if one looked at it for too long, they would feel their vision getting blurry and their heads dizzy. It was obviously a sign that Ding Hao was about to understand the sword perfectly.