# Chapter 29: You're Not Worthy!
"Shui Hanxin, if this keeps up, that precious disciple of yours is going to lose." Bai Chong said with a chuckle.
"The battle between the two of them is still ongoing. That little fellow called Jian Wushuang has merely gained a small advantage through his swordsmanship. Saying my disciple will lose already—isn't that a bit premature?" Shui Hanxin smiled faintly, still maintaining her aloof, transcendent demeanor.
"Then let's keep watching." Bai Chong raised an eyebrow and said nothing more.
On the arena stage, sword light flashed, dazzling to the extreme.
Jian Meng'er had already unleashed several first-rate sword arts of the Sword Pavilion in succession. The might of these techniques could not possibly be weak, yet Jian Wushuang easily dispelled them all, and moreover, turned her own methods against her, returning even stronger sword arts right back at her.
The gap in swordsmanship was simply too great. Although Jian Meng'er held an absolute advantage in spiritual power, she had all that strength but could hardly bring it to bear—her momentum had been completely suppressed by Jian Wushuang.
"Two months ago, you said that you and I were people from two different worlds, that there was an uncrossable chasm between us!"
"You looked down on me. In your eyes, I was nothing but a piece of trash who couldn't even condense spiritual power—a pitiful wretch!"
"Just before this contest began, you said that in this competition, you would use your overwhelming strength to drive me into utter despair!"
"You spoke so emphatically, so arrogantly—but now, Jian Meng'er, is your strength really only at this level?"
"Bring out your strongest power. Otherwise... with your current strength, you don't even have the qualifications to make me look at you properly!"
Jian Wushuang's eyes were like lightning, fixed on Jian Meng'er, who had been driven into a rather sorry state by his swordsmanship. His cold words rang out, echoing across the entire training grounds, sending a roar through the assembled crowd.
Jian Meng'er gritted her silver teeth, but her gaze involuntarily turned toward Shui Hanxin in the stands. Shui Hanxin noticed her disciple's look and gave a slight nod. At that nod, understanding instantly dawned in Jian Meng'er's heart.
"Jian Wushuang, I know your talent in the sword is unmatched in this world, and I never intended to compete with you in swordsmanship. But today, I will show you just how big this world truly is. You... watch closely." Jian Meng'er gave a sharp cry. As her voice fell, a surge of majestic, righteous aura abruptly burst forth from her body. Jian Meng'er gripped her sword in one hand, the blade pointing straight at Jian Wushuang, and immediately after, a terrifying sword intent—vast and surging like an endless torrent—slowly spread outward.
This sword intent was exceptionally profound, and at the same time, magnificently grand.
"This is..." Bai Chong, who had been smiling all this while in the stands, suddenly stirred, a trace of shock flashing through his eyes.
"The Great Thousand Sword Art, one of the four ultimate sword arts of the Heavenly Origin Sword Sect." Bai Chong's face darkened as he looked at Shui Hanxin and snorted coldly. "Shui Hanxin, you actually taught her the Great Thousand Sword Art?"
"Meng'er is my disciple. What's wrong with teaching her this sword art?" Shui Hanxin replied with a sneer.
The Great Thousand Sword Art, as one of the four ultimate sword arts of the Heavenly Origin Sword Sect, was absolutely among the most supreme of sword techniques, far beyond the eighteen so-called first-rate sword arts of the Sword Pavilion—stronger by who knew how many times.
It was precisely because Jian Meng'er had studied the Great Thousand Sword Art, combined with her spiritual cultivation being a full tier above Jian Wushuang's, that Shui Hanxin had held absolute confidence in her from the very beginning.
"The Great Thousand Sword Art? There's no suspense left in this battle." Situ Qingyue remarked with emotion from the side.
"It's decided—Jian Meng'er has won. Her spiritual cultivation was already a tier above Jian Wushuang's to begin with, and now she possesses a supreme sword art like this. There's simply no way Jian Wushuang can beat her!" Ye Xiu also said.
"She's won!"
"That little fellow Jian Wushuang is going to lose!"
From the stands came waves of sighing.
"Good, Meng'er, well done!" Jian Lan, meanwhile, was clenching her hands in excitement, watching as one distinguished figure after another beside her declared aloud that Jian Meng'er had already secured victory in this battle, her face flushed with wild joy.
Only Bai Chong, his gaze cold and sharp, stared at Shui Hanxin and said in a low voice, "Jian Meng'er may be your disciple, but she hasn't truly gone to the Heavenly Origin Sword Sect yet, nor has she undergone the sect initiation ceremony. And yet you dared to teach her the Great Thousand Sword Art without authorization? Well, fair enough—you're an elder of the Heavenly Origin Sword Sect, so certain privileges are only natural. But... you think she can win on the Great Thousand Sword Art alone? I rather doubt it."
"Oh?" Shui Hanxin glanced at Bai Chong with a strange expression.
Jian Meng'er had already unleashed the Great Thousand Sword Art—could there still be any suspense in this duel?
On the battlefield, Jian Meng'er's aura had now reached its absolute peak, and that vast, majestic sword intent had climbed to an astonishing degree. Such a terrifying sword intent foretold that the strike Jian Meng'er was about to unleash would possess earth-shaking power.
"What powerful sword intent—Jian Meng'er actually possesses a sword art like this?" Jian Wushuang's expression turned extremely grave. "This sword intent is so full of righteous majesty; it's not a sword art of my Marquis Jian Manor. It seems her master taught it to her."
"Very good. Now this is getting interesting." Jian Wushuang's eyes burned with fervor.
"Jian Wushuang, take this strike of mine. And remember it—this technique is called Sword River!" Jian Meng'er's voice was icy.
"Sword River?" Jian Wushuang's eyes blazed, and in the depths of his heart, a massive fighting spirit instantly surged upward. "Come then! Let this single strike decide victory and defeat!"
"I won't be disappointed."
The righteous aura around Jian Meng'er had condensed to its absolute limit, and at this moment, she grasped the Three Killing Sword with both hands, then raised the long sword high. In an instant, heaven and earth changed color, and the surroundings fell deathly silent.
"Be defeated!"
The long sword in Jian Meng'er's hands finally, at this very moment, furiously hacked down.
Whoosh!
A brilliantly dazzling sword light burst forth in an instant, cleaving straight through the air—looking at it, it seemed as though a incomparably magnificent Sword River had been carved into the void.
Magnificent. Breathtakingly beautiful.
Anyone who beheld this Sword River would feel utterly enchanted.
Yet as this Sword River swept toward Jian Wushuang, the latter suddenly closed his eyes. At this moment, countless scenes abruptly surfaced in Jian Wushuang's mind—scenes of the days and nights he had spent together with Jian Meng'er over these four years.
"Once, I fantasized about being with you forever, even marrying you and having children!"
"Once, you were the person I cherished most in my life!"
"Once, I would have given everything for you—including my life!"
"But now, all of those dreams have scattered like smoke and mist."
"This next strike will decide victory and defeat—it will also completely sever the bonds of grievance and entanglement between you and me. And at the same time, I will use this strike to tell you..."
Jian Wushuang's eyes snapped open, and his icy voice rang across the heavens.
"In this world, there are many people qualified to look down on me. But you... are not worthy!"
Shua!
A cold sword light abruptly flared to life.
Nameless Sword Art, First Form—Blood Shadow!