I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 1303 1307: Stop Shouting, I'll Drag Him Out for You

"What swordsmanship is that?"
"That doesn't seem to be swordsmanship at all, it just looks like the most basic sword-drawing pose!"
"Hahaha, is he really going to use that sword drawing technique to counter Sword God's Grand Tien Yen Sword? He's crazy!"
"A fruit knife plus sword drawing technique? He's definitely insane. I bet this strike will turn him into dust! He's blatantly provoking the Sword God!"
"Just now he managed to resist the Sword God for a few minutes; I admit he has some skill, but not much. Let's just say, with these two moves alone, I might not be his match, but it won't be easy to kill me."
"I can only give half a nod to this move."
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"It's over!" Sword God completed storing up his sword energy and finally unleashed that stunning strike, a cold light illuminating the five continents, the white Sword Qi carrying supreme Sword Intent, even just a trace of its leaked power could severely wound or instantly kill an ordinary Saint!
"Yes, it's over!" Zhang Menglong stepped forward gracefully and in an instant drew his fruit knife.
At this moment, even the Sword God's face changed drastically. If Zhang Menglong previously seemed like a sword about to be unsheathed, now he was a Divine Sword that could create or destroy worlds!
His sword energy directly split the Sword God's Sword Qi into two, and Zhang Menglong vanished into a streak of sword light.
The Sword God didn't even see Zhang Menglong's move. While he was still looking for Zhang Menglong, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up instantly as a tiny nail clipper pressed against it.
Yes, not a fruit knife, but now a nail clipper!
"You… what sort of sword technique is this?" The Sword God hadn't just failed, he hadn't imagined he'd lose so tremendously! If Zhang Menglong wielded a real sword, he would be dead now!
"A Semi-Saint, relying on a fruit knife and a nail clipper to defeat the Sword God!"
"This… this is simply unbelievable! Did he start practicing swords while still in the womb?"
"Perhaps he's the top Sword Cultivator of the Stigma Continent!"
"I concede; I fully concede now!"
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"Now, can I stand here?" Zhang Menglong patted the Sword God on the shoulder and then walked past him slowly.
He settled at the pinnacle of Dragon City on the Stigma Continent, taking out a parasol, a reclining chair, and a table, and actually lay down to start watching TV dramas!
"Is this what a real master looks like?"
"Indeed, it's an unfathomable realm to us!"
"Look, the Sword God seems different!"
"He's begun meditating! Did the fight just now enlighten him?"
"Truly worthy of being the Sword God. Even though he lost, he can draw insights from the battle, just for this alone, he deserves the title!"
No doubt, Duan Xianchen gained many insights from that sword strike by Zhang Menglong, something he'd been pursuing as his highest realm his whole life! In that moment, he seemed to glimpse this ultimate realm and get a sense of it, and now he's focusing all his energy on comprehending that fight!
"Impressive, this Sword God has some merit!" Even Zhang Menglong praised, acknowledging that if Duan Xianchen could indeed gain something from his sword strike just now, his realm would certainly undergo a monumental change.
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Thus, Zhang Menglong lay at the top of Dragon City, watching dramas and playing games, waiting for Feng Cong, while Duan Xianchen floated like a statue in the sky. This state persisted for two or three months.
"Why hasn't Feng Cong, that fool, arrived yet?" If only Zhang Menglong had Feng Cong's contact information, he'd have bombarded him with desperate calls by now. He couldn't be thinking of holding off for the full two-year deadline, could he?
"Hmm?" Zhang Menglong squinted and suddenly his gaze locked onto Duan Xianchen floating mid-air.
After months of meditation, he gained new insights!
Duan Xianchen opened his eyes, and for a moment the air seemed filled with crisscrossed Sword Qi, even those watching him from a distance felt their faces sting as if cut by blades.
"Hahaha! So this is the true sword!" Duan Xianchen laughed loudly, "Sword Immortal, what path does your sword follow?"
"I told you, it's the path of the Infinite!" Zhang Menglong casually replied, "Your sword is my sword, my sword is still my sword!"
"Your sword is my sword?" These few lines from the game stirred a tempest in Duan Xianchen's heart.
"Hahaha, now there's no way I'll lose to Mo Xiaoxi!" Duan Xianchen originally had reservations and uncertainty, but after gaining insights from Zhang Menglong's sword drawing technique, he's confident he won't lose to the Sword Saint!
There's only one Sword Immortal, and that's Zhang Menglong. Duan Xianchen genuinely admired Zhang Menglong's swordsmanship, acknowledging him as the strongest, yet his pride insists that even if he's not the first, he has to be the second!
He rose slowly, flying toward the palace within the pinnacle of Dragon City.
"Mo Xiaoxi, I've awaited you for ten years, are you still going to turtle inside?"
"Mo Xiaoxi, if you have the courage, come out and face me. Now that I've comprehended peerless Swordsmanship, I must duel with you to see who truly is the second Sword Cultivator on Stigma Continent!"
Zhang Menglong spit out a mouthful of drink; this Sword God is quite the character. Just moments ago he claimed to be the top Sword Cultivator and now he's vying for second. Truly, he has quite the charisma.
"Oh well, fight for your second position, just don't disturb me!" Zhang Menglong muttered to himself. But Mo Xiaoxi was indeed impressive, to be insulted like that and still not emerge; whether his Swordsmanship is formidable or not, his heart is certainly vast.
If it were Zhang Menglong, he'd transform into an ancestral presence upon the first insult.
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"Mo Xiaoxi, come out!"
"You wimp, will you stay inside forever?"
"Or just admit defeat!"
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"Damn, this is never-ending!" Zhang Menglong's expression shifted from impatience to dislike.
He shut off the video player and stood up, "Hey, aren't you tired? I'm fed up with your endless wailing here. You're disturbing my rest and fun, you know?"
With Zhang Menglong's shout, swordsman Duan Xianchen directly shrank back. If it were anyone else, they'd have been cut with a sword by now. He's spent years periodically shouting insults for hours in front of Mo Xiaoxi's door; who would dare object?
But with Zhang Menglong shouting at him, he didn't dare retaliate. He couldn't win a fight, so he could only shrink back in retreat.
"Do you really want to defeat him that badly?" Zhang Menglong asked.
"Yes, even though we haven't met, he's always been the biggest foe in my heart!" Duan Xianchen replied.
"Fine then," Zhang Menglong shook his head, "if you're that eager to fight him, I'll grant you that dream. I have one request: fight somewhere far away, don't strut around in front of me; it's annoying!"
With one push, Zhang Menglong moved Duan Xianchen aside, "Get out of my way!"
"Are you going to..."
"You want to spar with him, right?" Zhang Menglong said, "I'll bring him out for you! Then find a place to fight to your heart's content, just don't come back to hassle me!"