Provided Leng Yuecui learned the three moves from her sister, then it indeed her sister was fairly competent. However, Leng Yuecui's performance of them only put a wry smile on Wandong's face. Albeit very exquisitely choreographed, there was excessive delicacy displayed in those moves. In other words, they were out-and-out feminine techniques. No wonder they didn't work for Wu Yang.
After the performance, Leng Yuecui lifted her head in a complacent manner and asked, "Xu Yaoting, how do you find the three moves? Aren't they brilliant?"
Wandong knitted his eyebrows and shook his head, "You can't counter Wu Yue's Star-Turmoil swordsmanship just by dint of those three moves."
"What? That's impossible," Leng Yuecui yelled with fury. She had a fit right away, eyebrows knitted.
It was fairly enough that Leng Yuecui behaved so agitatedly. She checkmated to Wu Yue twice, for which she had been holding a grudge for ages. Hence she imposed herself on her sister in a bid to make her sister teach her the moves, in the hope that she could counter the Star-Turmoil swordsmanship and rise in the Qingyun Martial Rankings. By no stretch of the imagination could she picture Wandong throw cold water on her. Short-tempered as Leng Yuecui was, it was conceivable she had a temper tantrum.
"You not buying it?" Wandong asked with a slight grin. He had long seen it coming — Leng Yuecui's reaction was within his expectation.
Leng Yuecui cried, "Of course not! The three moves taught by my sister were absolutely more brilliant than Wu Yue's Star-Turmoil swordsmanship. How come I can't defeat her? Wait and see. Once Wu Yue comes, I shall go and challenge her and convince you with concrete evidence."
Wandong held her back and said, "There was no need to wait till she arrives. I can, by all means, be your opponent. I shall engage in the fight by using the Star-Turmoil as well. If you are able to defeat me, then I'll leave you to your fight against Wu Yue."
"You've mastered the Star-Turmoil Swordsmanship as well?" Leng Yuecui asked in amazement.
Wandong uttered a grin as his response. He reached to break off a thumb-thick branch. After removing the leaves, he waved the branch in the air to feel it. Then he said to Leng Yuecui, "I picked it up roughly when watching Wu Yue practice yesterday. I assume it suffices to have you be my opponent."
"No kidding! You only remembered some random moves. You can't even be counted as a dabbler! How will you be able to see how powerful the three moves are?" Leng Qiuyue said dismissively, rolling her eyes at Wandong.
"Cut the crap! Get a move on!" Wandong said. He pointed at Leng Yuecui with the tip of the branch, his smile disappearing forthwith. He appeared rather serious with an indescribable air of overwhelming grandeur about him, speeding up Leng Yuecui's heart beats.
"You... You're serious about that?" Leng Yuecui murmured in spite of herself.
Wandong uttered a light hum in response to her question. The blanch suddenly pricked forth with a wave of buzz going off, then it conjured up dozens of shadows plunging ahead with unstoppable momentum. A striking force of wartime soon poppled far and wide, which got transformed into immense pressure and flooded toward Leng YueCui.
Having had engaged in fights with Xu Yaoting before, Leng Yuecui was clear about his capacity through and through. Hence she didn't take his words to heart. Nevertheless, as soon as Wandong took a move, she was almost struck-dumb.
How could it be possible that Xu Yaoting — who used to be good for nothing, could perform such formidable swordsmanship?
Wandong's speedy moves didn't allow any time for Leng Yuecui to dwell on the amazing wonder. His rampant momentum closed in on her in the blink of an eye. She wouldn't have had an opportunity to fight back if she had procrastinated even for a second.
Restraining the feeling of shock in a hurry, Leng Yuecui hastened to wave her hands and mobilize her palm techniques to hold back Wandong's branch, which was more deadly than a real sword. The moment their respective spiritual energies engaged in a battle, another shock overwhelmed her. She couldn't help but question Wandong's incredibly speedy increase in his cultivation within only a couple of days.
Spaced out for only a second, Leng Yuecui got cornered by Wandong's complicated techniques and unconquerable momentum. Every move he made that fell into her sight was utterly unpredictable. His flashing branch just resembled a hissing snake stretching its tongue out. Every sound he made that captured by her was nothing but waves of buzz generated by the branch's swift movements, perturbing her mind through and through. Leng Yuecui suddenly had a delusion that she was against Wu Yue herself instead of Wandong.