Chapter 39: Chivalry

Everywhere you look, there is golden color.

The vast wheat fields sway in the wind, and the unique aroma of wheat constantly wafts into the mouth and nose.

In the distance, there is a scarecrow standing alone in the field.

This is a countryside. Zhou Yan strolled and looked at this ancient European country with a long history.

"The fluctuations in martial arts luck have increased a little more. Although it is barely noticeable, it seems..."

Riding on the horse, Zhou Yan looked surprised.

In his perception, the fortune of martial arts has been fluctuating since Japan's victory and its martial arts community admitted defeat.

It wasn't until today that things stabilized.

After realizing it, Zhou Yan observed his luck with his mind and saw that wisps of martial arts luck were surrounding him in a peculiar way.

After checking myself again, I found that my practice speed had actually increased.

Whether it is cultivating the mind or training the body.

They all seemed to be more relaxed and at ease, and even their understanding of martial arts seemed to be helped by some mysterious force.

"The effect of luck in this world is too strong. I only defeated a small country and it has brought such a great benefit. If the whole world is defeated by me..."

Zhou Yan reconsidered and realized that if the plan succeeded, his chances of achieving extraordinary results and realizing the state of meditation would be greater than he had imagined.

"If I am like this, how can Wang Chao, who is known as the Emperor of Martial Arts, help me?"

Zhou Yan pondered.

If he had not appeared, then Wang Chao would be the epitome of martial arts, the last martial arts emperor, and the founder of the era of cultivation.

For such a person, the blessings he possesses must be terrifying, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he makes rapid progress in his cultivation.

No wonder some people call him the reincarnation of Yuanshi Tianwang.

When Zhou Yan stopped thinking, an ancient castle appeared in front of him.

Although the entire castle is old, it is not dilapidated. On the contrary, it is full of historical charm.

In front of the castle, someone was waiting.

Oujili was wearing a tuxedo. He was quite old, with gray hair, and looked to be over sixty years old.

However, his body was still straight and he looked energetic, without the lethargy that is typical of an old man.

“This is a horse with the most violent temperament. Although it has excellent physical fitness and is extremely fast, it is also the most difficult to tame.

I didn’t expect you to be able to control it so easily.”

"Your horsemanship is really good. In your territory, I'm afraid only that knight can rival you."

Seeing Zhou Yan dismounting, Ou Jili praised loudly with enthusiasm on his face.

"However, riding is prohibited in the master's territory. I hope you will understand."

Oujili asked the groom behind him to pick up the reins, and then said in a gentle voice:
"Please come with me."

As the old steward of this castle for many years, he is well aware that there are many talented people in the world, and many of them are no different from ordinary people.

Therefore, it is always right to be polite to guests.

What's more, this person is the one that the knight wants to challenge, so naturally he needs to show enough attitude.

"it is good."

Zhou Yan nodded. The guest should follow the host's wishes. He was not so bored as to show off his uniqueness.

The castle is very big and has a garden inside.

From time to time, curious eyes were cast in the rooms of different heights, watching the whereabouts of Zhou Yan and his companions with scrutiny.

Not many people come here.

At the back of the castle, there is a huge training ground with many armors and dummies, and further back, there is an open space.

A rough estimate is that it is about tens of thousands square meters.

The area was extremely empty, with only a knight in armor sharpening his sword.

"This is the Knight Commander, the Lord's brother, and the purpose of your visit."

"I won't bother you any more. I wish you and the Knight-Sir a happy day."

Oujili bowed slightly and left on his own.

"You came?"

The knight sensed Zhou Yan's arrival, stopped sharpening his sword, turned around, and spoke in broken Chinese, looking for Zhou Yan who was not far away.

"It comes naturally."

Zhou Yan's expression remained calm.

"You are very good. Very strong!"

The knight said solemnly: "Whether it is our chivalry or your martial arts and cultivation, there are actually limits."

"But your culture is very old, too ancient. You have been discussing how to practice thousands of years ago. Your foundation is deeper than ours."

Vincent exclaimed.

His armor was heavy and covered his face, so his features and figure could not be seen clearly. Only a pair of eyes could be seen.

"According to what you say, the limit of cultivation is called seeing the gods without being destroyed, which is almost inhuman. I was just a little short of reaching that level, and perhaps I will never reach it in my lifetime.

But after taking your medicine, I was able to make up for the deficiency of Qi and blood, and finally succeeded."

Vincent's tone gradually became solemn.
"In fact, my brother, the owner of this castle, does not agree with my participation, but I am also fed up with these politicians."

"But, I'm glad to meet you."

"I know I'm not as strong as you, but I still want to witness your martial arts skills."

As he spoke, Vincent stood up. His heavy armor made a sound and he casually lifted up the nearly two-meter-long heavy sword in his hand.

Then, he placed the sword in front of him.

"Mr. Zhou, in your words, can we have a fight?"

The sound was heavy, like thunder, echoing in the empty space above the flat ground, startling the flying birds.

"It's impossible."

Zhou Yan raised his hand, clasped his fist and pushed.

In this world, he has performed the fist-clasping salute to many people, such as Tang Zichen, Baliming, and GOD. Perhaps if he fights with Wang Chao in the future, that would also count as one.

Among the rest, only Yan Yuanyi and Huo Ling'er have some talent in martial arts and have a hope of being able to survive.

The rest are mostly made of clay chickens and dogs, whose minds are not strong and pure.

Naturally, he was not worthy of Zhou Yan's fist-clasping gesture.

Whoosh!

The wind comes from the sky, and the leaves fall.

boom!
boom!
The two of them stepped out at the same time!

Boom boom boom!
Vincent rushed out.

He was wearing a heavy armor as if it were nothing. He picked up the two-meter-long sword with one hand, turned his right hand, and chopped down with all his strength!

"The Western cultivation methods are indeed very different from the Eastern ones in style. There are huge differences..."

Zhou Yan was a little curious. He snapped his fingers and four air blades rose from the ground, carrying sand and dust, and hit the four fatal points on Vincent's body.

Dangdang Dangdang!
The giant sword in Vincent's hand looks heavy, but it is actually very flexible. Seeing Zhou Yan using his moves, although he had never seen them before, he felt threatened.

He immediately swept out.

The heavy sword body squeezed the air, and circles of pale white ripples were like a chainsaw, knocking away the air blade fired by Zhou Yan.

The last shot was not to be dodged.

He directly smashed it apart with the most powerful and violent posture, and then stabbed it head-on!
Vincent practiced the swordsmanship of ancient chivalry, and not a short-bladed sword, but a broadsword used by heavily armored knights.

All the moves are powerful and each level is more powerful than the last, and they are constantly stacked up.

It is very difficult to get started with this method of practice. It requires the practitioner to be extremely gifted and have almost supernatural powers. Otherwise, one cannot even lift a sword, so how can one practice sword skills?

They don't have the so-called standing practice.

"Okay! Not bad!"

Zhou Yan's eyes lit up and he exclaimed in admiration.

Although Japanese martial arts are amazing, they ultimately originated from China and many of their influences could not be shaken off, making it difficult for them to come up with anything new.

But the current chivalry is different. It is the most powerful and pure, a technique of attacking and defending that superimposes strength and accumulates power.

At the core of everything is power.

This is a stark contrast.

The Eastern China is centered on absolute skills, while here, strength is the core.

It immediately gave Zhou Yan a different experience.

After praising him, Zhou Yan put his five fingers together to form a palm, and with a slap, he knocked away the sword that was thrusting at him. Then he exerted his strength, formed a seal, and struck Vincent's armor.

boom!
With just one strike, Vincent was knocked back, with the chest part of his armor dented.

"This kind of power...I'm definitely not good enough for it."

Vincent turned around and stood up. He was not injured at all. He just looked down at the dented armor and felt a little pain.

This armor is no ordinary item.

As long as it is worn on the body, it can even protect against rifle bullets. There is also a layer of soft armor inside that can offset most of the impact force.

The production process is complicated and it will not have much impact on joint flexibility after wearing it. The only drawback is that it is too heavy.

But for him, it was just right.

But such a set of armor was actually broken by a single blow. It would take a lot of time to repair it.

Standing up, Vincent did not fight back.

He originally fought for the opportunity to fight with Zhou Yan just to see who could defeat the legendary figure GOD.

Now I have the chance to fight as I wished, even though it was just a brief fight, I don’t have too much regret if I lose.

Originally, he just wanted to test Zhou Yan's strength and had no intention of being hostile.

"do not fight?"

Zhou Yan raised his eyebrows, still unsatisfied.

There isn't much freshness like this...

"No need to fight. I'm afraid your strength has surpassed Jian Shen Bu Huai. What's the point of fighting?"

Vincent said in a muffled voice.

He was not familiar with Chinese martial arts, but he knew that he was roughly at the level of an indestructible god, which was the pinnacle of the practice system.

Although no killing move was used.

But he was still found vulnerable in one move, which shows that Zhou Yan's strength will only increase.

There may be other purposes for competing on a global scale.

But that has nothing to do with me.

"fair enough."

Zhou Yan glanced at the sky, and the rolling luck began to fluctuate again. Streams of luck began to fall and bless him.

"If I continue like this, before the final battle, I will be able to deduce a whole new realm of martial arts, and I'm afraid I won't be far from reaching the extraordinary level."

Zhou Yan looked up at the sky with a calm expression.

The process of competing with the world was boring, which was within his expectations. This was the upper limit of martial arts in this era, and he had already achieved both physical and spiritual realms.

Above that, there is the background of two worlds.

If it weren't for the deus ex machina, it would be hard to find a practitioner who could fight him.

Zhou Yan’s current opponent is not a so-called warrior, a cultivator, or even a so-called country.

Rather, it is the invisible, vast, and boundless Tao, the practice itself, and the boundary between mortals and transcendents.

It is also about how to enable the general public to embark on the path of spiritual practice and freely pursue their own solutions.

Killing and indifference are just means.

Only by surviving the disaster can you reap sweet and delicious fruits.

"I'm going to speed up..."

Retracting his gaze, Zhou Yan pondered.

No matter how good his character was, he had no interest in playing around with these 'kids'.

What he was looking forward to more was the scene where all human beings were extraordinary, and the faces of the angels when the galaxy ship arrived.

What expression would it be?

(End of this chapter)