Shoulder Grand Art – Freeloading

The sound of metal clashing in Wuying Hall never ceased for a moment. Sparks flew as the two weapons clashed. The exchange that shook eardrums was akin to a string on one's heart being plucked, leading to their blood boiling with excitement.

Ancient sword Heaven Shocker, a long sword from all accounts, weaved through the air dexterously. Rather, wielding it swiftly and dexterously was the only option. Tang Ye strung together several swordplay styles in his assault. Tang Ye a vast array of styles at his disposal, an accomplishment that even Ming Feizhen couldn't compete with. In fact, Ming Feizhen couldn't identify all of the styles Tang Ye was capable of.

Tang Ye's swift attacks that were stringed together consecutively painted a tempest of mercury in the air. The winds from the swings emitted cold air. The sword's dance was a splendid sight to behold.

A Hu combatted the variations in Tang Ye's style by sticking to one. He kept his manoeuvres with the huge blade to the absolute bare minimum when defending himself. Though his fighting method wasn't attractive, his exchange with Tang Ye was a long one. Furthermore, in spite of Tang Ye's barrage of attacks that were akin to a raging cyclone, A Hu had yet to suffer any injuries. Such skill wasn't commonly heard of.

What was supposed to be a face-off between the two fuma candidates had evolved into the showgrounds for the two assistants.

Some complimented Tang Ye, praising him for doing his reputation justice as a member of the Seventeen Hidden Dragons. His skills were certainly complimented. Ever since the fight commenced, Tang Ye had yet to use the same technique twice. Thus, there was no doubt that he hailed from a reputable clan. Some compared his dominance to a rainbow, claiming that he would make the large dullard spill blood.

Only those with a certain level of proficiency in martial arts, such as the Emperor, stroked their beards and smiled. They were cognizant of the fact that Tang Ye's fighting strategy would cost him a lot more energy than A Hu. Furthermore, A Hu's tiger fang was overwhelmingly heavy, making it a perfect weapon for murder. It would be unfair and grossly wrong to lump together his defence and attack, for he wasn't defending because he couldn't attack. A Hu was actually collecting energy, waiting for his energy to fully charge up before striking back with knockout might.

Tang Ye knew what A Hu had in store and, therefore, was startled himself. For that reason, he went on the attack with the goal of shutting him down before he, himself, was in jeopardy. However, he not only failed, but had his number of attack options shut down thanks to A Hu's defensive game.

A Hu's techniques appeared dull, but there was the hint of meticulous attention to each and every rough technique that was very hard to spot. His broadsword style didn't reveal any murderous aura, and he didn't attack. Despite that, Tang Ye found it increasingly harder to attack the more and more he attacked. At the point they had reached in their match, defeat was imminent; however, Tang Ye had no way of finishing him. If he retreated at that point, A Hu would finish him with a single swipe. Their fight transcended into a fight between trapped beasts as the two moved and exchanged blows.

In spite of having been in dozens of fights ever since he got started, Tang Ye had never gone so far in a fight. He remarked to himself, "He has already won without batting an eye