Chapter 18 018 Perhaps we can take this opportunity to end the relationship?

Below the ring.

Several people with mosaics looked nervously at Jiang Yan on the stage. Shen Yuchen looked at Dongfang Chen beside him and asked, "Can she do it?"

Dongfang Chen said calmly, "She has already advanced to the mid-Foundation Establishment stage. Although her aura is still unstable, based on the experience last time, dealing with Yuheng is no problem."

Feng Qingyu smiled slightly and kicked Lin Yun, who was coiled at his feet: "Snake, remember to prepare the spirit stones."

Lin Yun twisted his snake head and said, "The outcome is not yet decided, and it's not necessarily the case that you, the old monster, will win!"

Although he said that, he secretly hoped that Jiang Yan would win the competition.

It doesn't matter if he loses a few spirit stones; what's important is that she doesn't embarrass him, the esteemed successor of Medicine King Valley and his Daoist partner...

On the stage, Jiang Yan and Yu Heng had already clashed. The two swords collided and sparks flew. Yu Heng's sword wind shifted, carrying a sharp killing intent, and went straight for Jiang Yan's heart.

Yuheng roared fiercely, "Prepare to die!"

The members of the Hehuan Sect below the stage were all taken aback.

Jiang Yan simply dodged the attack with a light sidestep, and with a flick of her wrist, launched a precise counterattack. With a clang, she easily knocked the sword from Yu Heng's hand to the ground.

After a feint, the tip of the sword was already pressed against Yuheng's neck.

Jiang Yan looked at the person with a calm expression, who couldn't hide their astonishment, and said, "You lost."

"You, you!"

Yuheng stared wide-eyed in astonishment, clearly still reeling from the shock.

The Yuanjian Pavilion members weren't much better off; Shen Miaoyin's brows were furrowed.

After Yuheng came down from the stage, she glared at him fiercely.

Jiang Yan actually broke Yuheng's ultimate move so easily?

Three moves, and the outcome is decided? How is that possible? Where did things go wrong?!

The Hehuan Sect members were also surprised, "Junior Sister Yan, when did you become so powerful?"

Ruoning said to Poyun, "Junior Sister... she can actually pinpoint the opponent's weaknesses so accurately."

Po Yun said with relief, "Master said that she has exceptional talent, but..."

"Just what?"

Before Po Yun could speak, Jiang Yan turned to the Yuanjian Pavilion members and asked, "Who's next?"

Shen Miaoyin glanced at the people around her, then sent a Golden Core stage Daoist partner to confront Jiang Yan.

This person had not participated in the battle before, so Jiang Yan was not yet familiar with his moves.

After Shen Miaoyin gave him a few instructions, the man took his sword and went up on stage.

Suddenly, Xiao Mei's voice rang in Jiang Yan's mind: "Host has found out, his major is the 'Flowing Cloud' sword technique."

Jiang Yan had read about this sword technique in a book before, and had a general impression of it. It aimed to overcome strength with softness and neutralize force with skill.

"I am He Chong, and I am pleased to learn from you."

After speaking, the man raised his hand and drew his long sword.

Jiang Yan mostly avoided his attacks in the first three moves, and only began to counterattack in the fourth move.

However, the next second, He Chong pierced her sleeve with his sword, leaving a bright red scar on her wrist.

He Chong and Chen Sheng pursued, their sharp sword energy closing in once more.

As Jiang Yan dodged to the side, the man turned his sword and slashed her right arm again.

Seeing this, Shen Miaoyin smiled smugly and said that Jiang Yan was a good-for-nothing, and that her occasional wins were just luck.

Xiao Bai and Ling Yue looked at Jiang Yan with tense expressions.

He Chong's sword flashed through the air once more, but Jiang Yan feinted and dodged to the side. The sharp sword light swept past, taking away a strand of her hair.

That strand of black hair drifted slowly down to the audience, and Feng Qingyu caught it with a simple gesture.

Shen Miaoyin seemed to sense that victory was in sight, and she shouted from the stage, "Senior Brother He, let's finish this quickly!"

He Chong's eyes narrowed, and he made another move.

Jiang Yan's robes were torn, and He Chong relaxed. In a flash, Jiang Yan's swordplay suddenly changed. The rhythm was fast and precise! It poured out like a storm, and then, taking advantage of He Chong's momentary lapse in concentration, she accurately pierced his wrist and knocked the arrow out of his hand.

Then the sword tip pointed at He Chong's heart, and his voice was like a cold spring: "You lost."

The longsword that He Chong had knocked down rolled to Shen Miaoyin's feet, shattering not only her proud confidence but also the arrogance on the faces of the remaining few.

Shen Miaoyin clenched her fists slightly, unable to believe that a match that was a sure win had been turned into a 2-2 draw by Jiang Yan, this good-for-nothing.

She looked at He Chong with some annoyance: "Senior brother, what's wrong with you today?!"

He Chong frowned slightly: "She can see through the weaknesses in my swordsmanship; she's not what we thought..."

Shen Miaoyin interrupted, "You think too highly of him. If she had that kind of ability, she wouldn't have taken more than a hundred years to break through to the Qi Refining stage!"

"Junior sister, I..."

"Fine, I'll fight the next match myself! I'm determined to beat her!"

He Chong spoke again: "Junior sister must remember to switch between different moves frequently."

"I know what I'm doing!" Shen Miaoyin replied impatiently, then leaped onto the stage: "Jiang Yan, I'll play this last round with you!"

She is currently in the early stage of the Golden Core realm, but she has been one of the best among her peers in the Yuanjian Pavilion since childhood. She has memorized various mental cultivation techniques and mastered numerous sword styles. A woman of exceptional talent like her has always looked down on a good-for-nothing like Jiang Yan who wins by luck!

Today she intends to teach Jiang Yan a lesson!

"Take this!"

Shen Miaoyin, holding a long sword, leaped to Jiang Yan's side.

She had observed for a while and roughly figured out Jiang Yan's tactics; she was indeed targeting her opponent's weaknesses. What angered Shen Miaoyin was that her senior brother hadn't noticed such an obvious flaw, and even after noticing it, he hadn't countered in time, allowing that good-for-nothing Jiang Yan to exploit the opening!

Jiang Yan's internal strength was inferior to Shen Miaoyin's, and after these few rounds, she gradually became somewhat powerless.

After blocking Shen Miaoyin's sword strike, she took a step back.

Taking advantage of the moment, the person in front of her raised his sword and aimed it straight at her vital point!

Jiang Yan tried to dodge, but her movements were anticipated, and Shen Miaoyin turned her sword and thrust it towards Jiang Yan's left shoulder.

Jiang Yan instinctively raised her sword to block, but was struck hard by Shen Miaoyin's palm!

She felt a sharp pain in her chest, staggered backward, and quickly adjusted her breathing to calm herself.

The few people in the audience with mosaics couldn't help but look nervous. Ling Yue said worriedly, "This Shen Miaoyin has seen through Sister Yan's thoughts. Her swordsmanship changes too quickly. What should we do?"

Feng Qingyu raised an eyebrow slightly: "She's not panicking, so why are you?"

Xiao Bai frowned and said, "Shen Miaoyin's physique is much better than hers, and she is a Golden Core cultivator. Continuing to drag this out will not do Miss Jiang any good. Losing a match is nothing; her safety is the most important thing."

Lin Yun and Shen Yuchen frowned.

Dongfang Chen flicked his dragon tail and stared intently at the figure on the stage. The fact that the Hehuan Sect had managed to keep this competition going for so long was already quite impressive.

On the stage, Shen Miaoyin raised her hand and pinched the tip of her sword, smiling smugly, "Jiang Yanruo, if you admit defeat now, I'll consider showing mercy."

Jiang Yan frowned and remained silent, her mind racing through the moves Shen Miaoyin had just used.

Shen Miaoyin, however, thought she was afraid and continued, "Some time ago, you and I signed a challenge. Today, let's take this opportunity to settle this matter!"

After saying that, Shen Miaoyin used magic to throw the paper in her hand into the air, enlarging the characters.

The date, month, and place of the signature, and the content of the signature, are all clearly stated.

The loser must kneel down and admit defeat, and give away their Daoist partner free of charge?!

After reading it, everyone couldn't help but sigh.

The name 'Jiang Yan of the Hehuan Sect' has resounded throughout the Three Realms since the great war. People may not know who Jiang Yan is, but they certainly know who her Daoist partner is.

Shen Miaoyin's several Daoist partners were all shocked when they saw the last line of the challenge letter, and Yuheng was even more astonished.

After reading this, Jiang Yan suddenly realized that Shen Miaoyin was after her several Daoist partners.

...Those elderly, weak, sick, and disabled people?!

A voice suddenly rang in his mind: "Host, why not take this opportunity to lose once and see if you can sever your relationship with those people!"

Lin Yun grinned angrily after reading the challenge letter: "What kind of trash wants to be my Daoist partner? Do they think I, the dignified successor of Medicine King Valley, am some kind of garbage collector?!"

Shen Yuchen and Dongfang Chen frowned.

Feng Qingyu's brows, which hadn't furrowed all day, couldn't help but furrow slightly now.

This last point is probably exactly what Jiang Yan wanted.

She wouldn't really... go with the flow, would she?

Feng Qingyu called out to the figure in front of her: "Jiang Yan".