Chapter 254: The Amorous Swordsman's Heartless Sword 2
Dream Dao Attainment: Opening Scheme Against Cultivators
Dream-Making Expert
“You are not Lin Qi.”
Jian Wuming was not a fool, after all.
Others who did not know Lin Qi.
Perhaps they would be deceived by this person before them who looked identical to Lin Qi.
And based on those hearsay rumors about Lin Qi.
They would think Lin Qi should be exactly like this — frivolous, arrogant, looking down on everyone.
But Jian Wuming knew Lin Qi.
In his impression, Lin Qi.
Perhaps at his core, the same arrogant and conceited side existed.
But he would absolutely not act like a reckless brute.
Lin Qi, after all, was a sly old schemer.
As Jian Wuming thought this, the longsword in his hand left its sheath.
“Although I don’t know why you look identical to Lin Qi.”
“And came to the Star Academy impersonating Lin Qi’s identity.”
“But you can fool others, you cannot fool me.”
“Speak.”
“Just who are you!”
“And where is the real Lin Qi?!”
The Peerless Young Master, who had originally been about to cut Jian Wuming down with a single sword strike, heard these words and his fighting intent diminished slightly.
He looked at Jian Wuming — who appeared ready to expose his identity as a fake Lin Qi and demand the real Lin Qi’s whereabouts — with a half-smile.
“So, you must be an old friend of the old man.”
“Not bad.”
This Young Master originally thought the old man had such a lonely face.
There was no way he could have any friends in this life.
But I never imagined.
The old man actually managed to make friends.
As expected of me!
The Peerless Young Master laughed aloud, twirled his sword back into its sheath, then beckoned to Jian Wuming.
“Fine.”
“Considering you’re a friend of the old man.”
“Draw your sword.”
“This Young Master will properly instruct you.”
“Fuck!”
Jian Wuming was instantly amused into anger.
“I damn well think you really are Lin Qi now!”
“That cocky look.”
“It’s an identical match!”
Before the words had fully left his mouth, Jian Wuming’s longsword struck.
Sword qi surged three thousand zhang, one sword like a long river swallowing the setting sun.
“Flashy.”
The Peerless Young Master did not draw his sword.
Facing this strike of Jian Wuming’s — extremely gorgeous, as if a long river and setting sun had been gathered into the blade.
He only shook his head, and tapped with the scabbard.
The long river severed, the setting sun faded.
The scabbard struck with unerring precision right on the tip of Jian Wuming’s sword.
After that one strike, Jian Wuming had already planned many follow-up moves and sword technique variations.
But his sword tip was struck by the Peerless Young Master’s scabbard.
Terrifying force instantly made the longsword wail.
Jian Wuming let out a muffled groan.
He only felt an indescribable, terrifying strange force surge from the blade.
Like the sun rising, like the sun setting.
And like a long river stacking waves — one wave after another, surging without end.