Fantasy: I Become God by playing a game [Dungeons + LitRPG +Xinxia]

**Chapter 28: Mock Exam (13)**

Bian Shouyi would never have imagined that, as someone born with a congenital sword body, he would now be viewed by Su Chen as an innate lumbering saint—a perfect tool for chopping trees.

Even if he knew, he wouldn't care.

At this moment, Bian Shouyi's heart was consumed by an overwhelming desire to fight, a passion so intense it was almost tangible.

This feeling had ignited the moment he saw Su Chen from a distance, chopping trees with a sword.

Although it was just a glance, Bian Shouyi, a sword fanatic, instantly recognized Su Chen's extraordinary mastery of swordsmanship.

The momentum, the precision, the sharp energy of the blade—all of it pointed to one undeniable fact: Su Chen was a grandmaster in kendo.

Once this thought took root, Bian Shouyi couldn't suppress his instincts and immediately launched an attack.

However, realizing the rashness of his actions, he felt a pang of guilt. To make amends, he refrained from attacking further and instead extended a formal challenge.

For someone like Bian Shouyi, a true warrior, fighting without declaring war was ungentlemanly.

Facing Bian Shouyi's earnest request for a sparring match, Su Chen considered his options. To ensure that Bian Shouyi could be a useful tool in the future, he decided to set some terms.

"It's fine if you want to spar, but you have to agree to one condition first," Su Chen said.

"What condition?" Bian Shouyi asked, his eagerness unwavering.

Su Chen pointed at the towering Qingxuan Wood tree beside him. "If you lose, you'll stay and help me chop down trees. How about it?"

"Deal."

Bian Shouyi agreed without a second thought.

Chopping trees? It didn't matter. As long as Su Chen agreed to spar with him, Bian Shouyi would have accepted any condition, no matter how unreasonable.

For Bian Shouyi, nothing in the world brought more joy than a duel with a worthy opponent.

After Bian Shouyi's quick agreement, Su Chen sheathed his magic sword and began rummaging through the storage bag at his waist.

"Since this is just a sparring match, we should avoid causing serious injuries," Su Chen said as he pulled out a small knife—meant for cutting meat—and held it in his hand.

He looked at Bian Shouyi apologetically. "Sorry, this is the smallest sword I could find."

Bian Shouyi's excited expression froze.

A wave of indescribable anger surged within him.

Who does he think I am?

"Why not use that sword?" Bian Shouyi asked coldly, barely suppressing his frustration.

Su Chen twirled the small knife in his hand, his expression calm. "This will be enough to deal with you."

If Su Chen had done this simply to insult him, Bian Shouyi might have dismissed it. But Su Chen's nonchalant attitude made it clear he genuinely believed a meat-cutting knife was sufficient.

Such casual confidence was the ultimate humiliation for Bian Shouyi.

Was the swordsmanship he prided himself on so insignificant in Su Chen's eyes?

At that moment, Bian Shouyi's desire to win burned hotter than ever.

He gripped his sword tightly with both hands, releasing an invisible pressure that swept through the area, scattering fallen leaves and clearing the ground.

"You'll pay for your arrogance," he said coldly, his voice steady but charged with emotion.

Bian Shouyi unleashed his sword intent without reservation, rushing toward Su Chen with overwhelming force.

The violent energy emanating from him condensed into the illusory form of a white tiger, its bloody maw opening wide to devour Su Chen.

But Su Chen remained calm, raising the small knife in his hand as if this was all within his expectations.

Zhengyi Swordsmanship—Bian Shouyi's family technique—was a powerful style emphasizing boldness and unyielding strength.

The technique became even more formidable with a heavy weapon. However, due to his current cultivation level, Bian Shouyi could only wield a standard black iron longsword, which limited the technique's potential.

Despite this, the sheer force of his strikes was still far beyond what most could withstand.

But Su Chen wasn't most people.

Boom!

Su Chen's small knife clashed against Bian Shouyi's black iron sword, creating a shockwave that radiated outward.

The ground beneath them cracked under the immense pressure.

Su Chen felt the immense force of Bian Shouyi's strike and skillfully dispersed the energy using a deflection technique.

Bian Shouyi, refusing to relent, immediately launched a flurry of attacks. Each strike came faster and harder than the last, his sword carving through the air with deafening force.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Each clash reverberated through the quiet forest, sending whirlwinds of fallen leaves swirling in all directions.

It was hard to believe this was a battle between cultivators still in the Qi Gathering stage.

In terms of cultivation, Bian Shouyi's seventh-level Qi Gathering stage was far superior to Su Chen's fourth-level stage.

Yet, as their duel progressed, Su Chen remained calm and composed, while Bian Shouyi's expression grew increasingly strained.

Bian Shouyi's hands began to numb, and the spiritual power within him turned chaotic. A deep discomfort spread through his body, radiating to his internal organs.

He realized something was wrong.

"Did you figure it out?" Su Chen asked, noticing the confusion in Bian Shouyi's eyes.

With a calm yet amused expression, Su Chen explained, "Your swordsmanship is excellent—powerful and unrelenting. It's a textbook example of brute force overcoming finesse.

"But a sword is just a tool, a means to an end. Your obsession with weapons has made your attacks predictable and full of openings."

He continued, "The Black Iron Sword is heavier than a standard weapon, placing unnecessary strain on your body. I don't need to do anything extraordinary—just exploit that weakness."

With a flick of his knife, Su Chen directed another shockwave into Bian Shouyi's sword, the vibrations resonating through his opponent's body and disrupting his spiritual power.

The cumulative effect of Su Chen's calculated strikes was clear: Bian Shouyi was reaching his limit.

For the first time, Bian Shouyi questioned his abilities. Was the gap between him and Su Chen truly this vast?

Su Chen, sensing his opponent's hesitation, knew the duel was nearing its conclusion.

If he wanted to stop Bian Shouyi from challenging him again, he needed to end this decisively.

To defeat a sword fanatic like Bian Shouyi, Su Chen needed to establish himself as an insurmountable mountain. Only then would Bian Shouyi abandon his pursuit.

"I've seen your swordsmanship," Su Chen said. "Now, it's your turn to witness mine."

He gripped his knife, which began to glow with silver-white energy, vibrating at an incredible frequency.

Sword Technique: Water Dragon Roar!

A clear, resonating roar echoed through the forest as a silver dragon of energy burst forth from Su Chen's knife.

Bian Shouyi froze, unable to react, as the dragon surged toward him with unstoppable force...

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