Fox Demon: Starts with Lu Zu template

Amidst the earth-shaking explosion, when the figures of Li Chungang and Wang Xianzhi disappeared on the sea level, dawn had already arrived in Wudi City.

The people on the city wall looked at the dawn rising in the east in silence for a long time.

"Who... won?" Gu Yi asked softly, with shock in his voice.

A passerby shook his head slightly: "Winning or losing is no longer important. It's an honor to witness the duel between two peerless masters."

Wang Quan Shouzhuo looked at the Wang Quan sword which had returned to his hand at some point.

Dongfang Guyue suddenly pointed to the sea: "Look!"

Upon hearing this, everyone turned around to look.

On the sparkling sea, two figures were seen walking on the waves.

The person on the left had his blue robe fluttering, and his empty left sleeve swayed in the wind; the person on the right had his white robe fluttering, and every step he took seemed to have a thousand pounds of force, causing the sea surface to sink and then flatten again.

Everyone stared intently at the two figures approaching.

The sea breeze blew in with a salty and fishy smell, and everyone's heart tightened.

The two figures seemed to be moving slowly, but in fact they arrived in an instant.

Li Chungang was the first to step onto the beach, his cloth shoes sinking into the fine sand, leaving shallow footprints.

Wang Xianzhi followed closely behind, and when he landed he didn't even disturb a grain of sand.

"Brother Li." Dongfang Gu Yue stepped forward and bowed.

Wang Quan Shouzhuo also nodded slightly in greeting.

Li Chungang nodded in response, but his eyes remained on Wang Xianzhi.

The two looked at each other for a long time, and the sea breeze seemed to stagnate at this moment.

Finally, Wang Xianzhi nodded slightly, tapped his toes lightly, and soared into the sky like a roc spreading its wings. After a few rises and falls, he disappeared into the twilight.

"Hu——" Huandu Qingtian in the distance took a deep breath from his copper pipe, and the smoke he exhaled appeared a strange purple color under the setting sun.

The Southern Poison Emperor narrowed his eyes, his voice hoarse as sandpaper, "I've lived for so many years and witnessed countless battles, but this one can truly be called the most stunning!"

"Why is it called the most stunning?" Tushan Honghong asked at this time.

Huan Du Qingtian pointed at Li Chunfeng's back with his pipe and said, "In the past five hundred years, the only person who can rival Lü Zu in swordsmanship is this one."

He then pointed in the direction Wang Xianzhi had disappeared and said, "And he's the only one who could dominate the world and suppress the martial arts world with just his fists! You have to know that five hundred years ago, it was Lü Zu who had the final say, and no one could match him."

Huan Du Qingtian continued, "Take Zhang Sanfeng of Wudang, for example. He founded the Tai Chi sword art lineage and was truly a brilliant talent! But compared to the person before me..."

He shook his head, his pipe drawing a purple arc in the setting sun. "It's still a little off, so this fight between the two can be called the most stunning yet!"

Although Tushan Honghong on the side didn't say another word, the recognition that flashed in her eyes could not be deceived.

As the battle ended, the spectators left one after another.

Before leaving, Tushan Honghong looked at Li Chungang deeply, her eyes complicated and incomprehensible.

In a blink of an eye, only Li Chungang and a few others were left on the beach.

"Brother Li, the battle just now..." Dongfang Gu Yue hesitated to speak.

Wang Quan Shouzhuo took over the conversation: "But you won?"

At this moment, Gu Yi rushed through the crowd and came out from behind Wang Quan Shouzhuo: "Yes, yes, who won between you and Wang Xianzhi?"

Li Chungang didn't say it directly. He lowered his head with a hint of smile in his eyes: "Of course..."

He paused, "I lost."

As soon as these words were spoken, Dongfang Gu Yue and Wang Quan Shouzhuo's expressions changed at the same time.

Even Gu Yi couldn't hide the doubt in his eyes.

Because in their hearts, Li Chungang is the one who will win.

Although they also thought that Li Chungang might lose, that possibility was too small in their minds.

"This..." Wang Quan Shouzhuo frowned, "Brother Li, with your current swordsmanship, you can't defeat Wang Xianzhi...?"

Li Chungang waved his hand, clasped his one arm behind his back, and looked in the direction Wang Xianzhi left: "It's not that I'm really weaker than him."

The sea breeze brushed against his graying temples. "Over the years, Wang Xianzhi has cultivated his mind through battle, and his strength has naturally reached new heights."

Seeing their confused faces, Li Chungang sighed, sat cross-legged on the beach, and motioned for us to sit down too.

The moonlight shone on his thin face, outlining deep contours.

"To put it simply," he said, grabbing a handful of sand and letting it flow through his fingers.

"For decades, Wang Xianzhi has forged an invincible spirit through the challenges of the world! Wudi City is his territory, with every advantage in location. He has been preparing for this battle for decades, his fighting spirit is at its peak, and he has the support of everyone. Now, I have lost an arm, and the timing is right."

The boy listened attentively and unconsciously imitated Li Chungang's actions and grabbed a handful of sand.

The fine sand was cold and fell through the fingers.

"The time, the place and the people are all right, what can I use to win?" Li Chungang smiled self-deprecatingly, his empty left sleeve swaying in the wind.

At this time, Dongfang Guyue and Wang Quan Shouzhuo realized that Li Chungang had lost an arm.

"Who can cut off your arm, Brother Li?"

Compared to Li Chungang's loss to Wang Xianzhi, it is even more difficult for them to believe that there is someone in this world who can break Li Chungang's arm!

"I had a fight with someone and I won, but this arm was the price I paid."

Seeing that Li Chungang didn't seem to want to talk about this matter, the two of them tactfully didn't ask any more questions.

"Let's get back to the point. With my broken arm, I'm naturally no match for Wang Xianzhi."

Dongfang Guyue pondered, "No wonder Wang Xianzhi never left Wudi City all these years. It turns out he was cultivating his 'power'."

"You are right but also wrong." Li Chungang shook his head.

"He does want to build up his momentum, but he's mostly waiting for me. He and I both waited too long for that battle!"

"Furthermore, the ultimate martial art is no longer a simple contest of strength. State of mind, aura, and environment are all essential! Only by possessing all of them can one be invincible."

After hearing this, Gu Yi swallowed his saliva and suddenly remembered his childish words of boasting that he would challenge Wang Xianzhi, and his face turned red.

The sand in my hand had leaked out without me noticing, leaving only a little moisture on my palm.

"Then...is there anyone else in this world who can beat Wang Xianzhi?" the young man asked in a low voice.

Li Chungang looked up at the moon and was silent for a long time. "I'm afraid only if Lu Zu from five hundred years ago came in person would there be a 70% chance of success."

The waves gently hit the shore, and the beach gleamed silvery in the moonlight.

Wang Quan Shouzhuo suddenly spoke up: "Brother Li, since you know this battle is not going to go your way, why are you still fighting?"

"On the road of martial arts, if you don't advance, you will retreat." Li Chungang stood up, his shadow stretched out very long.

"When you do something knowing it's impossible, your true ability will be revealed." He turned and looked at me.

"Remember, true strength isn't about constant victory, but about recognizing your own shortcomings in every defeat."

Chapter 114 The Sword God is ridiculed?

Gu Yi nodded blankly, as if something in his heart was touched.

Dongfang Guyue suddenly laughed and said, "Brother Li, what you said reminds me of when I was young and was defeated by your sword."

Li Chungang also laughed: "It's normal to lose to me!"

"It's getting late, we should go." Li Chungang straightened his clothes and looked at Dongfang Guyue and the other person.

"How about we go have a drink together?"

Dusk always comes especially quickly in Wudi City.

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the bluestone-paved streets, dyeing the entire city blood-red.

However, Wang Quan Shouzhuo and Dongfang Guyue did not answer immediately.

The two looked at each other, and a look of embarrassment appeared on their faces.

Li Chungang took in the expressions of the two men and his brows gradually furrowed.

"What's wrong?" He glanced back and forth between their faces. "After twenty years, you don't even want to drink a glass of wine with me?"

Wang Quan Shouzhuo took a deep breath, his fingers unconsciously stroking the Wang Quan Sword. "Brother Li, you may not know this, but I now hold the dual positions of leader of the Daoist Alliance and head of the Wang Quan family. The daily tasks I have to deal with are overwhelming. If I hadn't heard that Brother Li was planning a decisive battle with Wang Xianzhi, I probably wouldn't have come..."

His voice trailed off, his eyes filled with apology.

Dongfang Guyue also sighed and took over the conversation: "Yes, Brother Li. It has been twenty years since we last met. Brother Shouzhuo and I are now married, and my wife is pregnant... If Brother Li hadn't reappeared, I'm afraid I would have..."

Several people fell silent for a moment.

Li Chungang stared at the two of them, his brows slowly relaxing.

"I see..." Li Chungang nodded slowly, his voice low, "I couldn't make it to your weddings."

Wang Quan Shouzhuo hurriedly said, "Brother Li, don't overthink it. How could we blame you?"

"Yes," Dongfang Guyue also echoed, "People like us who practice cultivation often have no control over our own actions."

Li Chungang suddenly burst into laughter, but his laughter was tinged with sadness. "Okay! Okay! Since both of you have important matters to attend to, I won't force you to stay."

Wang Quan Shouzhuo and Dongfang Guyue looked at each other.

"Brother Li, take care." Wang Quan Shouzhuo stood up and bowed, a hint of worry flashing in his eyes.

Li Chungang waved his hand and his gaze lingered on Wang Quan Shouzhuo: "You too, Brother Shouzhuo, you are already quite weak, remember not to overwork yourself."

Dongfang Guyue also spoke up at this time: "Brother Li, I hope to see you at the full moon banquet!"

Li Chungang's eyes lit up: "Great! I won't let Brother Gu Yue down. The three of us will definitely have a nice drink together then!"

Looking at the two people's backs as they left, the smile on Li Chungang's face gradually disappeared.

Seeing this, Gu Yi hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward and gently tugged at Li Chungang's sleeve: "Old beggar...are you okay?"

Li Chungang was about to turn his head when a joking voice suddenly came from a distance: "Of course he's fine. He's just wondering what to do if his reputation as the Sword God is ruined after losing to Wang Xianzhi!"

As soon as the voice fell, a white figure appeared before the two of them like a ghost.

The person who came was a child who looked only seven or eight years old. He was dressed in white clothes as white as snow and his face was as delicate as a porcelain doll.

Only his eyes revealed a cunning that did not match his appearance.

Li Chungang narrowed his eyes: "So it's the Third Young Master. By the way, is the Third Young Master teasing me?"

The Poisonous Boy—or the Third Young Master of Aolai.

He said with a smug look on his face, "I wouldn't dare. What if the Sword God strikes me with his sword?"

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became tense again.

Gu Yi stared vigilantly at the strange child who suddenly appeared.

Li Chungang snorted coldly, "Wang Xianzhi's mindset is now invincible, and his strength is unrivaled. Moreover, Wang Xianzhi is still in Wudi City. It is only natural that I lost.

If the Third Young Master has the ability, why not go and fight Wang Xianzhi in person! Arguing with an old man like me here will only make you lose your status as the Third Young Master of Aolai!

The smile on the face of the third young master of Aolai froze, and a hint of dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes.

His voice turned colder: "Li Chungang, do you think provoking me will work?"

"Whether it works or not, you'll know after trying it." Li Chungang did not give in.

The two stared at each other for a long time, and suddenly Aolai Sanshao sneered: "Alas, I originally thought that someone was here for revenge, but I didn't expect that he was here to deliver food!"

"I told you not to go, but you didn't listen and insisted on humiliating yourself. Who can you blame?"

"So what? I have never been timid in my life." Li Chungang said with sharp eyes.

The Aolai Third Young Master shook his head: "Stupid. Knowing you're going to lose and still going to die, that's not courage, that's stupidity."

"It's better than some people. At least I still dare to draw my sword!" Li Chungang retorted.

Aolai Sanshao was not angry even when being ridiculed.

He also knew that Wang Xianzhi was now in Wudi City, and even if he went there, he would only be defeated.

Unless, as Li Chungang said, he leaves Wudi City, and he must be able to reach 80% of his peak strength in order to compete with him without being defeated.

What's more, he has only recovered to 60% of his peak period.