Chapter 102: In the second round, he actually wanted to give Mu Fuyun a break. ...
On the stage below, Mu Fuyun coughed twice, and took advantage of the gap to quickly regulate his breathing and luck, trying to make his half-empty qi sea seem less empty.
On the other side, Song Xinghe put one hand on the sword at his waist and walked onto the stage with a serious face.
Many Tianyan disciples gathered nearby, and a few of them couldn't help but shout "Senior Brother Song" twice to express their support.
Even Instructor Shen had been keeping his eyes on him since he came up, not urging him. He just waited for him to indicate that everything was ready before he dared to raise the drumstick to announce the start of the competition.
Song Xinghe was not in a hurry either. Perhaps he intended to give Mu Fuyun a chance to catch his breath. After he went on stage, he first slowly checked his sword, looking it up and down, twice, and then took out a silk handkerchief to wipe it carefully.
"As expected of a senior from Fu Ri Peak, you've always been at the top of the leaderboard. Now that you're facing off against a fellow junior, you seem to be showing some grace."
"Yes, a few years ago, Senior Brother Song was quite youthful and impetuous. Now, as he's getting older, I wonder if it's due to the influence of Senior Brother, but he seems to have become more calm and composed."
Song Xinghe was unaware of their discussion, and had no time to care about it. He just took advantage of the moment before the competition began to quietly send a message to Mu Fuyun.
"How are you?"
Mu Fuyun was not busy regulating his breathing and ignored him. He did not feel unhappy, but seemed a little hesitant. After a pause, he sent another message.
"You want to win? I can—"
Before he could finish his words, Mu Fuyun suddenly opened his eyes and stared at him coldly from across half the trial platform.
"Shut up."
She only said these two words, short, powerful, and clear, interrupting his next words.
Song Xinghe's expression froze, a wave of shame passed through his heart, and he quickly looked away.
Soon, Mu Fuyun adjusted his internal breath, took a deep breath, and stood next to the red line with his sword in hand.
Song Xinghe turned around and signaled to Instructor Chen. Soon, the drumstick fell, and the third Nascent Soul stage competition began.
Maybe it was the word "shut up" that stimulated Song Xinghe. He couldn't accept that he would cheat and give in in such a competition. From the very beginning, he used most of his strength and each move was fierce and aggressive, trying to seize the initiative.
This pleased Mu Fuyun.
Her Qi Sea was half empty, and even if she could still use a big move, it wouldn't be able to withstand the consumption she had just faced against Xu Qinyi. In comparison, she was more familiar with passive counterattacks, like dealing with Xie Hanyi's ice sword.
She had almost developed an instinctive reaction that did not require any thinking at all. Whenever an attack came, her body would defend itself without thinking.
No matter how powerful Song Xinghe is, he is just a senior brother of the same generation and cannot be compared with Xie Hanyi at all. Even if the ice sword only has a trace of Xie Hanyi's spiritual consciousness, it is still slightly better than Song Xinghe's swordsmanship.
Therefore, the two exchanged more than ten moves, and Mu Fuyun managed to block them all.
At first, no one noticed anything wrong. They just thought that she was just doing it perfunctorily. She must have been exhausted and could only be led by Song Xinghe.
But every time when everyone thought that she would not be able to handle the next move, she would use an ordinary move to fill the gap in front of her and prevent Song Xinghe from taking advantage of it.
She used those few sword techniques that everyone in Tianyan knew, and wove them into an invisible net like a web, blocking all of Song Xinghe's attacks.
It's ordinary, but flawless.
"Wind Companion Flowing Cloud Sword, Mingquan Sword, Fiery Sun-Burning Sword... How many times did she practice to reach this level?"
"This isn't just memorizing it, right? It's like these sword techniques are etched into my bones..."
Most of the disciples were diligent and hardworking. They never slacked off every day, whether they were attending classes or practicing on their own. However, there were almost no ones who could achieve the state of unity like Mu Fuyun.
"This is what a disciple of Tianyan should be like." Jiang Hanqiu couldn't help but smile and praised.
She is usually close to her disciples and is especially sincere to the disciples of Luoxia Peak, but she is also very strict with her disciples in her heart. The fact that she can praise them so much shows that she truly recognizes their strength.
Master Hongmeng of the Taixu Sect also stroked his beard and nodded, "He is indeed a rare talent. No wonder Taoist Lingshan is willing to accept him as his disciple."
Even Liang Daoheng, who has always been protective of his own disciples, thought that his beloved Huai Lian was the best in the world no matter how many beloved disciples he had. But at this moment, he couldn't help but give Mu Fuyun a thumbs up in his heart.
While secretly admiring her, he felt a little guilty as he looked at Liang Huailian, who had just taken two Guyuan Pills and was concentrating on regulating her breathing to recover. Seeing that she was still focused, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
Cang Yan took in all the reactions of these people and raised his eyebrows. It was rare that he didn't disagree from the bottom of his heart.
Just like the last time he saw Jiang Hanqiu's swordsmanship and fighting spirit, he had to admit that Mu Fuyun was indeed a rare talent.
He glanced sideways at Qi Yuanbai, whose face was pale and seemed to be suffering from internal injuries and was in great discomfort. He wondered in his heart why the old man had missed out on such a promising idea back then - no, why did he directly deny it?
However, this was just a fleeting thought.
He didn't come this time to defend Mu Fuyun. In his eyes, nothing else mattered except Mu Fuyue.
In his view, such an event was nothing more than a bunch of immature "righteous" monks timidly competing in a few battles, which was nothing to watch. In the past, he would never waste his time and personally attend.
But not long ago, he received words from Mu Fuyue.
She said that since her death, the relationship between Tianyan and the Demon Realm seemed to have become much weaker than before. As a disciple of Tianyan, she always had her heart in the sect. In the past two years, she could not do anything. After much thought, she could only ask him to show up at the Dharma Assembly to calm the outside world's speculation on Tianyan's behalf.
No matter how reluctant he was, he could not refuse her request, so he put aside his usual arrogance and took the initiative to write a letter to Qi Yuanbai, which led to what happened today.
Now, the purpose of this trip has been achieved. I believe that after this show is over, he will find it boring to watch another one. At that time, he will just look at the moon.
Thinking of this, he withdrew his gaze and fell back on the trial platform below.
More than ten moves passed, and Mu Fuyun still resisted without any leakage.
Song Xinghe was secretly surprised. Knowing that she had made rapid progress and personally experiencing her astonishing strength were two completely different things.
An indescribable sense of urgency and shame surged into his heart, making it difficult for him to breathe.
Fortunately, he could feel that Mu Fuyun's Qi Sea was about to run out, and it was time to use his killer move to end this tug-of-war.
If he could go back to two years ago, he probably would not be able to believe that one day he would have to rely on the more abundant spiritual power brought by his advantage in realm to defeat Mu Fuyun.
“It’s time to end it!”
Unconsciously, he developed some resentment towards himself. He couldn't help but shout and exerted force suddenly. With the help of his Baihong Sword, which was as powerful as the Hengyu Sword, he arbitrarily forced in spiritual power to split the defense network woven by Mu Fuyun.
Mu Fuyun had anticipated that he would change the rhythm of the attack, and reacted quickly, changing his moves. He supported himself with one foot, bent backward, and let the sword energy brush against his upper body from above. At the same time, he twisted his body and attacked Song Xinghe's waist along his right hand holding the sword, trying to force him to restrain his offensive and switch to defense.
But at this time, Song Xinghe's awkwardness was also aroused. He didn't care whether he would be injured or not, and even didn't care about the moves. He just chopped down the sword from above.
With a "clang" sound and a flash of silver light, Mu Fuyun's sword was deflected and a five or six inch long cut was made on the outside of his left leg, from which blood immediately oozed out.
If Mu Fuyun's Qi Sea had not been exhausted and he was not completely exhausted, this sword would have injured him and slowed down his movements.
Song Xinghe gritted his teeth, and when she was about to jump up with one hand on the ground, he pressed his sword forward and blocked it half an inch in front of her throat.
"I lost."
Mu Fuyun spoke very calmly, wiped the sweat mixed with blood on the side of his neck with an expressionless face, and simply pinched his sword with two fingers and moved it away.
"In this match, Tianyan Sect, Song Xinghe, wins."
"In the next match, Song Xinghe of Tianyan Sect will feel pity for Liang of Taixu Sect."
When Instructor Shen's voice came, Song Xinghe stood aside, his lips moving slightly, and a bitter shame came to his heart.
He won, but he wasn't happy at all.
Just now, he actually wanted to give Mu Fuyun some slack. With her strength, it was not necessary at all.
"I'm sorry." He stood stiffly, clasped his fists towards her, and didn't use the "thank you" that most people would use.
Mu Fuyun cast a cleansing spell on himself, and didn't want to give him a tired look. He just said lightly, "Senior brother, be modest," and walked off the stage.
Below the stage, Xu Huaiyan, Hongying and others had already prepared meditation couches, high-level Guyuan pills to replenish spiritual power and other supplies, and were eagerly waiting for her.
Mu Fuyun couldn't even say thank you, and could only signal them with his eyes.
There was plenty of spiritual energy around her. She tried to tell whether it was thicker than before, but because of exhaustion, she quickly gave in to the spiritual energy.
At the moment before closing her eyes to regulate her breathing, she caught a glimpse of a familiar figure passing by a sparsely populated bamboo forest path in the distance.
It was Chen Tian, who was said to have just ended his punishment retreat today. With just a glance, she could sense the resentment and coldness in his expression.
Thinking of Xu Lian’s previous words, Mu Fuyun couldn’t help but cheer himself up.
At today's occasion, except Tian Yan, people from all major sects were present.
Is Mu Fuyue going to take action?
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