Tang Feng and others had never heard of 'split brains', only knowing to practice arduously. After all, various Great Ascension sword techniques were available in the library. They only needed to practice them methodically to master them.
In this manner, their swordplay was indeed precise and exquisite, but since the sword was called the king of weapons, simply imitating without any flexibility lost its essence.
Ren Yuanhao did not know how much they could understand, but the only saber technique he had practiced so far allowed him to move freely, effortlessly, like calligraphy, sometimes vigorous, sometimes ancient, sometimes graceful, sometimes steady.
Being smooth and adaptable allowed for freedom of movement.
Ren Yuanhao poured out his understanding of weapons to them. While some parts conflicted with what their master had taught, there were points that could be learned and imitated. Everyone was delighted, and the tense atmosphere eased slightly.
At this moment, the outcome of the duel was decided. Shen Yihan, with his solid foundation, remained on the arena, his proud and independent figure earning the favor of more than half of the female disciples.
"Second match, Mu Yun Sect wins."
Mo Xinghe finished speaking, his gaze directed at the area of Zhao Yang Sect, which had not intended to make a move.
"What's the matter? Is Zhao Yang Sect just here to watch the fun this time?"
This remark instantly stirred up a storm. However, they already had plans. More exaggeratedly, Ren Yuanhao lay leisurely in the last row, flipping through the book in his hand, not even bothering to watch the competition, appearing as if it were none of his business.
"That sickly fellow is probably possessed."
"Yes, he's been reading since we saw him. I'm afraid he's an idiot."
"Does it matter if he's an idiot? They're just here to make up the numbers anyway."
"Right, the entire Zhao Yang Sect is probably just here to make up the numbers."
The laughter of the crowd was like a tide, but Ren Yuanhao's skin was thick. Such mockery was too mild for him; he could withstand it, even hoping it would be more intense.
That way, he could deliver a resounding blow.
Mo Xinghe saw that his attempts to instigate a conflict had failed to draw anyone from Zhao Yang Sect onto the stage. Yao Yuesheng, sitting to the side, chuckled with delight.
"Uncle-Master Mo, look, our Mu Yun Sect disciples have already won two matches. If no other sect dares to challenge, then the spot..."
As soon as the words fell, the man from Yue Han Sect wielding twin sabers leaped onto the stage. Ice shards flew, and cold air billowed. His true energy was so potent that he had likely entered the Foundation Establishment realm!
"Twin Swordsman—Wu Geng, ranked second among the seven great disciples of Yue Han Sect. A Foundation Establishment realm expert. This momentum clearly indicates the difference in their power."
Yuan Che of Cang Long Sect stood with his hands behind his back, completely disregarding these individuals. In his eyes, these people were no different from children fighting; battles without bloodshed could not be called battles, only make-believe.
As soon as Wu Geng entered the arena, his powerful and peerless pressure alone made Shen Yihan struggle to breathe. Moreover, his twin sabers were sharp and domineering. Within ten exchanges, Shen Yihan was defeated. Not only that, as Shen Yihan fell, Wu Geng kicked him in the ribs. As he tumbled onto the ice bed, he was already spitting blood and had fainted.
"Third match, Yue Han Sect wins."
Mo Xinghe remained expressionless, unfazed.
"Wu Liti! Is this how you discipline your disciples?" Yao Yuesheng's anger surged, and she called him by name directly, like a drawn sword!
Wu Liti snorted coldly, "Since it's a competition, some minor injuries are inevitable."
"Minor injuries? A broken rib is also a minor injury?"
Yao Yuesheng's eyes were like frost, sharp and piercing.
"What? Yao Yuesheng, you are a junior, and I won't argue with you. But if you continue to be so aggressive, do you want to test my Feng Yan Saber?"
Wu Liti placed his right hand on the unusually curved hilt at his waist, as if it were about to be unsheathed at any moment!
"If you want to fight, then fight! I, Yao Yuesheng, am afraid of no one!"
Yao Yuesheng was as resolute as a sword, her aura exceptionally outstanding. Simply standing there, her killing intent permeated the surroundings.
"Enough! Do you consider me, Mo Xinghe, to be nothing?"
Mo Xinghe raised his hand and slapped the black stone table in front of him, which immediately turned into dust!
One had to know that the black stone here was extremely hard, and shattering the table with only true energy was enough to make people gasp.
The two women's faces turned pale, and they resentfully returned to their seats.
"Speaking of which, the second seat of Yue Han Sect has already been dispatched. Zhao Yang Sect hasn't had a single person come up to compete. What? Are you truly planning to just make up the numbers?"
As Mo Xinghe said this, he was subtly provoking them for the second time.
However, no one from Zhao Yang Sect showed any intention of entering the fray. Their faces even displayed an annoying detachment from worldly affairs.
Mo Xinghe let out a cold snort and waved his hand towards Yuan Che, his top disciple. Yuan Che leaped onto the ice bed like a celestial dragon.
Without the pressure of true energy, without sharp weapons, without even carrying any weapons, when he stood with his hands behind his back, the opponent's hands were already clenched tightly on his twin sabers, as if facing a formidable enemy.
"Do you want me to knock you down, or will you go down yourself?"
Yuan Che spoke only these cold words.
"I've long heard that Yuan Che of Cang Long Sect is the foremost among the younger generation. Today, I'm fortunate to spar with you. Why not go all out?"
Wu Geng gripped his twin sabers, slowly transitioning from fear to excitement!
"Let me remind you, my twin sabers are of unparalleled power. Even our Saintess dares not face my twin sabers bare-handed. I advise you to find some weapons to fight me, lest you be injured by my twin sabers."
Wu Geng's words were not meant as a reminder to the opponent but rather to regain some dignity after his initial fear.
"Against you? There's no need for weapons, is there?"
Ren Yuanhao closed his book, then hobbled and followed step by step onto the ice bed.