Chapter 432: Beating the Technique Into Him

Chapter 432: Beating the Technique Into Him

Again! Chen Wuya snapped. He clapped, and the swordsman in red jolted to a halt, then reset and began the swing again.

Hui swept his sword sideways, following the mans motions. He watched the man with his third eye, and copied his qi flows at the same time. Right. When I move, my qi flows like this. On top of that, I need to augment my qi here and there, to put extra power into the blow. Move my arm like this, and step forward.

In the air above him, he materialized qi threads. He connected them to his body at certain points, using the threads to guide himself through the motions. The beginning of a talisman formula appeared, the vague shape of the strokes taking form. Okay. Im getting close. Maybe a little more up, to force my feet upward. Put more power into the puppeteering portion, but leave it weak enough for me to break through when I need to. Yes, yes. I can see it.

Chen Wuya twisted his lips. You could try to actually learn it, you know.

Senior, do you not see how thats going? Hui asked. Id need years to learn it, years! I have minutes! Maybe an hour, if Im lucky. I dont have time to learn the whole technique the proper way with my slow comprehension!

Chen Wuya hummed and said nothing. Hes actually picking it up at a reasonable pace. Claiming that he cant learn sword techniques is it just because it takes him as long to learn sword techniques as it does anyone else, but because talismans are so easy for him, he takes the length of the processthe absolutely ordinary length of the processas a sign that he cannot learn sword techniques? Has no one ever tried to seriously teach him sword techniques? Did he not have a master?

Hui took a deep breath. He closed his eyes and drew something on the air, feeling the shape of the formula. I cant take anything physical out of this space, but I can take the knowledge! He opened his eyes. Next one!Updated from novelb(i)n.c(o)m

You could use another hundred repetitions, Chen Wuya commented.

I dont have time, Senior. I have to learn the sword techniques before the next round! Hui protested.

Hmm. If thats the case then I think youre out of time, he replied.

What? But you only taught me the first two movements!

Chen Wuya ran over and smacked Hui on the head. First two? Did you forget? The first movement is purely a footwork technique! Its the first three!

Ow! Senior, I apologize! Senior! Forgive this small cultivators mistake! Hui cowered, covering his head. This small Chen Wuya who doesnt have claws actually, his punches dont hurt as bad as the crows claws. Id take him over the talons any day!

Were done here, Chen Wuya declared. He looked up at the sky.

Hui followed his gaze. The sky burned with light. He blinked, reflexively raising a hand to cover his eyes.

When he lowered it, he hovered alongside one of the tournament fields once again. He rubbed his eyes and shook his head. Okay. I have a grand total of two sword moves from an actual sword technique, plus that sword techniques foundational movement technique. I have my sects basic sword technique. I have the Bai Clans movement technique, though that ones better suited for avoiding and flighty escapes. And I have the beating sticks bell. I can do this!

He stepped down from the sky, landing lightly along the edge of the tournament floor. Reaching up, he caught the beating stick. The bell chimed gently as he swirled it around to sheath it behind his back.

Chen Wuya fluttered over and landed on Huis shoulder. Let me at him. I hate that kind of stuck-up bastard worst of all.

Senior please. Now isnt the time, Hui muttered.

Hmm, no. Second of all. First is overly-righteous assholes like Fen Long, Chen Wuya said, nodding to himself.

Remove your pet from the arena before I remove it myself, Wen Penglai demanded.

Ohhhh? Who is whos pet now? To have eyes, and fail to see Mount Tai before him tsk, tsk, Chen Wuya said, bending to sharpen his beak on his claws.

Senior, if you dont want to get involved, you should probably leave, Hui said gently. He tightened his grip on the beating stick. I dont know if I can win this, but the last thing I want is for Senior to get hurt and decide its my fault!

Who said I didnt want to get involved? Chen Wuya asked, his voice dangerous.

Huh? But Senior has stayed out of all my fights so far what changed? Is it because I began to learn his sword style? Hui wondered.

Chen Wuya raised a claw and pointed it at Wen Penglai. Ive decided. He pisses me off, so Im going to help you, just this once.

Oh, so thats why.

Wait. Now? Senior you couldnt let me choose the just once for you to help me? Id rather have your help the next time Han Qin shows up, or if his Great Evil sponsor decides to descend! No, the last time I want your help is now, during a battle with some cannon fodder!

A dangerous look in his eye, Chen Wuya turned to Hui.

Hui licked his lips. Small disciple is eternally grateful for Seniors help! It is my fortune that Senior has deigned to step in and assist this small cultivator!

Good, good. Thats more like it, Chen Wuya said, bobbing in place on Huis shoulder. He fluttered his wings and hopped up to Huis head. Now then. Listen to me, and Ill guide you through this fight. Its the kind of opportunity that others wouldnt get even if they begged, killed, or paid for it, so be grateful!

Yes! Hui replied, raising his beating stick.

Opposite him, Wen Penglai assumed his stance. If you wont remove the beast from the arena, then so be it. But dont blame me if it gets hurt!

Heh. Ill remove the beast from the arena. Dont blame me if you get hurt, Chen Wuya muttered, narrowing his eyes at Wen Penglai.

Elder Brother, please. Shall we begin? Hui asked, somewhat nervous. If Chen Wuya gets any more pissed off, hell start taking it out on my skull. Start the fight, start the fight already! I dont need to see my poor plant brains again.