chapter 6 The first official duel

Only when a person challenges themselves do they realize their potential is boundless.
On the White Cloud Peak, Sonny sat in silent meditation. His aura exuded a profound quality, and a subtle life force surrounded him.
Executing a series of intricate hand seals, Sonny absorbed the surrounding life force into his body. Beneath his skin, one could discern subtle movements, and beads of sweat the size of beans trickled down his forehead.
Brahma Buddha Technique, assertive and vigorous.
It took Sonny three days to fully comprehend the essence of the Brahma Buddha Technique. In these three days, he not only stabilized his own cultivation but also advanced to the Martial Master Realm, enabling him to refine his martial techniques and cultivate internal energy.
This was also the reason Chance entrusted the Brahma Buddha Technique to Sonny.
The mental technique serves as the foundation of a towering building. Without a solid foundation, the building is susceptible to collapse. Similarly, in martial arts, a powerful mental technique enhances the potency of cultivated internal energy. The mightier the mental technique, the more formidable the internal energy.
Although Sonny was unaware of the Brahma Buddha Technique's rank, he was convinced of its excellence. After comprehending it, he found the Brahma Buddha Technique to be incredibly profound.
Just entering the Martial Master Realm, Sonny's meridians were fragile. Carelessness could lead to shattered meridians, forcing him to proceed cautiously. The life force surged through his meridians like a raging bull, causing excruciating pain. Sonny endured it with gritted teeth.
He understood the bitter cold that accompanied the fragrance of plum blossoms.
As the sun rose and set.
a day quickly passed, slipping by unnoticed.
Feeling fatigued, Sonny returned to his dormitory.
From a distance, he noticed his dormitory door ajar. Upon closer inspection, he found a letter affixed to the door.
"Sonny, you coward, tomorrow morning, I challenge you!"
The concise words were accompanied by a drawing of a giant turtle, Sonny's name written on its back.
"Owen..."
Sonny's face revealed a faint smile as he tore the letter, discarding it in the trash. The drawing on the floor didn't merit a second glance.
"How childish?"
a voice remarked from behind.
Turning around, Sonny faced Ricardo, A smile played on Sonny's lips, "Don't understand...?"
Approaching Sonny, Ricardo said, "Your expression tells me – you find Owen's actions amusing."
Sonny shrugged, "If that's how you see it, there's nothing I can do."
Stopping three steps away from Sonny, Ricardo said, "Others say you're a waste. Truly laughable."
Sonny maintained a calm gaze.
"Your swordsmanship is probably on par with mine, isn't it?" Ricardo continued.
Sonny displayed a self-deprecating smile, "I could lose in three moves... quite a difference."
Shaking his head, Ricardo said, "Our last duel, I just happened to break your move. It doesn't count."
Observing Ricardo carefully, closely, Sonny was surprised. Ricardo's arrogance was renowned within the Sword Sect. Even the sect leader dared not cross him without consequences. To have such a conversation here was unusual. If Sonny hadn't heard it himself, he wouldn't have believed it.
Ricardo's eyes were clear, still filled with pride.
"What exactly do you want to say... just say it!"
Sonny said softly.
Ricardo's expression turned serious, "Do you know... why I want to join the Sword Sect?"
Sonny shook his head.
Ricardo's expression became somewhat desolate, "I came for a person, a legend."
"Who?"
Sonny had a name in mind but wasn't certain.
"Chance, a sword prodigy once every century."
Sonny's heart trembled slightly, gripping his sword tighter.
"I didn't expect Chance to choose you as the heir... truly unexpected, but it had to be you, only you are qualified to be my opponent. In three months, the Sword Leadership Competition will take place. I hope you can have a resounding duel with me."
Ricardo's tone was filled with unparalleled arrogance.
Sonny gazed into the distance. "I want to know about him."
Ricardo's expression dimmed. After a moment of contemplation, he said, "There's no benefit in knowing about him. Only when you truly become a strong individual will you be qualified to investigate everything about him."
Nodding, Sonny turned and entered the dormitory.
"As his disciple, don't tarnish his reputation. Resolve Owen's matter. If you want peace for the next three months while practicing."
Without looking back, Ricardo left, his clear voice reaching Sonny's ears.
"Alright!"
Sonny said softly.
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In the Sword Sect, disciple discipline was strict, prohibiting private fights while encouraging open duels.
In the early morning, Sonny tidied his room and headed to the arena.
The arena was empty.
Sonny sat in the stands, closing his eyes to rest, patiently waiting for Owen.
The sun is high.
A harsh sound reached Sonny's ears.
"Big loser, I thought you wouldn't dare to come... Didn't expect you actually came."
Owen laughed, pointing at Sonny.
Sonny opened his eyes, his expression neither happy nor angry, walking onto the stage with a normal demeanor.
Owen's expression changed slightly. Sonny's calmness made him uncomfortable, a bad feeling creeping into his heart. But considering Sonny's longstanding reputation, he regained confidence.
A waste, nothing to fear.
"Owen... go up and teach this loser a lesson, then we'll go have a drink."
"Owen, with you in action, the atmosphere is overwhelming."
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Listening to the compliments from his followers, Owen stepped onto the stage.
Sonny's face revealed a slight smile as he took out a black belt, covering his eyes.
"Seeking death!"
Regarding Sonny's actions, Owen's eyes showed great anger.
How could a waste provoke him repeatedly.
At that moment, Owen's plan on how to seriously injure Sonny became more serious.
Clang!
Owen unsheathed his long sword, stepping forward and slashing a sword flower towards Sonny's Dantian.
The Dantian is the second life of a warrior. If the Dantian is injured, the warrior's path may come to an end.
Clang!
Metal striking metal echoed, as Sonny accurately blocked Owen's sword.
Oops!
The long sword swept, cutting through the air.
The simple long sword pressed against Owen's throat.
"You lost!"
Sonny said softly.
Owen's expression became shocked.
One move.
It was actually a move.
Owen never expected to be defeated by the trash in one move.
Who is the waste, it was evident.
Under the arena, Owen's three followers stood with their mouths wide open, watching Owen, whose face turned pale, not knowing what to say.
Victory, there are countless praises to be sung.
But now, Owen lost in just one move.
Defeated swiftly, decisively.
Retracting his sword, Sonny prepared to leave.
After the shock, Owen finally woke up, emitting an angry roar. A cold light suddenly appeared in his eyes, his steps moved, and the sword in his hand stabbed Sonny's back.
On the edge of the sword, the internal energy ripples with an astonishing momentum.
Owen could not accept his failure.
Swaying his body to one side, Sonny's sword tilted upwards, a violent surge of internal force rushed out from the body.
Ding!
A crisp sound rang out, akin to the dripping of a mountain spring.
Sword tip against sword tip.
Boom!
The impact of the internal force carried on the long sword collided, causing the surrounding air to ripple like a heatwave, spreading out.
Owen's sword broke.
It broke in two.
The simple long sword drove straight in, piercing Owen's shoulder blade, preventing him from picking up the remaining sword in his hand.
"You should be grateful... there are only a few spectators here."
Sonny withdrew the long sword, turned, and left.
Blood soaked through Owen's clothes.
Owen tightly gripped the broken sword in his hand, his face ashen.
"How is this possible?"
"He's just a waste!"
Owen kept muttering in disbelief about the sudden failure.
"Owen, rest assured, what happened today, we will never talk about it. This time was just an accident. You will definitely pay it back in the future."
"Owen, next time, we must retaliate in kind."
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Owen's expression became ugly. The words constantly spoken by his followers seemed more like taunting language to him, intensifying the pain in his heart. The seeds of hatred began to sprout.
"Sonny, just wait."
Throwing away the half of the broken sword in his hand, Owen shouted loudly.