The energies of the universe stopped spewing. The wind calmed and the furniture stopped moving.

Ye Bung did not exude any presence, just like when he first entered the wine shop. Yet his calm words continued to blow like a great wind on the bodies of these students.

Yuuma's brow creased slightly and his mouth opened to speak.

"Let's go out to avoid messing things up. It will take effort to clean." But before Yuuma could speak, Ye Bung spoke, stood and calmly turned to walk out of the whine shop.

Han Gin's expression grew uglier. As Ye bung turned, he did not immediately follow. He turned and said in a low voice to Han Gin and Yangdong Shuna, "Suppressing strength has nothing to do with cultivation."

The students present were intelligent and all understood the meaning of Han Gin's words.

When cultivation was put aside, the key to victory was usually combat experience and fighting techniques.

"Yes, I understand."

Zang Weng looked at Ye Bung's back and said coldly, "This is about our honor, we will naturally have the person who is the best at fighting participate."

When he said this, all the students turned to look at Yangdong Shuna.

Among them, if cultivation was put aside, the one who knew to fight the best was this young girl who looked the most delicate.

Yangdong Shuna herself seemed to know this as well. Her expression turned grave. Without speaking a word, she moved and walked at the front.

Ye Bung stood at the middle of the alley. He looked down at the ground and the wild weeds that grew between the cracks in the stone.

He thought of Yelingju who he followed. In the Zohan capital, Yelingju was like a weed that stubbornly struggled to live within the cracks.

But after today, would this kind of situation change?

His expression turned grave.

He turned and said to Yangdong Shuna who came opposite him and nodded in a greeting. He said, "Please!"

The sound echoed in the alley. The sparrows on the trees suddenly flew up in shock. Dry yellowed leaves spun away from Yangdong Shuna.

A wild wind started. Yangdong Shuna moved in a direct line, leaving behind afterimages, as she charged towards Ye Bung.

A scale patterned sword appeared, wielded in her right hand, as she sliced towards Ye Bung's head in an unusually straightforward manner.

When the sword appeared, the old energies disappeared and new energies appeared.

Waves of physical energy exploded from her sword, disappeared, and then exploded again.

Waves rippled through the cold air.

This was an unusually straight sword blow, but it made people feel as though there were countless swords.

This was the Sword Lone City of her father, the general of Yangdong Commandery, Yangdong Shu.

In many stories of the wars with the Han Dynasty, Yangdong Shu had cut through many heavily armored chariots with one blow. This was a sword move which was controlled through physical energy and created by continuously channeling power.

Ye Bung's eyes were unusually bright. He had not expected a delicate young girl like this to be so aggressive in her initial attack. She was ferocious!

But facing such a ferocious sword, his only reaction was the flash of his eyes.

He did not retreat.

A crane cry sounded in the air. His sword left its sheath.

The hilt of his sword was clean light jade, and the sword blade was also a crystal white, thin and slightly transparent with faint feather patterns. It looked both refined and fragile.

However, he held this sword almost crudely and horizontally before shoving upwards as it smashed towards the scale-patterned sword that was cutting down.

Bamm.

A wave of air exploded around the two. Even the soft wild grasses in the stone cracks under Ye Bung's feet was cut down by the powerful and sharp sword energies.

 Zang Weng and the other subconsciously narrowed their eyes.

No one would have thought that Yw Bung's seemingly fragile white sword could also produce such a great force, and in such a short amount of time.

Most importantly, the white sword did not show any damage. It only trembled continuously.

Yet the thick scale-patterned sword in Yangdong Shuna was already curving slightly.

Threads of blood flowed from between her index and thumb finger onto the scale-patterned sword.

Many observers had come out of the alley around Commoner shop. They might be unable to see the skill in this battle but they were astounded that Yangdong Shuna's small body could create such power.

A ear defeaning furiously howl came from Yangdong Shuna's lips.

The soles of her boots almost seemed to explode but she did not take a step back.

She gritted her teeth and ignored her pain as her left hand stabbed towards Ye Bung's abdomen.

At this moment, a small green sword was in her left hand.

This green sword appeared to have many natural scarlet vine patterns on the surface due to its forging. When she stabbed, the physical energy which spilled from this sword seemed to form many thin green vines growing in the air so that people could not see clearly where the sword tip was pointed.

This was the Scarlet Vine Energy and Scarlet Vine Sword School.

Yuuma's expression turned grave.

No wonder even the proud Zang Weng would step aside and let Yangdong Shuna fight. The Scarlet Vine Sword School's Scarlet physical energy and Vine Sword were difficult to use together. Yangdong Shuna was able to use the two together in second realm. She was a rare genius.

The sword headed up to the abdomen. It had been a ferocious blow which hid this gentle soft stab. Even Ye Bung changed expression.

He had an impulse to release his vital energy.

Yet he controlled his impulse. In this moment, his left hand moved.

His left hand did not have a sword, but held a sword sheath, a valuable violet sharkskin sheath.

This sword sheath suddenly turned into a pool of water that enveloped the scarlet vines growing upwards.

Everyone only heard a light clang.

That was the sound of a sword returning to the sheath. The vine like sword energies disappeared. Yangdong Shuna's complexion was stark white.

All the students behind her inhaled in shock.

Her sword was in Ye Bung's sheath.

Among the countless scarlet vines, in such a rushed time, Ye Bung accurately found the true sword, and used the sword sheath to grab her sword.

In the next moments, Ye Bung's actions did not stop. Ye Bung held the other end of the sword sheath and continued to swing his sword.

The water continued to shed.

Yangdong Shuna was unable to support herself. Like a rock, she was levered into the air, her feet leaving the ground. In the next moment, her sword was torn from her left hand. The scarlet little sword stayed in Ye Bung's scarlet sword sheath like a bird trapped in a cage.

Zan Weng bowed his head. He felt cold and angry but he knew saying anything was a waste.

Han Gin and the other students were all pale as well.

From when Ye Bung started to show his skill, they knew that this swordsman from the Puhan Dynasty was strong, but they had not expected such a level of strength. Even Yangdong Shuna, who the teachers in Scarlet Vine Sword School all thought was the one student who understood battle among decades of Scarlet Vine Sword School students, lost so easily, and even the Scarlet Vine Sword was taken away using a sword sheath.

Pfff...

 Soft sounds. Yangdong Shuna landed on her feet with puffs of dust.

She was a young girl. When she thought of the teachings of her teachers, and saw how the other had taken away her treasured Scarlet Vine Sword, she was furious to the point of tears.

Ye Bung glanced at her.

He put his swords away.

The Scarlet Vine Sword flew out of his sheath and landed directly in front of Yangdong Shuna. At the same time his jade-like long sword returned to its sheath.He looked extremely elegant.

"You should be proud of being able to cultivate Scarlet Vine and Scarlet lone Vine Sword to such a level with your cultivation, maybe you will defeat me in the future."

He looked seriously at Yangdong Shuna and praised sincerely without any pretension.

Yangdong Shuna did not look at him.

She looked at the small Scart Vine Sword trembling in the cracks in the stone. She could feel the helplessness and powerlessness of the small Scarlet Vine Sword. Her nose felt slightly sword. She felt she had failed it.

She took a deep breath, and rubbed her nose.

When she pulled up this small green sword, her expression had become extremely grave.

A faint green light flashed like a bush of vines growing in the air.

A faint bloody mark appeared in the center of her right hand, dripping with blood.

"Mister Ye Bung, please live well. I will come-back to you and get my payback."

She raised her bleeding right hand. At the same time, she put the small scarlet sword at her chest as she spoke solemnly.

This was the sword oath of the Zohan.