Chapter 1532 - 1427: Qin Hao’s Sword Dance
Qin Hao’s words came out, and Su Lingfeng’s face was full of inexplicable expression.
And around, people were stunned for a moment.
What?
Is this Qin Hao bombarding us as low-level?
What audacity!
Soon, people came to their senses, and anger flashed on their faces.
"What a madman!"
"It’s fine that he has no talent, but insulting us?"
Wei Zhongxun was so furious that he clenched his fists: "You piece of trash! What nonsense are you spouting! I’m giving you a chance to correct your words!"
Despite the surrounding anger, Qin Hao seemed not to hear it.
He shook his head: "Brother Su, it seems the most impressive art here is your calligraphy. This boring gathering, I might as well leave."
With that, he turned to leave.
"Stop right there!"
Wei Zhongxun shouted, stopping Qin Hao: "Trash! You pretend and want to run? It’s not that easy!"
Lei Xiuzhu also frowned, showing restrained anger: "Qin Hao, on what ground do you call my sword dance low-level?"
"Senior Sister Lei, this Qin Hao just likes to stubbornly deny the obvious!" Wang Yufei chimed in from the side, determined to escalate her path of destroying Qin Hao.
"Hmph!" Lei Xiuzhu snorted unhappily, pointing at Qin Hao: "Qin Hao, if you don’t give an explanation today, don’t think about leaving here standing!"
"Sigh!" Su Lingfeng could only smile bitterly on the side.
He originally wanted to intervene, but Qin Hao’s words had already triggered public anger, and even his influence might not be enough.
"Little trash! Why are you mute now? Weren’t you very loud just now?"
The more Qin Hao remained silent, the prouder Wei Zhongxun became. He even wanted to reach out to slap Qin Hao’s cheek.
Yet, a look from Qin Hao made Wei Zhongxun suddenly uneasy, causing him to lower his hand, awkwardly shouting, "What are you looking at! Trash! Do you want to fight?"
Qin Hao didn’t fight but said calmly: "When you fled miserably that day, where was the confidence you have now?"
"Are you looking to die?!"
Wei Zhongxun instantly flew into a rage. The day he fled from Qin Hao and others was a shadow he’d never forget in his life.
Qin Hao brought it up again, purely adding fuel to the fire, how could he not be angry?
In his fury, he wanted to teach Qin Hao a lesson.
At this moment, Hu Boyong approached, looking at Qin Hao: "Junior Brother Qin, dare you speak so boldly before because you have confidence in your talents?"
The host appeared, so Wei Zhongxun stepped aside, watching Qin Hao with a grim and cold expression.
Qin Hao felt Hu Boyong’s attitude was passable and said calmly: "It’s alright."
"Alright? I don’t think so." Hu Boyong displayed great manners: "I’ve seen many madmen in my life, but I faintly feel that Junior Brother Qin is not one of them. So, you dare say so because of your confidence?"
"Confidence? What talents does this guy have? Just a piece of trash!" Wei Zhongxun grumbled discontentedly.
Wang Yufei thought of past events and agreed: "He’s good at arguing; almost no one can beat him in words."
"Heh, a man good at arguing? What else could he be but trash?"
Suddenly, people looked down on Qin Hao even more.
At this moment, Hu Boyong also shook his head in disappointment.
Was this Qin Hao really a brash madman?
Just then, Qin Hao calmly spoke: "Do you want me to perform my talents?"
"Can you?" Lei Xiuzhu doubted him with a face full of skepticism.
"I actually don’t want to." Qin Hao shook his head calmly: "I’m afraid if I show them, you’ll all lose confidence."
"Heh..."
People laughed in disdain.
They’ve seen people who pretend, but rarely as good at it as him.
This Qin Hao is simply a habitual pretender!
"Then Junior Brother Qin, do you have any talents to perform?" Hu Boyong asked, intrigued.
Straight-faced nonsense, Qin Hao the madman is somewhat interesting.
"I have everything." Qin Hao’s serious demeanor made many scoff.
"Haha! Did I hear wrong?"
"This guy never stops pretending!"
"Honestly, his shamelessness is beyond most people’s reach! Truly shameless without limits!"
As people discussed, Hu Boyong also chuckled.
Renowned as a scholar within the Inner Sect, he knew some chess, calligraphy, and painting, but only mastered a few. He couldn’t belittle the crowd.
Qin Hao confidently bombarded everyone and said he could do everything?
With a touch of amusement, Hu Boyong said: "Junior Brother Qin, could you please showcase your talents to us?"
"If it’s outsiders, no. But since you treated me to food, yes, what would you like to see?"
"Anything."
Hu Boyong made a gesture of invitation, eagerly saying: "Let’s give Junior Brother Qin some space to perform."
"Alright, let’s make space and watch the fool embarrass himself!"
Wei Zhongxun shouted and returned to his seat with others, leaving Qin Hao alone on the scene.
Seeing him unmoved, everyone laughed mockingly.
Wei Zhongxun sneered: "Pretentious trash."
Lei Xiuzhu asked beside her: "You seem to know Qin Hao, does he really lack any talent?"
"He doesn’t!" Wang Yufei answered confidently: "Back then, among our people, he was notorious as a degenerate, with no real talents at all."
Lei Xiuzhu nodded, once again focusing on Qin Hao.
Just then, Qin Hao moved in the center.
He called out, "Senior Brother Su, lend me your Treasure Sword!"
As he spoke, Su Lingfeng tossed the sheathed sword over.
Qin Hao caught it and spun in place.
The move was somewhat cool, but it only drew skepticism.
Wei Zhongxun laughed coldly: "Is this trash intending to dance swords? Can he beat Senior Sister Lei?"
"Overestimated!"
Wang Yufei also sneered.
Only Lei Xiuzhu appeared curious.
Clang!
From the field, a sword’s cry erupted like a spring thunder.
At the very first cry, everyone’s heartstrings tightened abruptly.
Clang!
The second sword cry followed immediately, giving people the sensation of a battlefield.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
The fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh cries rang out continuously, the clangor clutching everyone’s heart.
This time, no one ridiculed Qin Hao anymore.
At this moment, they were all submerged in surprise, eyes filled with sword shadows, a figure moving ceaselessly.
His speed was so swift, dazzling everyone. The Treasure Sword in his hand flowed so smoothly, seemingly merging with the world.
And each Sword Qi was like Thunderbolt traversing the world, arousing great awe!
"Clang!"
The final sword cry faded, the Treasure Sword sheathed. Qin Hao tossed the scabbard back to Su Lingfeng, saying lightly: "This is my performance!"
These words awakening everyone from their stupor, replacing it with shock.
This Qin Hao’s sword dance had reached a transcendent level!