The First Cultivator - Changing Existence

Chapter 775 - A Respectable Fight - 775

Skymender spent a few hours atop the mountain, wandering around, before descending from it. He began to journey towards other locations.

A year passed, and Skymender continued on his seemingly infinite journey that had no destination. Skymender had encountered all sorts of things over the years.

He had seen incredible sights, faced people who wished to harm him, and ignored people who wished to follow him.

He currently found himself in the Sword Region, where he had made quite a legend of himself. After an incident involving a third rank Sword Master, people began to call him the Horse Riding Swordsman.

A long story short, a Sword Master had been pursuing a girl for nearly a year, when Skymender arrived in their small city.

The girl saw Skymender's youthful appearance and elegant bearing, and instantly fell in love. She began to pester Skymender, who never once bothered with her.

This did not seem to discourage her.

She continued to bring gifts and tell stories as he rode around on his horse. He had stayed in that city for about a month, enjoying the views.

As he departed the city, the third rank Sword Master appeared in front of him. In this city, he was at the highest level.

He yelled some things Skymender hadn't bothered paying attention to. Skymender's horse never stopped, ignoring the man as if he was grass on the road.

This enraged the man, causing him to attack.

Skymender grabbed a dagger from a satchel on the horse and pierced the man through the throat before he was able to swing his sword once.

He fell to the ground dead in an instant.

The story traveled around, and coupled with Skymender's otherworldly bearing, stories began to be made up.

Some of the stories exaggerated everything so much that people viewed him as a hidden Grandmaster of some weapon.

In the next months after that, he was challenged by many, though none were above the second rank. Due to all of them being weak, Skymender had easily dispatched of them.

Currently, Skymender was looking at a city's gates from not too far away. The falling sun painted an admirable view.

Skymender entered the city. People looked at him, and after some hushed whispers, they realized who he was.

This was a much larger city, with much stronger people than most of the places he had visited.

Skymender stayed in the city for a week before someone came up to him while he was riding his horse around the city.

The man had an imposing air around him, and a sword at his waist.

"My clan's young mistress had requested an audience with you, Horse Riding Swordsman." The man said.

Skymender did not even look at him, passing him directly.

The man's face turned dark.

"Sir, I would advise you to reconsider your decision to ignore me." The man said.

Skymender moved further into the distance without turning his head.

The man grabbed his sword. "In that case, I'll have to discipline you."

He charged forward.

Skymender finally turned around, grabbing the sword at his waist.

He had been waiting for a good opponent to come by. Since his good looks brought jealousy, he had been faced with the decision to either hide his face or display it openly.

Since he wasn't some coward, he naturally chose the latter. In the past year, he had grown to look even better than before. This was due to his hair growing longer, which truly gave him a mythical look.

He wasn't one to care about looks, but it was hard to ignore it when everybody else noticed, and compared to others, he looked far better.

"You pay attention now, but it is too late." The man said as he neared Skymender and swung his sword.

Skymender jumped off of his horse's back, ordering it to retreat. All around, people watched as Skymender flipped off of his horse and met the man's sword.

The man's eyes changed. He was pushed back to the ground, and Skymender fell down on top of him, his sword swinging down.

The man held his sword up in defense, but Skymender was just too strong. He was sent sliding back. Skymender never stopped moving. He seemed like a fish flowing through water as he rapidly attacked the man.

Within a few moments, the man cut a sorry figure.

It wasn't that Skymender's swordsmanship was better, but that his strength and agility were simply too high for the man to counter.

The spectators were awed by his fighting style.

Skymender eventually knocked the man's sword away and sent him falling to the ground.

The man looked up at Skymender with mixed emotions.

Skymender sheathed his sword.

"Do you admit defeat?" He asked.

The man gritted his teeth, and after hesitating, nodded.

"It is admirable to admit defeat." Skymender said, completely putting away his sword.

He hopped on his horse.

"My name is Skymender. I'll give you one chance to take revenge. Win or lose, I'll spare your life. The second time, I'll kill you." Skymender said as he rode away.

The people all around him, who had watched the fight and heard his words, instantly began to scatter and tell stories.

The man on the ground seemed dazed.

"Perhaps it wasn't so bad to lose."

He had respect for Skymender's conduct.

He eventually got up and headed back to his Young Mistress's residence. She sat there calmly, but when she saw his cut up figure, she was shocked.

"Sword Master Zhesei! Are you okay?" She asked with worry.

The man nodded. "I am fine, but I have disappointed you, Young Mistress."

The Sword Master began to recount the entire series of events that had taken place. He spoke honestly, not lying about a single detail.

"So that Horse Riding Swordsman is truly so incredible." She said with awe.

The man nodded. "He truly is. Although he defeated me, I was the one to provoke him, and yet spared my life. I owe him quite the debt of gratitude."