Xu Yiming believed that Yin Tiantian's victory was only a matter of time. Although her opponent Pan Qing was not weak, she was still a little inferior to Yin Tiantian.
Seeing this, Zhou Jian and the others from the Heavenly Sword Sect exchanged smiles; they were one step closer to their goal.
Tang Yao was in a good mood after seeing that he had won another match besides Xiao Fan, and he couldn't help but have high hopes for Xiao Shitou, who also came from the Heavenly Sword Sect.
The twenty Golden Core cultivators must wait until one round is completed before the next round can begin.
Xiao Fan and Yin Tiantian were quick; they huddled together and waited quietly.
Yin Tiantian resumed her usual cheerful demeanor, "Xiao Fan, not bad, you're so much faster than me."
Xiao Fan smiled innocently, his domineering demeanor from when he drew his sword gone. "Sister Yin is also very powerful. I saw it just now."
Yin Tiantian smiled smugly, "Of course, I am destined to become the Emperor's woman."
Time passed slowly, and fewer and fewer battles took place on the field, until finally only Little Stone's group remained.
Nature naturally drew everyone's attention.
Xiao Shitou's opponent was Lin Hesong from the Gun Ying Sect. The two were relatively evenly matched compared to the other groups.
Little Stone has a relatively peaceful personality, and after obtaining that precious sword, the swordsmanship he practiced also reflects this, remaining relatively amiable unless absolutely necessary.
Lin Hesong's style is similar to Xiao Shitou's; his stick fighting is very powerful, but he prefers a fair and square fighting style.
So he and Xiao Shitou got along relatively well, unlike the other groups where it was fierce and they had to fight to the death as soon as they met.
All the people present watched quietly as Xiao Shitou and Lin Hesong exchanged blows, one with a sword and the other with a staff, each move a back-and-forth exchange.
The moves are very powerful for those in the Golden Core stage, but they lack excitement, which is obviously quite boring for everyone.
"What are these two doing? So many people are waiting. This is supposed to be a competition, not a chance to build friendships."
"That's right, which sect are they from?"
"Those wielding sticks are from the Stick Shadow Sect; that's their fighting style, which leans towards direct confrontation."
"I don't know about the one with the sword. Aren't sword cultivators supposed to be fearless and defiant? Why is this kid acting so strangely?"
Deng Tianning and Zhou Jian shook their heads secretly; they knew Guo Yunkai's personality well.
He cultivates, but he doesn't have a competitive mentality. He won't fight unless it's necessary.
Xu Yiming was getting impatient watching this scene. He wanted to get things done quickly, but the two of them were just wasting time. He suggested to Tang Yao:
"Tang Yao, if they can't decide a winner within half a quarter of an hour, then it'll be a draw, how about that?"
Tang Yao had no objection and nodded. Then, as if remembering something, he said to Xu Yiming with great interest:
"Hey, let me tell you something. That kid with the sword is also from the Heavenly Sword Sect. Interesting, isn't it?"
Xu Yiming's eyes held an undisguised surprise.
"What? It's the Heavenly Sword Sect again? So, out of the ten people representing your Qingyun Sect, three of them are from this Heavenly Sword Sect? How interesting."
But this person doesn't seem special at all; he's just average, only at the late Golden Core stage. Why did you choose him?
Tang Yao chuckled, "You'll see when you keep watching."
Xu Yiming snorted coldly, "You just know how to keep people in suspense. What's so great about a Golden Core cultivator?"
Tang Yao smiled but did not respond. Little Stone had left a deep impression on him as well. Although Little Stone seemed harmless now, the energy he unleashed at crucial moments startled him.
Seeing that Tang Yao remained silent, Xu Yiming shouted loudly to Xiao Shitou and Lin Hesong:
"If neither of you wins within fifteen minutes, then your match will be considered a draw, or you can stop now and consider it a draw."
Zhou Jian and Yu Jing were getting anxious; they were hoping that Xiao Shitou would win the whole game and secure a larger share.
Yin Tiantian looked at the little stone and sighed:
“Xiao Fan, you know, this junior brother is completely different from him. Junior brother is so shrewd and clever, while Xiao Shitou is too honest and easily taken advantage of.”
Xiao Fan disagreed with her statement, saying, "Sister Yin, don't jump to conclusions too quickly. Brother Yun Kai hasn't even started yet."
On the battlefield, both Xiao Shitou and Lin Hesong straightened up when they heard Xu Yiming's words. They were both fighting on behalf of their own forces, and victory or defeat was very important.
They were both very confident in themselves and clearly unwilling to accept a draw.
Who says honest people are easy to bully? Who says honest people lack a competitive spirit? That's impossible.
Both Xiao Shitou and Lin Hesong's auras surged, indicating they were about to get serious.
Lin Hesong shouted, "Staff Dance to the Nine Heavens!"
The countless shadows of sticks flew towards the small stone like pillars of heaven.
Upon seeing this, Xu Yiming commented:
"Now that's more interesting. That was just like kids fighting. But Tang Yao, do you think your people can handle it?"
This is the killer move of the Staff Shadow Sect. The staff dances through the nine heavens, seemingly an illusion, yet each strike has considerable destructive power.
Any one of those blows hitting him would, even with his late-stage Golden Core form, severely injure him if not kill him.
Tang Yao remained calm, confident in Xiao Shitou, and said indifferently:
"Whether you can catch it or not, just keep watching and you'll find out. Maybe it'll surprise you."
Xu Yiming was quite surprised.
"Oh, it seems you have a lot of confidence in him. Then I'll take a closer look to see what makes him so special that you praise him so highly."
If that's the case, I'm actually more interested in the Heavenly Sword Sect.
On the battlefield.
Faced with the countless, almost tangible, shadowy sticks raining down on Little Stone, he felt their immense power and destructive force.
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