In terms of swordsmanship, ten Ip Man Immortals couldn't match one Jiang Wuyuan.
However, in terms of vital energy and blood, Jiang Wuyuan was still inferior.
Qin Chang'an stood below the stage, his eyes half filled with brilliant golden light and half with vibrant crimson.
This junior is... so strong!
The stalemate was quickly resolved.
Supported by the powerful blood and qi of the Martial Emperor, the blooming lotus flower pressed down on the divine phantom, causing cracks to gradually appear.
Jiang Wuyuan narrowed his eyes slightly, and a smile suddenly appeared on his lips.
Under Ip Man-sin's somewhat smug gaze, the divine phantom shattered with a deafening roar.
She stepped forward with her sword and quickly pressed it against Jiang Wuyuan's neck.
"You flatter me."
However, Jiang Wuyuan in front of her just looked at her with a calm expression.
A bad feeling quickly welled up in her heart.
Ye Wenxian almost hurriedly tried to back away, but Jiang Wuyuan in front of her vanished instantly, and then a dark blue longsword blocked her way.
The tip of the Star-Swallowing Sword was aimed directly at Ip Man-sin's back.
"How did you do that?" Ye Wenxian asked, feeling both frustrated and curious.
The moment the illusory image of Feng Hua shattered, Jiang Wuyuan used two skills simultaneously.
The ability to create clones and gaps.
The one Ip Manxian just had a sword pressed against his neck was his clone.
He himself slipped into the gap and quietly arrived behind Ip Man-sin.
However, Jiang Wuyuan did not respond.
His skills were his private matter, and he wasn't that close to this woman yet.
"You flatter me." Jiang Wuyuan withdrew the Devouring Star sword and skillfully twirled it with his right hand.
He knew he probably couldn't win in a battle of vital energy.
Since that's the case, why not try a different approach?
Taking advantage of Ye Wenxian's momentary lapse in concentration when he thought he was about to win by shattering the illusion, Jiang Wuyuan immediately made his move.
Fortunately, he succeeded.
Ip Man-sin didn't care that Jiang Wu-yuan hadn't answered her question.
She turned around and took a serious look at the swordsman who had caused her first defeat.
"Your sword is very strong."
This is the highest level of praise for a swordsman.
Jiang Wuyuan nodded slightly.
In response to the boy's indifferent reply, Ye Wenxian said nothing more and walked straight off the stage.
The students watching from below the stage were already excited by Jiang Wuyuan's "Shadow Shift" trick and cheered continuously.
"Holy crap, this Grand Martial Master is this strong?!"
"You look unfamiliar. Are you a freshman?"
"Can a freshman get into the top 500 of the rankings?"
"That's outrageous."
"Look! The leaderboard has been updated!"
Jiang Wuyuan followed the gaze of the crowd.
No. 273——Jiang Wuyuan.
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