The second-generation disciples, who had previously looked down on Zhang Weihao, their junior brother, because of his family background, including Lao Denuo, the gold medal double agent, were now completely amazed.

The seemingly simple sword strike was surprisingly powerful. In a life-or-death duel, even the senior disciple Linghu Chong might not be able to withstand two strikes.

“Junior brother, is it possible to be this powerful with just basic swordsmanship?”

“If you can master the basics, you’ll already surpass 99% of the swordsmen in the world. Do you know Ximen Chuixue, the sword god among the five great sword gods? He’s the peerless sword god ranked 13th on the martial arts ranking list, and he uses basic sword techniques.”

He stood tall and straight, dressed in white as snow, but the sword at his waist was black, pitch black, long and narrow, an ancient weapon, the sharpest in the world, with a blade three feet and seven inches long and a net weight of seven pounds and thirteen ounces.

Ximen Chuixue came from a wealthy family and owned a mansion in Wanmei Mountain Villa. He began learning swordsmanship at the age of seven, became obsessed with swords, and regarded killing as an art. After killing someone, he liked to blow the blood off his sword, just like a person returning home at night shaking off the snowflakes.

He was blowing blood, not snow.

He began learning swordsmanship at the age of seven, and after seven years of mastery, he has yet to meet his match.

The hardships and struggles he endured while practicing swordsmanship are unknown, but Ximen never parted with his sword, not even when eating or sleeping.

Before entering the martial world, Ximen was already obsessed with the way of the sword.

Ximen Chuixue rode his horse for three days under the scorching sun from a thousand miles away to reach this unfamiliar city.

He fasted for three days, bathed and burned incense, all for the sake of avenging a stranger, to kill a stranger.

To others, this is a ridiculous thing.

But in his eyes, it was an extremely sacred thing.

He once said, “There will always be treacherous and unrighteous people in this world who cannot be killed. When you plunge your sword into their throat and watch the blood bloom beneath your blade, you will always see that moment of brilliant glory, and you will know that that kind of beauty is absolutely unmatched.”

Ximen Chuixue was a figure almost like a superstar worshipped by countless swordsmen throughout the world.

Although Yan Nantian ranks the highest, he is still a senior figure in the martial arts world, just like Feng Qingyang. They are all from the previous generation, or even the generation before that. Many of them were already famous in the martial arts world before they were even born.

But Ximen Chuixue is only in his early twenties, even two or three years younger than Linghu Chong.

In comparison, it’s like comparing heaven and earth. Even the second-generation disciples present, who were Linghu Chong’s supporters, didn’t think their senior brother could be compared to such a god of swordsmanship.

“Sword God” is the most coveted title that countless swordsmen would flock to, but this title belongs exclusively to Ximen Chuixue.

According to Tianji Pavilion and Baixiaosheng, who created the martial arts ranking list, Ximen Chuixue, who was just over twenty years old, was the one who best fit the title.

Even Linghu Chong, with a look of longing, pressed on, “So Ximen Chuixue only practices basic swordsmanship?”

“That’s right. Ximen Chuixue only practices basic swordsmanship and doesn’t know any sword techniques. Or rather, he has already comprehended his own sword techniques from basic swordsmanship. When he comprehends his own sword path, he will be a true sword god, a master of innate martial arts, and a top-tier existence who can dominate the martial world with his sword.”

Therefore, instead of wasting time on flashy but ultimately unmasterable sword techniques, and instead investing more time and energy in solidifying the fundamentals, the Sword God Fu Hongxue practiced drawing, slashing, and sheathing his sword tens of thousands of times every day for seventeen years. Ultimately, he mastered the triple intent of the sword, never needing a second strike to kill. Did he even need sword techniques?

Xie Xiaofeng nodded in agreement, and suddenly felt a strong urge to practice swordsmanship again. For some reason, his previously cold heart warmed up once more, and he realized that a sword was not only a weapon for killing, but could also be a friend.

As Zhang Weihao recounted the martial arts learning experiences of these legendary figures, a group of Huashan disciples who had not yet truly entered the martial arts world were filled with excitement, and then they began practicing the most basic sword techniques together.

Zhang Weihao was generous with his advice, even pointing out how to hold a sword.

This isn’t based on your personal preferences or habits; it depends on your arm span and the length and thickness of your fingers.

It has to be said that Linghu Chong was truly blessed by God. His arm span was exceptionally long, and his fingers were slender and powerful, making him a born swordsman.

“How strange, why hold the sword like that?” Linghu Chong, being a free spirit and somewhat carefree, quickly forgot his unpleasantness and humbly asked for guidance, raising his own questions.

“Weapons are an extension of the body. Ultimately, the unity of man and sword, man and knife, depends on the man. You must wield the sword as a person. So you must treat the sword as part of your body and get used to the flexibility of your body. In this way, you can be a top swordsman no matter what you hold in your hand, or even empty-handed, rather than just relying on the sword itself. This is the realm of no sword in the way of the sword, where no sword is better than having a sword.”

Linghu Chong and the others were fine, they didn’t understand at all. Feng Qingyang, who had been hiding in the shadows and spying, almost cried out in surprise. Although he had also been saying that having no sword is better than having a sword, it was definitely not as clear and straightforward as Zhang Weihao’s expression. He instantly understood many key points.

At this moment, they looked at Zhang Weihao as if he were a monster, and even felt a sense of excitement and wanted to spar with him.

Xie Xiaofeng wasn’t much better off; he was also eager to test his skills against Zhang Weihao, the young master who seemed to be a top swordsman.

However, considering the other party’s age and the length of time they had practiced martial arts, they ultimately decided to wait and make a move now. Wouldn’t that be bullying a child?