At this moment, everyone in Shenghan focused their attention on the two figures. Su Yin slowly moved towards the man, walking slowly and firmly, facing the high-spirited young man opposite her step by step.
"Rong Jing."
"Su Yin."
The two people were quite familiar with each other, so there was no excessive politeness, they just simply introduced their names.
Rong Jing looked at the girl before him. Though her eyes still held a hint of timidity, they also revealed a hint of determination. Su Yin had actually felt a little apprehensive before stepping onto the stage. After all, she was facing Rong Jing, the strongest disciple of Shenghan Mountain, and she knew her own strength all too well. But after actually facing him, she suddenly felt no fear. Instead, she felt a calm, a tranquility without a ripple.
"Is your injury healed?" After thinking for a long time, Su Yin decided to ask this question. Her voice was very soft, but only the two of them could hear it.
Rong Jing was also stunned. He obviously didn't expect Su Yin to suddenly ask him this question. He heard it clearly but didn't answer. After a while, he suddenly said, "I won't show mercy."
"I know." Su Yin gave him a faint smile, and then gathered the spiritual power from all the meridians in his body to prepare for the competition.
Seeing Su Yin's decisiveness, Rong Jing didn't waste any more time, silently reciting the sword formula. His sword flew out, hovering in the air, rising and falling, as if he too was excited for the upcoming match. "The final battle," he thought, and he couldn't help but glance at the girl across from him again. Her eyes shone with determination, as if she were also preparing for the upcoming battle. For some reason, he suddenly remembered that day under the tree, when she seemed to be looking at him in the same way, with a gaze as clear as water.
She watched Rong Jing's sword soar into the air, its chilly edge charging towards her. Her face remained expressionless, but she was startled. She had no weapons, only her own martial arts skills. She had just arrived at Shenghan and had never encountered these techniques before, so she wasn't very familiar with their use. She feared she might end up hurting herself by using them, so she didn't use them. However, in the actual battle, this turned into a significant disadvantage.
The situation was extremely serious, a battle imminent. Su Yin's hands transformed into orchids, gathering a faint spiritual energy to protect his body. Suddenly, a transparent halo of light appeared in front of him. Seeing this, Rong Jing sneered. "Retreat to advance? Did you predict that I would strike first? Fine, then I want to see how much you weigh."
As Rong Jing thought about this, he was muttering something. The long sword instantly split into three pieces, and the tips of the swords shone coldly, pointing directly at Su Yin.
"Go." Rong Jing shouted, and the long sword in front of him seemed to have eyes and flew towards Su Yin in an instant.
The cold light came directly at her, and she saw it clearly. She thought to herself, "Oh no!" but she dodged the two flying swords in a flash, avoiding them. They flew past her and slammed into Su Yin's back with a loud thud. A large crater formed immediately, and the dust flew up, revealing the power hidden within. Su Yin was left with no choice but to cross her hands in front of her, creating a faint wall of light to block the remaining flying sword with the strongest spiritual power.
The scene became solemn. The disciples below were also frightened and dared not make a sound. They all stared at the game in front of them quietly. Although Su Yin dodged two remaining swords, he was not feeling well now. Feeling the pressure from the sword, Su Yin resisted desperately, while Rong Jing continued to exert pressure. Su Yin had no choice but to strengthen his spiritual power again and again to resist this decisive sword.
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