"Fool, you dare to call me Yun'er."
He clapped his hands casually, burned off the remaining stains, and pulled Xiyun off the field.
The crowd in the stands was momentarily stunned, then erupted in cheers.
Some people had long disliked the actions of the hunchbacked man and his group, but lacked the power to speak up. Today, they were able to vent their anger on their behalf.
Another group was amazed by Sui Xin's extraordinary strength; it was hard to imagine that a fifth-tier cultivator could defeat a ninth-tier cultivator as easily as slaughtering a dog.
"Wow, he's kind of handsome," Xi Yun teased, secretly pleased with herself.
"They brought it on themselves. Who told them to talk about you?"
Sui Xin gets angry just thinking about what they said, and feels like punching them a few more times.
"The final will begin in half an hour," the elder's voice came from the middle.
Back to the spectator stands.
"Winning or losing is secondary; the most important thing is to improve your combat experience in battle," Lu Cheng said.
Compared to Sui Xin Xi Yun, he and Qian Yu were clearly much more experienced, both in terms of their control over details and their familiarity with the techniques.
"Yes, that's one of the reasons we participated in the competition."
Nod casually. Skills and experience can only be greatly improved through constant practice and combat.
It was midday, the sun was shining brightly, and the disciples on the stands seemed a little bored, whispering among themselves.
"Sister Fei Rong, who do you think will win?" a voice rang in Fei Rong's ear.
Because of her exceptional strength and beauty, Fei Rong has many admirers within the sect.
"Ugh, how annoying! I've never fought with them, how would I know?" Fei Rong replied impatiently, her eyes never leaving Sui Xin.
Luckily, she and Xiyun were relatively far apart, otherwise she would have been glared at back at least once.
"Uh," the female disciple next to her was speechless.
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