Chapter 33: First "I won."
"Ayao, go ahead."
Xu Lian spoke without hesitation. Zhou Su beside her nodded repeatedly. The two of them had always been Zhan Yao's most loyal supporters. They had already made up their minds before entering the secret realm: until the very end, they would definitely ensure that Zhan Yao won the championship.
"Why?" Xiao Yan muttered, "We're all here, why should we give it to her?"
"She's the undisputed number one among us, having never fallen behind in second place in over three years. She's the only disciple in the entire outer sect class who's already reached the foundation-building stage. If you were to come, could you defeat her?"
Zhou Su held his head high and spoke proudly of Zhan Yao's excellence, as if he felt proud of it.
Xu Lian even said bluntly: "If you don't agree, come and fight me first."
Xiao Yan simply felt it was unfair. He was usually slightly inferior to her, and now he had been frightened all the way, and he had been tense and trying hard to fight his way out. By this time, he had little strength left, so how could he compete with her again? He could only shut up.
The others wanted to fight for it, but on the one hand, they felt that they were no match for Zhan Yao. On the other hand, thinking of the olive branches extended by the senior brothers and sisters from various peaks, they felt that there was no need to fight to the death at this time.
"I wonder where the people from Class B are." Qi Man glanced at the island in the middle of the lake, trying to determine whether anyone had been there.
"They probably haven't arrived yet." Xu Lian thought for a moment, then stood up and said, "If they do come, we'll all go together. At worst, we'll just have another match. No matter what, our Class A will definitely be first!"
Transferring the internal competition to competition between classes quickly aroused everyone's fighting spirit. Only Xu Huaiyan looked at Mu Fuyun, seeming to be hesitant to speak.
At this moment, six disciples from Class B also rushed over from a mudflat a hundred feet away.
They had just escaped from a swamp full of giant alligators.
One disciple had sustained a serious injury on half of his arm, which he covered with one hand. Blood was dripping from it, but he simply tied it up with a belt and applied a talisman to stabilize it temporarily.
The remaining five were not much better off. They were all covered in mud and dirt, and looked exhausted.
However, the fighting spirit in their eyes was not wiped out at all. As soon as they saw the people in Class A, they immediately raised their swords and stood firm, making a gesture as if they were ready to fight.
Compared with the Class A disciples who always stood at the front, the Class B disciples were obviously more determined to rush forward.
Several people in Class A also stood up quickly. Even Xiao Yan, who was paralyzed, sat up in shock from his dying illness. He could lose face in front of his own people, but he could not retreat at all when meeting his opponent.
"Ayao, you go first, we'll cover your retreat!"
After Xu Lian finished speaking, she was about to rush in first.
Unexpectedly, before they could make a move, Zhan Yao had already drawn his sword and rushed forward to kill them.
"Whether I'm number one or not, I have to fight for it myself. I don't need your help. It all depends on my own ability!"
As she spoke, she had already reached the small boat on the shore where the leaves were gently swaying.
Two Class B disciples covered in mud rushed out, and the three of them started fighting without saying a word.
Others were not willing to fall behind and joined the duel.
The students in Class A were excellent at swordsmanship, while the students in Class B were determined to fight to the death and refused to admit defeat. For a while, the situation seemed to be at a stalemate.
Only Mu Fuyun did not join their melee.
In the eyes of others, she seemed to have no fighting spirit and no intention of rushing forward, but she knew in her heart that what she needed was not that small boat, but to stabilize the spiritual energy in her body as soon as possible.
Seeing that Zhan Yao had defeated the two nearest Class B disciples with absolute strength, he ran directly to the small surrounding area, jumped on it, and was about to use his spiritual power to push himself towards the island in the middle of the lake.
Mu Fuyun took a deep breath, drew out his sword, endured the emptiness and confusion in his dantian, and struggled to control the last bit of spiritual power in his body, using his palm as a medium to force it into the sword.
"What is Mu Fuyun going to do?"
"Are you going to join the battle too?"
"But it's no use now. Zhan Yao has already boarded the ship."
In the trial field, many people have noticed Mu Fuyun's actions.
Although the elders were self-conscious about their status and did not discuss things as much as the disciples, they were still somewhat curious.
Especially Jiang Hanqiu. As the Fairy Yao Jin, one of the most famous female disciples in the sect, she has always favored female disciples. The Luoxia Peak she presides over is the only place in the inner sect where there are more women than men.
She had already inquired and observed several female disciples who were at the top of the Tianzi class this time. The only one she knew was Mu Fuyun, who had joined the class just before the assessment. Apart from those unpleasant rumors and what she had said to the headmaster, she knew nothing about this child.
At first, she naturally didn't have a good impression of him, but after observing him for a few days, she found that although this disciple's strength was not top-notch and he often showed signs of fatigue, he always made unexpected moves at critical moments, which made people more and more interested.
I wonder what her plans are this time.
However, the child's face is too pale. I don't know if he can hold on.
On the other side, Song Xinghe's index finger was deeply embedded in his clenched hand.
He didn't know what Mu Fuyun was going to do. He only knew that she looked extremely weak and was obviously unable to hold on any longer.
Such a reckless attitude, just for a mere competition!
Only Xie Hanyi, who was far away in Lingshanze and watching the game alone, knew her plan.
He maintained his previous meditative posture, motionless, and seemed to be fine, except that his teeth were clenched slightly and the lines on his cheeks changed slightly.
Ever since he taught her how to wield a sword that day, he had never paid any attention to her situation.
Although I knew that she was extremely intelligent and would definitely learn it in one try, I had no idea how well she had mastered it. Even if she had mastered it well, I had no idea if she could perform well in this exhausted situation.
After all, the lake was not small. Although flying a sword from the shore to the island in the middle of the lake would not consume too much spiritual power, it required her to control her breath very steadily. Since she was so weak, it should be difficult for her to do so.
In the secret realm, the fight gradually stopped. Several disciples noticed that Mu Fuyun suddenly stood up, and they couldn't help but slow down their movements, waiting to see what she was going to do.
Driven by spiritual power, Zhan Yao's boat has moved more than ten feet away from the shore.
Mu Fuyun just looked at her again, then raised the hand holding the sword, but not towards anyone. Instead, he waited for a moment, loosened his five fingers, and slowly let them drop.
The ordinary silver sword just hovered steadily in the air at first. Soon, before everyone could react, Mu Fuyun touched the ground with his toes, jumped lightly, and landed steadily on the sword.
"Is this—a sword?"
Xu Huaiyan saw it clearly and couldn't help asking.
"No way? The sword-controlling technique is learned in the middle stage of foundation building. Even Zhan Yao can't do it. How could she, who is in the late stage of Qi training, possibly—"
Before the others could finish their words, they felt a cool breeze blowing on their faces.
Mu Fuyun rode his sword steadily and smoothly, chasing straight towards Zhan Yao. In a short while, he passed her boat.
The lake was calm and windless, but she parted the sky and raised a gentle breeze.
The boat was swaying in the breeze. Zhan Yao looked up and was stunned for a moment when she saw Mu Fuyu flying by on his sword in the breeze.
Not only her, but also those inside and outside the secret realm, whether participating or spectating, were all shocked.
"When did she learn to wield a sword?"
"Didn't you say he wasn't talented? That was what the Sect Master said himself."
"After more than three months of entering the outer sect, he has already passed both the literary and martial arts examinations. It seems that it is not entirely accidental."
"How could this be..." Song Xinghe's clenched fists loosened and tightened, tightened and loosened again and again, over and over again, unable to control himself.
From the initial certainty that Mu Fuyun was a pretty face with a rotten core, who always came to him and the eldest senior brother for help, to the uncontrollable worry that she would make a fool of herself in front of the entire sect, and now to being shocked by the sword-wielding skills that she had learned at some point, he no longer knew what kind of mood he was in.
If the rapid advancement in the first two times could be explained by her four years of practice, then her current sword-controlling skills made no sense at all.
Song Xinghe tried his best to control his emotions, fearing that others would see his excessive concern, but when he turned around and found that even the master's expression was a little subtle, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Qi Yuanbai's gaze fell on the stone tablet and he stared at it motionlessly. Although he did not show any emotion, people around him could more or less see that he was certainly not happy at the moment.
Jiang Hanqiu had always been bold and used to doing things his own way. He laughed and said, "It seems we underestimated these kids. If we had known that some of this year's disciples had even learned to fly a sword, we wouldn't have made the final level so easy."
At first glance, what she said seemed like just an ordinary joke, but if you think about it carefully, you can understand that she was implicitly criticizing the Sect Leader for publicly concluding that Mu Fuyun was not a good enough candidate for cultivating immortality and that it was not worth wasting effort on him. Now, he was publicly slapping him in the face.
In the picture on the stone tablet, Mu Fuyun's face became paler and paler. He was standing on the sword motionless, but somehow, he looked weaker and weaker. Fortunately, the sword under his feet was still steady.
Perhaps because it had really reached its limit, as it was about to reach the edge of the island in the middle of the lake, the sword, which had been steady all along, suddenly shook up and down.
She lost her balance and nearly fell off her sword into the lake.
"ah!"
"careful!"
There was a sudden cry of surprise on the trial stage.
At this time, no one cared about what impression they had of Mu Fuyun before, and they just subconsciously started to worry about her.
Zhan Yao's boat was also closely following behind, only two or three feet away from her. With her speed, she could catch up in just two or three breaths.
At the critical moment, Mu Fuyun did not try to stabilize the flying sword, but simply used the force of the fall to fly directly to the island in the middle of the lake.
The ground was covered with gravel and gravel of all sizes. Because of this pounce, many of them were embedded in her palms. Her Taoist robe, which was already messy from running just now, was now cut into several pieces.
But she had no time to stop, and no time to look back at Zhan Yao who had already reached the shore. She stood up, picked up the sword and ran forward. No matter how pale her cheeks were, she did not dare to relax for a moment.
The Hengyu sword of Lingshan Taoist Master was standing upright on the reef in front.
Zhan Yao, who was in the Foundation Establishment Stage, was still full of energy and soon caught up. The original distance of two or three meters had been shortened to less than half a meter.
Mu Fuyun felt a tightness in his chest, a buzzing in his ears, and dizziness. He could see nothing except the sword, and could hear no sound except the wind in his ears.
"I want to be first, and I must be first."
This is what she said to the senior in white.
Instinctively, she rushed forward again regardless of the consequences.
Even though most of the bystanders had experienced various fights and seen too many scenes of people covered in blood and wounds, many of them couldn't help but cover their faces and quietly look away.
But Mu Fuyun didn't dare to close his eyes at all.
There was a rugged reef in front of her, and she rushed towards it without caring about her life. Her already injured body was hit by many more wounds, and her Taoist robe was stained with blood, but she still stretched out her hands.
While holding the scabbard of the Hengyu Sword, she groaned and rolled down from the reef, leaving a mess of blood on the sand.
The moment she lay down, she spit out blood, raised the Hengyu Sword in her hand tremblingly, and looked at the vast sky with a determined and happy look.
"I won."
The image on the stone tablet was frozen at this moment, and the trial field was completely silent.
In the distant Lingshanze, Xie Hanyi twitched the corner of his mouth and said softly:
"congratulations."
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