The Elixir is for You, The Poison is for Me

#188 - I can do two-finger Zen too.

Chapter 187 Two-Finger Zen, I Can Do It Too

To slice through seven teacups with one sword, that was the specialty of Mo Da, the Master of Xiaoxiang Night Rain; to slice through seven teacups with twelve sword strikes was something even Lin Pingzhi, before his self-castration, could easily accomplish.

Yet, such a simple task was something that Lü Chaoge had failed to achieve even now.

Of course, anyone with eyes could see that it wasn't because he lacked the skill; he had spent so long preparing, focusing all his attention on how to scare Lu Jing into wetting himself, that he simply didn't have time to worry about the teacups on Lu Jing's body.

However, now that someone had bluntly pointed it out in such an honest manner, the expression on Lü Chaoge's face was exceptionally unsightly.

This highly skilled disciple of the Qilian Sword Sect clearly didn't have as strong a control over his emotions as he did over the longsword in his hand; of course, he knew he shouldn't stab Lu Jing.

Or rather, even if he wanted to stab Lu Jing, he shouldn't have chosen this moment, to do it in front of so many witnesses.

That would only bring him great trouble.

Although Lü Chaoge was young, he wasn't stupid; he hated Lu Jing, but he only wanted to force Lu Jing to embarrass himself in front of Gu Caiwei, and didn't really intend to kill Lu Jing.

However, now that Lu Jing hadn't been embarrassed, it was his turn to be the one humiliated.

Moreover, at this moment, Lü Chaoge realized that he was in a bit of a predicament; even if he now slashed through the seven teacups, it still wouldn't change the fact that he had embarrassed himself.

After all, it took thirteen sword strikes to cut through seven teacups, which was hardly something to boast about.

At the same time, Lu Jing's confident demeanor, as if he knew Lü Chaoge wouldn't dare to attack, deeply provoked Lü Chaoge; Lü Chaoge felt that Lu Jing was only so fearless because he had seen through the concerns in his heart.

Therefore, Lü Chaoge now wanted more than ever to see the look of astonishment on Lu Jing's face after his throat was pierced.

Once this thought arose, it was difficult to suppress.

Perhaps Lü Chaoge himself didn't realize that his next sword strike had slightly deviated to the right, towards Lu Jing's carotid artery; if he could cut it open... then the guy who had made him lose face would instantly turn into a fountain of blood.

A hint of anticipation flickered in Lü Chaoge's eyes.

However, just as his longsword was about to touch Lu Jing's skin, Lu Jing, who had been standing still the whole time, finally moved.

Lu Jing mimicked the earlier gesture of the monk Yuanxin, extending two fingers.

He tentatively reached out to clamp Lü Chaoge's precious sword.

Lu Jing had naturally never practiced any Two-Finger Zen, but after cultivating the Fire Scale Armor, his body had become very tough.

Perhaps using his artery to receive Lü Chaoge's sword strike would still be somewhat dangerous, but using his fingers to grab the sword was a sure thing.

Moreover, the gap between the two sides was simply too obvious.

Lü Chaoge's strength was considered good among ordinary martial artists, having just broken through to the Third-Rate realm; it was a bit of an overqualification for him to be a bodyguard.

However, the gap between him and Lu Jing was even greater than the gap between him and ordinary bodyguards!

The two were a full two realms apart, which was the real reason why Lu Jing didn't care about what tricks Lü Chaoge might play.

Because if the latter didn't move, that would be fine, but once Lü Chaoge moved, no matter what he wanted to do, Lu Jing could preemptively dispel his thoughts.

Just like now, Lü Chaoge found himself seemingly encountering the same predicament that Wei Changsheng had faced earlier.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull his longsword out of Lu Jing's hand.

Even though the other party only moved two fingers, it was as if they were cast together with his longsword.

Even if Lü Chaoge used all of his internal energy, once it entered Lu Jing's meridians, it would be like a stone sinking into the sea.

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Moreover, what made him even more desperate was that the teacups on Lu Jing's shoulders, forearms, and hands hadn't fallen or broken either.

This time, not only Lü Chaoge, but even Yuanxin and Luo Qian's expressions changed.

Although they weren't too familiar with Lü Chaoge, they knew from Lü Chaoge's earlier sword strikes that this young man from the Qilian Sword Sect had real skills.

He wasn't comparable to Wei Changsheng, who was just a fancy embroidered pillow that looked impressive.

Therefore, also using two fingers to clamp the opponent's weapon, Lu Jing's difficulty was clearly much higher than Yuanxin's; anyway, Yuanxin asked himself that if the two sides switched places, he wouldn't be able to clamp Lü Chaoge's sword so easily.

Just who in the world is this seemingly harmless guy?! So many of them had misjudged him earlier.

And just as Yuanxin was guessing Lu Jing's identity, Lü Chaoge on the other side was still trying to find a way to take back his weapon.

He had already pushed the power of his whole body to the extreme, not only turning red in the face, but also using both hands, with veins bulging on his arms, almost using the strength he used to suckle.

Lu Jing didn't look like he was in a stalemate with him at all; not only could he speak, but his tone hadn't changed at all from before, as if he hadn't used any strength at all.

Lü Chaoge only felt a breath stuck in his chest.

This feeling was really too bad, like an ant had tried its best, but still couldn't make an elephant move half a step.

In the end, he actually spat out a mouthful of blood like Wei Changsheng!

And unlike Wei Changsheng, Lü Chaoge was not only angered, but also angered during the process of circulating his energy, which caused the internal energy that had been pushed to the extreme to come to an abrupt end, rushing into his heart along with it.

To put it simply, his current situation is called cultivating the wrong way.

After spitting out blood, his whole head tilted, and he fell to the ground unconscious.

Gu Caiwei frowned, but in the end, out of consideration for Xie San'ge's sake, she sent someone to take Lü Chaoge to the medical clinic on the next street for treatment.

However, Lu Jing estimated that even if he could barely save his life from this injury, he would probably fall from the Third-Rate realm, and it was estimated that there was a high probability that he would not be able to cultivate back up in the future.

Lu Jing was a little embarrassed and said to Gu Caiwei, "Sorry, I made you have one less to choose from."

Gu Caiwei shook her head, "It doesn't matter, I didn't plan to choose him anyway, and he's so bad at martial arts, it's useless even if I choose him."

"Well, then you continue." Lu Jing took off the teacups on his body and put them aside, and he himself stood aside again, continuing to quietly eat melon, waiting for Gu Caiwei to choose someone.

But the other three people in the courtyard had already set off monstrous waves in their hearts at this time.

Thank you for the rewards from radish dipped in sauce and other classmates~