Jun Ye’an smiled faintly, “Chu Xia, who told you that without internal energy, you would lose?” The room fell into silence.
After a long time, Cang Qianlang coldly said, “Losing internal energy doesn’t necessarily mean defeat, but—without the Fish Yang Sword in hand, Jun Ye’an would surely die.”
Chapter Forty (Part Two)
Cang Qianlang held the renowned Fish Yang Sword in his hand, his thumb and index finger pressing down to leave two indentations on the scabbard. He threw the sword to the ground with a clang, sneering, “I fear you can’t even draw the blade at this moment.”
Jun Ye’an was not offended, turned around to pick up an ordinary steel sword from the table, sighed, “Qianlang, you pay too much attention to so-called famous swords. Remember, for a true master, even a leaf or thread can be a weapon. Half a year ago, I pawned this sword, used the money to buy wine, and now you’ve gone to retrieve it.”
Cang Qianlang was not angered: “Honestly, I know Young Master Ye’an isn’t someone who can be easily killed. I’m looking forward to seeing what you have to fight me with.”
“My swordsmanship remains, but I’ve lost all my internal energy. Indeed, I have no chance of winning. But at this moment, I’m betting on you.” Jun Ye’an stated confidently, “Betting that you’ve practiced the martial arts manuals left in the secret chamber on Mount Jun.”
Cang Qianlang was startled.
“You might not know how my father died. Years ago, he accidentally read a manual your father had plundered, and his initial progress was very rapid. Later, however, his three yin channels were severely damaged.” Jun Ye’an slightly pursed his lips, softly saying, “This technique conflicts with our Jun family’s original method. Did you notice, every day at noon when the yin energy is strongest, your channels become unstable, and the three yin energies surge chaotically—isn’t that right?”
Cang Qianlang frowned, silently adjusting his breath, recalling the strange energy surges in his body over the past six months, showing a look of horror.
Jun Ye’an’s smile grew more serene, “Qianlang, why not try channeling your inner breath to the points of Taixi, Sanyinjiao, and Lougu, and see how it feels?”
