Watching Jing Yuan square up to the Everwinter Wraiths, the Sneaky Nation lurkers in Dragon Nation’s chat cackled.
After being dogpiled yesterday, they’d been simmering for hours.
Seeing Jing Yuan “reckless,” they’d already tasted his “inevitable” faceplant.
They popped their champagne early and went for the throat—
[He think it’ll be as easy as yesterday?
Against three?]
[These humanoids aren’t the same league as the flyers.]
[Even Eagle Nation’s oppa had trouble.
Does the Dragon kid think his rusty machete beats a rocket?
Please—it’s the 21st century (eyeroll.jpg).]
[No idea what the national-fate penalty is (sparkle.jpg), but if the Dragons feel it first, we’ll be ready~]
They didn’t get to finish the bit.
Before Dragon Nation could clap back, Jing Yuan made them eat their words.
He reversed his grip, the heavy horse-cutter dragging a gouge through the snow— and then, before the wraiths could close, he snapped the blade upward.
The tip flung up a fan of powder— and, faintly, threads of lightning.
Yes.
Plenty of viewers thought their eyes lied.
How did a “plain old blade” throw lightning?
But the cut, in Jing Yuan’s hands, did carry thunder.
One slow-looking lift, yet edges bloomed in a flood— as if he’d split the air with a dozen slashes at once.
The “mess” of cuts actually wove into a net that caught all three Everwinter Wraiths.
Edges fell, rang in a cascade against the plating—ding ding dang— and all three reeled.
They looked mauled: auras dimmed, crystalline glow guttered, even the halberd-energy winked out.
The pressure vanished.
[Hssss—this move is broken!]
[Speak up, Sneaky Nation!]
[Sorry—my dog slipped the leash just now.
I apologize to everyone (bow.jpg).]
[Chief?
Scientific explanation for why the blade throws lightning?]
[Chief: Believe in science, everyone.
The blade was fully charged (doge.jpg).]
The stream’s glee didn’t reach Jing Yuan.
unsatisfied.
He’d expected Purple Firmament—Shockflare to delete the wraiths.
But it only crippled them.
Progress not high enough, then.
The Arbiter-General’s art had more to give.
He set the thought aside.
Feet never stopping, he flowed in and finished all three while they were staggered.
[Ding.]
[Role-Play Progress +1%.]
As the last wraith powdered out, the chime sounded again.
The fight was done.
Jing Yuan was untouched.
The Everwinter trio hadn’t even had a turn.
The ease stood in brutal contrast to Eagle Nation’s flailing retreat— and even General Zhang couldn’t help a smile tugging up.
His worries evaporated.
“This kid—
“never stops surprising, does he?”
The middle-aged officer beside him swallowed.
“Sir… those humanoids shrugged off Eagle Nation’s rocket… but Jing Yuan’s one strike broke them.
“Doesn’t that mean… his blade is stronger than hot weapons?”
Zhang blinked.
The comparison clicked.
A thing rockets couldn’t handle—Jing Yuan handled.
Tsk.
The kid hid deep.
The old general’s smile widened.
He looked at the youth on the screen with fresh respect.
So young, no arrogance, and he knew how to keep his edge sheathed.
Rare.
As Jing Yuan cleaned up, host Xiao Sa returned to the studio with an elder.
The elder was past sixty, beard white and temples frosted, but still broad-shouldered, eyes keen— plainly a man of the arts.
“Hello, everyone, Xiao Sa here.
I’m hosting this afternoon’s block.
“We’ve also invited Master Ma, inheritor of the Miao-dao tradition, to walk us through classic Dragon Nation blades like the Miao-dao and the horse-cutter.”
After swapping with Bingbing, Xiao Sa introduced their guest.
Since seeing Jing Yuan’s swordplay yesterday, he’d wanted a traditional-weapons master in the chair:
to help decode Jing Yuan’s moves, and to use the moment to share some history.
He got the green light quickly— and they’d found Master Ma on short notice.
[Master Ma?!]
[Old Ma?
Old Ma!!
[Sincere question: is this the “Ma laoshi” I’m thinking of?]
[If you don’t know, please don’t.
This is a titan of the old arts (disdain.jpg).]
Master Ma stroked his beard, inclining slightly to camera.
A hermit’s poise.
He knew all about the Zone.
He hadn’t followed it like the common folk.
Hearing Dragon Nation’s Trailblazer was a “lazy” youth had disappointed him—he’d feared the nation’s fate would sour.
He accepted the invitation anyway.
Then Xiao Sa cued the replay and asked him to break down Jing Yuan’s technique— and the elder lost composure.
“Incredible—incredible!
“I had thought my blade was fast.
I did not expect someone faster than me in this world.
He… whose disciple is he?!”
Xiao Sa: “….”
We invited you to analyze, not interrogate, venerable sir.
You ask me—who am I supposed to ask?
After a beat, he pressed on.
“Senior, you mean… Jing Yuan’s bladework is too fast?”
Master Ma recollected himself, nodded.
“Indeed.
The boy’s blade seems slow—but it is actually fast—fast to the utmost… and thus appears slow.”
[Say less—but also, say more.]
[I look poor, but am rich—so rich I look poor (lol.jpg).]
[Master, I have ascended!]
[With that skill—could he 1v1 an Eagle Nation strongman?]
The elder’s koans didn’t satisfy the crowd.
So Xiao Sa cut to it.
“Could you explain in more detail for everyone, sir?”
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