Red Heart Patrols the Sky

Chapter 1263 - 1263 431 Neither the Night Nor the Snow Compares

1263: Chapter 431: Neither the Night Nor the Snow Compares 1263: Chapter 431: Neither the Night Nor the Snow Compares On the Qing Country’s war preparation seat.Beigong Ke, the commander of the Ba Rong army, smiled warmly and said, “It seems this talented prodigy of Qi Country has also made Qin Zhizhen feel the pressure.”

“Before the competition began, he went out of his way to talk to Qi Country’s Jiang Wang; it seems they had some understanding of each other beforehand.”

Gan Changan, who had mostly recovered from his injuries, chimed in from the side.

Huang Buxi, who had been half-asleep until now, opened his eyes at this moment, mumbling, “So, this Jiang Wang might bring even more surprises, even more so than Yellow Sheri or Zhao Rucheng?”

The Yellow River Gathering is a grand assembly of young prodigies from various countries, all in the prime of their youth.

Yet strangely, just by his appearance, Huang Buxi looks several rounds older than Zhang Gu.

Sitting next to Gan Changan, who has a childlike face and is only nineteen years old, it would be believable if someone said they were grandfather and grandson.

But among these two prodigies, the one who looks green and naive is the one who oversees the whole situation, thinking about everything deeply and carefully.

The one who appears old and experienced is oblivious and careless about everything.

“Perhaps Qin Zhizhen sees it that way, though I think it’s unrealistic,” Gan Changan replied and then wondered, “I thought he would only use his sword in the final battle… Why does he value this Jiang Wang so much?”

The information on the prodigies from other countries that Qing Country holds, Qin Zhizhen can see, and so can he.

From the information, Jiang Wang of Qi Country is indeed dazzling, reigning supreme overseas and unmatched within the Qi Boundary.

But compared to the talented figures from the six great powers, he’s not the most outstanding.

With his cultivation at the Tianfu level, Qin Zhizhen is the hottest favorite for winning the Inner Court, and without being arrogant, he can look down on anyone other than Yellow Sheri, having his own belief in invincibility, he shouldn’t be so prudent.

Another point, from a strategy perspective, after Yellow Sheri showed his terrifying Divine Skills at the Absolute Summit in the first half of the event, Qin Zhizhen should hide his strength even more, aiming for the final battle, rather than drawing his sword at the very start, revealing more in front of Yellow Sheri.

“Whatever, let the children have their own fortune,” Huang Buxi shifted his neck, allowing himself to slouch more comfortably, “We should worry less.”

Gan Changan subtly shifted away without making a sound.

If you take such liberties, won’t Qin Zhizhen fight with you to the death if he hears?

Also… what’s with this tone that sounds like an old couple?

Wang Xixu praised him as being able to “secure peace at eight years old,” but now at nineteen, Gan Changan realized that there were still many people in the world he could not understand.

Zhang Gu glanced at Huang Buxi’s exhausted demeanor, finding it hard to tell whether this guy was deliberately taking advantage or simply had a screw loose, spouting nonsense without making any sense.

Among these two prodigies of Qing Country, one is overthinking to the point of harming his own wisdom and needs to be considered; the other thinks too little and must be driven forward with a whip.

On the other hand, the lowest realm Qin Zhizhen is the most steady.

Yet, he is a bit too introverted and too much of a nitpicker.

Enjoying battle and demanding perfection might be good for one’s cultivation, but not necessarily for commanding an army.

In Zhang Gu’s philosophy of warfare, war…

should not be enjoyable.

Of course, these thoughts were kept in his mind without showing any trace on the surface.

He simply watched the Arena quietly, contemplating the future of Qing Country.

One should govern according to their position’s duty.

As for Ying Ziyu, who succeeded the late Emperor?

No need to think about it.

He shouldn’t even contemplate it!

Surrounded by the Pillar of the Six Unions, there lies the World Stage.

But it is known to everyone, the true World Stage is actually this intersecting and remaining single Arena.

The ancient glory and history are still continuing.

Qin Zhizhen drew his sword from the void.

This sword was entirely black, with a straight hilt and a straight blade.

A yard in length, its cold gleam was subdued.

This was a true killing sword, without any superfluous ornateness.

The cross-guard was horizontal, and the blade was vertical.

With its level and upright design, it gave off a ruthless sense of dividing life and death equally.

In the separating bright light between them, Qin Zhizhen held his sword in front of him and earnestly said, “My fist technique has already reached the pinnacle of this realm, but having practiced sword longer, my swordsmanship is even more superior.

With this sword, I shall test your long blade!”

On the Qing Country’s war preparation seat, Gan Changan frowned again.

In his perception, Qin Zhizhen was not someone who was verbose.

Today, he seemed a bit… unusual.

But on the stage, Qin Zhizhen undoubtedly showed his respect.

Respect for his opponent, and even more for this battle.

Jiang Wang remained expressionless.

The so-called “pinnacle of this realm” means reaching the limit of the current level.

After coming to the Guanhe Platform, what Jiang Wang understood as the pinnacle of this realm included Gan Changan’s Fate Sword Technique at the External Building Environment, Xiang Bei’s unrestrained halberd technique in the Inner Mansion Realm while in a dominating body state, Yellow Sheri’s sixteen dispersing hands to save sentient beings, and Zhao Rucheng’s integrated swordsmanship.

Of course, the latter two, in their Bodhi and Psychic states, had surpassed the limits of the realm.

Only Dou Zhao’s Seven Forms of Battle, steadily creating another level above the pinnacle, and Zhongxuan Zun’s Illusion-cutting Blade of the Sun, Moon, and Stars, were not inferior in power, but relied on merging with Divine Skills.

In terms of sword skill technique, they hadn’t even reached the limit.

Qin Zhizhen said his fist technique was the pinnacle of this realm, and still said so after watching the battle between Yellow Sheri and Zhao Rucheng.

That means his fist technique is no less than the sixteen dispersing hands to save sentient beings.

Evidence from his fight with Beigong Ke also suggested it, possessing a momentum akin to fists shattering all methods.

Now he says, his sword, is superior to his fists.

Could that mean his swordsmanship is a notch above the pinnacle?

Could it be that it rivals the Seven Forms of Battle?