"Amitabha..."
Jin Xuan, the senior disciple among the young generation of the Shaolin Sect, clad in a yellow monk's robe, his not particularly tall frame appearing very ordinary. With a kind and amiable face, he clasped his hands together in front of Xu Lingwei and said with a smile, "Please make your move!"
Xu Lingwei's long black hair was tied into a Taoist bun, with a few strands by her temples fluttering in the wind. Her beautiful, sculpted face featured delicate and sharp features. Especially her sword-like eyebrows exuded a hint of pride, and her cool gaze fixed on Jin Xuan. The small freckles on her face added an unusual touch of beauty, and her entire demeanor was one of aloof pride...
Swish!
Xu Lingwei was not polite at all. She directly drew the sword she carried, and without a word, she lunged towards Jin Xuan. Her right foot pushed off the wooden plank of the arena, and she leaped into the air. Holding her sword in her right hand, the long sword, flashing with cold light, pierced the air, emitting a crisp humming sound like the long cry of a blue bird...
As swift as lightning, in the blink of an eye, Xu Lingwei's sword tip, carrying a sword energy, stabbed towards Jin Xuan's face. However, his amiable and kind face was always adorned with a gentle smile. With his large eyes, facing Xu Lingwei's thrust, the crowd below the arena believed that the sword was about to hit Jin Xuan...
Crack!
In an instant, Jin Xuan clasped his hands in front of him and astonishingly caught Xu Lingwei's attacking sword between his palms, preventing it from advancing another inch. The sword tip stopped ten centimeters from Jin Xuan's face...
This scene caused the masters who were holding cameras and live-streaming to immediately focus their lenses on Jin Xuan and Xu Lingwei. The netizens in the Douyin live broadcast room, watching this thrilling moment, were all startled, but soon some netizens suspected that such a scene, resembling a martial arts film, was staged...
Especially when Xu Lingwei tried to pull her sword from Jin Xuan's grasp, but after a try, she couldn't draw it out. This made Xu Lingwei's eyebrows furrow. She once again used all her strength to pull out the sword, but still could not free it...
It could be imagined that Jin Xuan's martial arts realm completely crushed Xu Lingwei. Lin Dachun, Zhao Xuewu, Wang Zhuyu, Tang Doudou, and other disciples from the Wuliang Daoist temple below the stage gasped in amazement with wide eyes.
It was known that among the young disciples of the Wuliang Daoist temple, Xu Lingwei possessed the highest martial arts realm, except for Wan Yunting, of course. To see Xu Lingwei, who was facing the strongest disciple of the younger generation from the Shaolin Sect, unable to even pass one move, made Wang Zhuyu, Tang Doudou, and the others feel an extraordinary shock.
Finally, Jin Xuan let go, and Xu Lingwei withdrew her sword, retreating several steps. However, her expression remained arrogant, her eyes revealing a stubborn unwillingness as she stared fixedly at Jin Xuan. He clasped his hands together again, smiling politely at Xu Lingwei and saying, "Amitabha, junior sister from Wuliang Daoist temple, you are not my match. It is better to concede."
As a result, Xu Lingwei's face sank. She did not appreciate Jin Xuan's gesture at all; instead, it only succeeded in enraging her. Holding her sword, she circulated her inner energy from her dantian, her sword tip once again pointing at Jin Xuan as she attacked, saying, "If you want me to concede, unless you knock me off the stage!"
Jin Xuan's expression faltered. Facing Xu Lingwei's fierce attack with her sword, he could only smile helplessly. He stopped trying to persuade her to forfeit and directly met her move. The two immediately clashed...
Below the stage, Wan Yunting and Zhou Ruoxi, along with Liu Bing and other sect leaders, watched Jin Xuan on the stage engaging with Xu Lingwei. They knew he wasn't trying to defeat Xu Lingwei too quickly, as he was being considerate of her. However, this also allowed everyone to witness the high skill of the Shaolin disciples. Lu Chenzi, Liu Bing, and other sect leaders were all praising the prowess of Abbot Renxin and his Shaolin disciples...
But the end was naturally Xu Lingwei being knocked off the stage. However, Jin Xuan held back, only causing her to fall off the stage rather than injuring her.
"Senior Sister Zhishan..."
Li Zihang and Qi Wu, among others, rushed forward.
Xu Lingwei's expression was blank. She turned and cupped her fists towards Jin Xuan on the stage, then turned and walked back to the team behind Wan Yunting...
Li Zihang shrugged his shoulders and turned to Qi Wu with a smile, "Senior Brother Qi, it seems it's all up to you and our junior brother Guanzhu."
Qi Wu smiled. Just then, the matches on the other two stages also concluded. He held lot number six and walked towards the central arena with the sign. Following closely behind him was Meng Yan from the Divine Sword Sect!
"Oh no, how did he get matched against someone from the Divine Sword Sect!"
Seeing that Qi Wu was competing against Meng Yan from the Divine Sword Sect, Duan Yingying and Li Zihang, who were standing behind Wan Yunting, couldn't help but exclaim in dismay. Gu Luotang and Qi Miaomiao also raised their eyebrows. Even Yang Jingyi, sitting in the judges' area below the central arena, raised her eyebrows, beginning to worry about her disciple Qi Wu...
Even Wan Yunting couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. Yan Changjian, sitting beside him, pointed at Qi Wu on the stage with his thumb and turned to Wan Yunting with a smile, "Patriarch Wan, that kid is your Wuliang Daoist temple disciple, isn't he? What bad luck to be matched against my disciple!"
Seeing Yan Changjian's arrogant and presumptuous demeanor, Wan Yunting's narrowed eyes showed a sharp glint. He could only smile and say nothing.
On the stage, Meng Yan held a broadsword. As the referee signaled the start of the match, Meng Yan slowly drew his broadsword and then tossed the scabbard off the stage, where it was caught by a disciple of the Divine Sword Sect...
Meng Yan turned his head, looking at Qi Wu, who was also holding a long sword, with a provocative gaze. He said playfully, "Kid, you're from Wuliang Daoist temple, right? Why don't you just admit defeat? You're no match for me, otherwise, don't blame me for knocking you off the stage and making you lose even more disgracefully!"
Qi Wu also drew his long sword, and tossed the scabbard to Li Zihang, who was standing below the stage, and was caught by him. His eyes were fixed on Meng Yan, who was brandishing his broadsword. Qi Wu said coldly, "If you want me to admit defeat, that's impossible."
"Heh heh."
Meng Yan let out a dismissive, sneering laugh. Then, he beckoned Qi Wu with his left hand provocatively, "Then come on, lest you say I didn't give you a chance to attack."
Qi Wu, who already had no fondness for the Divine Sword Sect, naturally couldn't tolerate Meng Yan's arrogant, overbearing, and provocative demeanor. Immediately, he charged forward with his sword...
Clang!
Meng Yan blocked Qi Wu's direct thrust with a downward slash of his sword. Instantly, he turned, his sword tip like lightning, thrusting upwards towards Meng Yan's chest. But Meng Yan dodged sideways, and with a turn of his broadsword, he blocked Qi Wu's sword again...
Meng Yan, with a look of contempt and disdain, lectured and taunted, "With your mediocre skills, it's quite lucky you made it to the second round. I'll give you another chance to admit defeat voluntarily, otherwise, don't blame me for being merciless!"
"Pah."
Qi Wu, unable to bear his provocation, swung his sword again and directly hacked at Meng Yan, shouting, "If you have the guts, don't dodge, take my sword..."
Clang!
Meng Yan horizontally raised his broadsword to block Qi Wu's downward slash. The sound of metal striking metal, sparks flew. A sinister look appeared under Meng Yan's eyes, and a cold smile tugged at the corner of his lips, "Since you don't know what's good for you, then I won't be polite. Take this..."
Meng Yan unleashed his power, turned around, gripped the sword hilt with both hands, channeled a powerful aura into his broadsword, and swung it horizontally towards Qi Wu. The speed was extreme, giving Qi Wu no chance to react. He was also startled and instinctively raised his sword to block his waist...
Clang!
The broadsword fiercely struck Qi Wu's long sword. The invisible sword energy contained hidden force, causing the long sword to bend, and finally snap. A segment of the blade cut through Qi Wu's robes on his abdomen, and blood immediately spurted out. Not only that, the hidden force even heavily injured Qi Wu's abdominal organs...
Pfft...!
Qi Wu vomited a mouthful of blood, and his body flew backward. He drew an arc in the air before crashing heavily onto the stage below...
"Senior Brother Qi..."
Li Zihang below, as well as Wan Yunting sitting with Zhou Ruoxi and other sect leaders, cried out and stood up. Duan Yingying, Xu Lingwei, Lin Dachun, and others rushed forward. Li Zihang quickly picked up Qi Wu, who had fallen to the ground, "Senior Brother Qi, how are you..."
Blood flowed from Qi Wu's left abdomen. Wan Yunting, who had rushed over, immediately pressed on the wound. Yang Jingyi, from the judges' seats, also stood up and asked anxiously, "How badly are you hurt?"
Wan Yunting examined the wound. Fortunately, the external injury was not severe, just a cut on his abdomen. However, after checking Qi Wu's pulse, Wan Yunting discovered that his kidney had been severely damaged, causing his brows to furrow, and his expression to become even more gloomy. He turned to Yang Jingyi and the others and said, "The internal injury is very serious!"
"What...?"
Immediately, Li Zihang and Duan Yingying screamed and turned to glare angrily at Meng Yan on the stage, shouting, "You bastard, this is a competition, not a murder..."
The sect leaders and masters of other sects also couldn't sit still and came to check. Shi Yizhen immediately instructed the medical team to come and stop the bleeding and bandage the wound. As for the internal injury, Wan Yunting was using acupuncture to stabilize Qi Wu's condition...
"You can't blame me, can you."
Meng Yan, holding his broadsword on the stage, feigned an innocent expression and said to the sect leaders of the various sects below, "How was I supposed to know he was so weak and couldn't even take one move? Besides, I told him to concede from the start, but he insisted on fighting. I couldn't help it."
"But you did it on purpose!"
The furious Li Zihang and Duan Yingying pointed at Meng Yan and yelled. Yang Jingyi, with a dark expression, saw Yan Changjian and the others approach and said coldly, "Sect Leader Yan, you owe me an explanation!"
The gazes of Zhong Yulong from the Wudang Sect, Zhang Xuanliang from Longhu Mountain, Abbot Renxin from Shaolin Sect, and Yuan Gaowu from the Kunlun Sect, among other sect leaders, all fell on Yan Changjian, who was approaching. Shi Yizhen, the sect leader of the host Huashan Sect, also had an unpleasant expression and said, "Sect Leader Yan, aren't your disciples being a bit excessive?"
"This is a friendly competition, but your disciple struck with such heavy force. If a life were lost, could you bear the responsibility?"
As a result, Yan Changjian had a look of disdain. His sharp eyes swept across the sect leaders and masters present. He spread his hands and said with a smile, "It's not like anyone died, is it? Besides, in sword fighting, how can there be no injuries?"