“You…”
The words stung, making everyone present look displeased. Shi Yizhen said indignantly, “Even so, it was just a touch and stop, but your disciple hit so hard. He injured the Qingcheng Sect disciples before, and now he has crippled the disciples of the Wuliang Daoist Temple like this. Sect Leader Yan, don’t you think this is going too far?”
“Hmph.”
Yan Changjian snorted dismissively, his chin held high in an arrogant posture. He waved his hand and said, “What’s too far about it? I can only say that their disciples from Wuliang Daoist Temple are not skilled enough. Fortunately, this is just a spar. If it were a fight to the death, he would have died long ago.”
These words made Yang Jingyi completely furious. She glared fiercely at Yan Changjian, gritting her teeth, and said coldly, “Sect Leader Yan, your words are excessive.”
Yan Changjian’s eyes contemptuously glanced at Yang Jingyi, and he chuckled, “What, you can’t stand hearing such words? But this is the truth!”
“Besides, a spar should be a real fight. If both sides are too polite, it’s not called a spar, it’s called playing house.”
“Exactly. If it’s not for real, do you expect me to play house with him?” Meng Yan, on the stage, echoed Yan Changjian’s words with a dismissive cold laugh.
Zhong Yulong said, “Sect Leader Yan, even so, a spar should be a touch and stop. Don’t use such heavy hands. It wouldn’t be good if someone lost their life.”
Seeing that Zhong Yulong had spoken, Yan Changjian waved his hand and said, “It has already happened, and there’s no point in saying more. I can only tell my disciples to show mercy in the upcoming matches. Is that acceptable?”
This statement provoked the people from various sects present again. However, facing Yan Changjian’s arrogant, conceited, and overbearing demeanor, the major sects present couldn’t say much, knowing Yan Changjian’s character.
“Alright, escort Senior Brother Qi down the mountain for treatment.”
Wan Yunting stood up, instructing Li Zihang and the others to escort Qi Wu down the mountain to have his abdominal wound stitched by a doctor…
“Master Wan, are you alright?”
Shi Yizhen and the others inquired. Wan Yunting shook his head expressionlessly, indicating that Qi Wu was not in mortal danger. He then turned his head, his sharp gaze cast sidelong at Yan Changjian, Jian Feng, and Meng Yan, and said, “Sect Leader Yan is right, swords and blades have no eyes, and injuries are inevitable in a spar!”
This statement made Yang Jingyi, Duan Yingying, and the people from various sects look at him with some confusion. Yan Changjian looked at Wan Yunting and chuckled, “It’s rare for Master Wan to be such an understanding person.”
Wan Yunting remained expressionless, but suppressed his anger in his heart. He turned to the sect leaders like Shi Yizhen and Zhong Yulong and said, “Let’s continue the spar.”
Seeing that Wan Yunting wasn’t saying anything more, Shi Yizhen could only let it go. He signaled everyone to return to their positions and announced the continuation of the spar…
As the spars on the other two stages concluded, the referee called out, “Contestants with numbers seven, eight, and nine, please come to the stage for your matches…”
Wan Yunting, who was called, stood up, holding the number eight ticket in his hand. He then turned his head to glance at Jian Feng, who was standing beside Yan Changjian with his arms crossed and his sword held. Wan Yunting, his expressionless face, calmly said, “It seems my luck is not good, to encounter your Divine Sword Sect!”
“Haha…”
Yan Changjian heard his implication and realized he had run into Jian Feng. He burst into laughter, then said with a sly grin, “Master Wan, it’s just a friendly spar, let’s just touch and stop!”
Wan Yunting, understanding the hidden meaning in his words, his eyes turned cold. He picked up the Gentleman Sword leaning against the chair, gave Zhou Ruoxi a reassuring look, and directly walked towards the central stage. Jian Feng, with a slight smile at the corner of his lips, followed closely behind, holding his sword as he ascended the stage…
The spectators from the various sects below saw that Wan Yunting’s match was against Jian Feng of the Divine Sword Sect, which immediately made everyone present anticipate the event. The media cameramen also carried their cameras, their lenses focused on Wan Yunting and Jian Feng on the stage, broadcasting live…
“Look quickly, it’s Wan Shuxian, Wan Shuxian is finally appearing…!”
In the Douyin live stream, over ten million viewers watched Wan Yunting under the camera. His expressionless face exuded a powerful aura, like a sharp sword yet sheathed, giving off a sense of oppression.
“The person sparring with the great god Wan seems very strong too…”
The netizens in the live stream saw Jian Feng facing Wan Yunting. He appeared like a sharp sword without its sheath, his edge hidden, exuding a great aura through the screen, making everyone involuntarily filled with anticipation for the intense collision between these two.
“I have to say, this disciple of the Divine Sword Sect is indeed a martial arts prodigy!”
At this moment, Liu Bing, Shi Yizhen, and other sect leaders sitting below the stage, as well as sect leaders like Tan Song, were whispering to each other about Jian Feng, who was confronting Wan Yunting on the stage, marveling at his extraordinary talent.
Standing behind Zhong Yulong and Zhang Xuanliang, Zhang Xian’er and Zi Qing’s eyes showed a glimmer of light as they intently stared at Jian Feng on the stage. Zhang Xian’er narrowed her peach blossom eyes and couldn’t help but say to Zi Qing beside her, “Hey, don’t you think that guy’s aura feels a bit familiar?”
Zi Qing, dressed in a simple gray robe, her face carved by the gods devoid of any emotional expression, her naturally innocent phoenix eyes beneath delicate willow brows now showed a trace of strangeness. Her soft voice said, “Mmm, it feels very familiar!”
Zhang Xian’er’s peach blossom eyes fixed on Jian Feng, and she said strangely, “That’s odd, who exactly is this guy?”
This statement made Zhao Xuyan, Zhang Xingyue, Lan Xin, and Xian Yun, who were following behind, look at Zhang Xian’er and Zi Qing with confusion, not understanding what they were talking about…
On the stage, Jian Feng did not hesitate to draw his sword. It was an incredibly sharp treasure sword that could slice through hair, its blade thick and displaying peculiar patterns. It was a sword forged and folded countless times, emitting a sharp gleam as it was unsheathed, perfectly matching Jian Feng’s arrogant and uninhibited, sharp and exposed demeanor.
He looked provocatively at Wan Yunting before him and said with a smile, “Wan Yunting, actually, I didn’t draw the same number as you!”
Facing Jian Feng drawing his sword, Wan Yunting remained expressionless. He also drew the Gentleman Sword and threw the scabbard off the stage. Zhao Xuewu quickly caught it…
Jian Feng lowered his voice and chuckled, “I swapped numbers with a disciple from the Qingcheng Sect, deliberately making myself your opponent!”
Wan Yunting flicked his Gentleman Sword, his expressionless face no longer holding back his aura. His sharp eyes fixed on Jian Feng before him, and he said in a calm tone, “This move is unwise. I’m afraid you’ll regret it!”
“Heh heh.”
These words made Jian Feng chuckle. Facing Wan Yunting’s powerful aura, the two were evenly matched. He shook his head and laughed, “Don’t you want to learn our Divine Sword Sect’s sword techniques? I’m letting you experience them early, lest we don’t meet in later matches, and you’ll be disappointed?”
Wan Yunting’s expression remained unchanged, but he suppressed a surge of anger in his heart and said, “So, I should thank you?”
“You’re welcome.”
Jian Feng wore a playful smile on his face, looking at Wan Yunting with arrogant eyes. Suddenly, his gaze turned fierce, and he said coldly, “Don’t worry, I’ll make you regret encountering me!”
Seeing Jian Feng’s sudden change in gaze and aura, Wan Yunting’s expression sank, and he instantly guessed his true identity!
“Don’t speak too soon. If you want to win, first ask if my sword agrees…”
Wan Yunting’s expression became solemn, his sharp eyes fixed on Jian Feng before him. He raised his right hand holding the sword, and as his voice fell, he took the initiative, launching an attack…
Jian Feng’s sharp eyes widened. Facing Wan Yunting’s aggressive advance, his movements were strange and incredibly fast. In the blink of an eye, he was right in front of him…
Wan Yunting thrust his sword straight at him, a surge of energy exploding like thunder, like a wave of force rushing towards Jian Feng, making him instinctively raise his sword to block…
Clang!
A sound like metal striking metal echoed. The tip of Wan Yunting’s Gentleman Sword struck the blade of Jian Feng’s sword. A powerful internal force caused Jian Feng’s expression to change slightly. The tiger’s mouth of his sword-holding right hand went numb, and he was repelled two steps by Wan Yunting’s formidable internal force and energy.
“What powerful internal force!”
Jian Feng raised his eyes, looking at Wan Yunting before him with surprise. He asked with a smile, full of interest, “What sword technique is this?”
“Wuji Tiangang Sword Technique!”
Wan Yunting, his expressionless face, gave a light shout and swung his sword again, leaping into the air. He performed a three-hundred-and-sixty-degree turn in mid-air, and his Gentleman Sword slashed down towards Jian Feng’s head…
Clang!
Jian Feng horizontally blocked with his sword. The sound of metal striking metal, accompanied by flashing sparks and powerful sword energy flying out, caused Jian Feng to retreat his left foot. He channeled Wan Yunting’s formidable internal force into his left foot, stomping a hole into the wooden stage planks.
“Wow, that’s too fierce…”
This exclamation erupted from the spectators from the various sects below. The netizens in the Douyin live stream, following the camera shots, watched this scene as if they were watching a martial arts film’s arena combat, finding it so surreal…
“Wuji Tiangang Sword Technique!”
The sect leaders and masters from various sects, as well as Abbot Renxin of the Shaolin Sect, sitting below the stage, watched Wan Yunting and Jian Feng engage in a fierce spar on the stage. Especially the Wuji Tiangang Sword Technique he unleashed, with its immense sword energy and formidable internal force, had the upper hand against Jian Feng from the start, leading Liu Bing, Lu Chenzi, and other sect leaders to exclaim, “It’s truly unimaginable that Wuliang Daoist Temple possesses such a domineering sword technique!”
Zhong Yulong, the sect leader of the Wudang Sect, stroked his white beard and nodded, saying, “This Wuji Tiangang Sword Technique is the only supreme sword technique of the Wuliang Daoist Temple, but it is rumored to have been lost a long time ago. It’s unexpected that it has reappeared now.”
Zhang Xuanliang agreed, adding, “Besides the sword technique, Wuji Tiangang also includes internal energy cultivation methods and fist techniques. The three are combined into a complete set!”
Yuan Gaowu of the Kunlun Sect said, “With such supreme martial arts possessed by the Wuliang Daoist Temple, they will surely be able to restore their temple’s prestige in the future…”
This statement was met with nods of agreement from the other sect leaders and masters…
“Heh heh…”
Yan Changjian, sitting on the side, nodded, his arrogant and unrestrained posture unwavering. He scoffed dismissively, “What Wuji Tiangang Sword Technique? Compared to our Divine Sword Sect’s Ba Jue Sword Technique, it’s far inferior.”
These words caused sect leaders like Liu Bing and Yuan Gaowu to raise their eyebrows in displeasure. They intended to retort to Yan Changjian, but Zhong Yulong gave Yuan Gaowu and the others a look and a slight shake of his head, as if it was unnecessary to continue a verbal argument with Yan Changjian.
Clang!
On the stage, the two swords clashed, accompanied by flashing sparks. A muffled sound from the collision of invisible sword energy, and the immense aura forced both Wan Yunting and Jian Feng apart, creating a distance between them…
Jian Feng flicked his sword. Their sharp gazes met, and Wan Yunting couldn’t help but slightly raise an eyebrow. He switched his sword to his left hand, flexing his right hand a few times…
In just a few minutes, both sides had exchanged dozens of moves, their swords clashing head-on, the tiger’s mouth of their hands aching from the impact. Jian Feng also moved his right hand, his sharp eyes fixed on Wan Yunting before him. He curved his lips into a slight smile and said, “I must admit, your swordsmanship is indeed the strongest I’ve seen among people of our age. This truly surprises me!”