“Attribute suppression has no effect whatsoever… What am I? A joke? Ha…” Ao Tian’s eyes were red, and anyone who didn’t know better would think he was about to suddenly go crazy, which made people uneasy.
At this moment, the group seemed to sense an unfriendly atmosphere in the air of the carefree pavilion, which was filled with ethereal beauty.
On the martial arts field, Ao Tian was defeated. He lay on the ground doubting himself and muttering that it was impossible. Unsurprisingly, the Pavilion Master of Wuyou Pavilion made a sarcastic remark.
The five-person team below the stage, listening to Bai Wuyou's sarcastic remarks, were losing face. They either glared at Bai Wuyou indignantly, their eyes filled with venomous red.
Some of them stared directly at Ao Tian, seemingly signaling him to hurry up and step down, lest he become a laughingstock for the Sword Sect.
But Ao Tian remained unmoved. He turned over unwillingly and lay sprawled on the ground, revealing that he was still immersed in the pain and humiliation of being defeated.
Bai Wuyou understood and felt like savoring the fragrant tea again. He picked up a jade-colored teacup from the table, put it to his lips, and took a small sip.
Some words may sound nice, but Bai Wuyou, mindful of his position as the Pavilion Master, didn't dare to say all the unpleasant things openly. He sneered: "Ha! This brat got away with it in the first few rounds. Finally, we've properly suppressed his arrogance. It's truly gratifying!"
After a long while, the defeated Ao Tian finally came to his senses and slowly walked down from the stage as if he had lost his soul. After returning to his team, a heavy sense of dejection enveloped his entire body like a black fog.
Seeing Ao Tian's dejected appearance, some members of the Sword Sect's five-person team began to berate him for not stepping down earlier after his defeat, so that they wouldn't lose face along with him; others comforted him, saying that cultivation was a minor matter, as long as he practiced diligently...
Ao Tian's defeat was indeed a huge blow to the Sword Sect members. After all, he was one of the strongest in the team. With their captain defeated, the team members naturally began to back down, since few could match Ao Tian's formidable strength.
Then one or two of them, driven by passion, stepped onto the stage to challenge the person who had defeated Ao Tian, but the real embarrassment was just beginning.
Every Sword Sect team that went up to challenge the disciples of Wuyou Pavilion was defeated by this person. When the fourth person was also knocked away and fell to the ground, the dust and sand he stirred up not only blinded the Sword Sect disciples, but also clouded their confidence.
The five members of the Sword Sect all looked extremely grim, each thinking: There's only one spot left... What should we do? Are we just going to have to admit defeat like this?
Immediately, the student from the Worry-Free Pavilion on the training ground began to mock, "What? There's only one spot left, are you Sword Sect people scared? Why don't you just admit defeat already, it'll all be the same?"
"What does attribute advantage matter? You're still just trash I can crush under my feet, aren't you?"
Seeing that the Sword Sect was about to lose the competition with only one spot left, the disciples of the Worry-Free Pavilion became increasingly aggressive. They repeatedly used insults in an attempt to provoke the Sword Sect members into surrendering without a fight.
"Hurry up and go up! Don't make a fool of yourself!" The other members of the Sword Sect's five-person team also began urging the last member to go up on stage for the competition.
The disciple lowered his head, so those around him couldn't see his cheeks, which were slightly flushed with embarrassment, nor could they see that he was biting his lower lip and trembling from time to time.
How embarrassing! He thought to himself, his mind in turmoil as he paced toward the stage, when a hand suddenly grabbed him.
It is Xie Zhou.
Luo Fantian watched as Xie Zhou finished her snacks, stood up, clapped her hands, and smiled faintly. Then he saw her confidently walk towards the disciple who had been keeping his head down and finally hesitantly stepped onto the competition stage.
Xie Zhou looked relaxed and showed no fear as she said, "Senior brother, let me go. I can defeat this person. I have a good chance of winning this round."
The Sword Sect disciple, whom Xie Zhou addressed as Senior Brother, looked grim. He glanced at Xie Zhou with a suspicious look, as if to say, "Save you?" However, in his extreme tension and astonishment, he blurted out the words directly.
System: "...Look how scared this child is."
Xie Zhou didn't say anything else, but he unusually softened his tone and said, "Yes, me."
"Senior brother, you're not confident you can defeat this person, are you? Why don't I go instead? If I lose, you won't lose face, and if I win, everyone will be happy. What do you say?"
Faced with Xie Zhou's probing questions, the disciple was speechless for a moment. He hesitated and said, "This..."
"Oh, senior brother, if I lose, it won't damage your reputation. If I win, I can even restore the Sword Sect's reputation, right?"
Seeing his worried expression, Xie Zhou had no doubts. "Alright, alright, I see that Senior Brother doesn't look too good either. Go and rest!" She pushed the disciple back to the team.
"Can everyone trust me this once? The outcome is already decided, so why don't I give it my all in this last round? Since Wuyou Pavilion is targeting me so much, if I lose, I'll be the only one getting yelled at, and it won't have much of an impact on you all. Does anyone have any objections?"
"Although you... sigh, never mind, go ahead."
Seeing that everyone had been persuaded, Xie Zhou turned around and confidently walked towards the stage.
"Take it easy, Xie Zhou." Luo Fantian called out to Xie Zhou, looking at her intently. "Don't make me worry too much. If you can't beat them, just admit defeat, understand?"
"I understand, senior brother." Xie Zhou mumbled to Luo Fantian with puffed-out cheeks, sounding a bit nagging, but her eyes couldn't hide her joy. She took the opportunity to pull Luo Fantian's arm down and hug him.
Luo Fantian was taken aback for a moment, then laughed and gently patted her back as if to comfort her.
Xie Zhou was very happy. After the hug ended, he turned around and accepted the challenge with high spirits.
System: "You're too cunning. You stole someone's skill while you were hugging them. Tsk tsk, I admire you."
"This is called tactics. If you don't understand, shut up." At this moment, Xie Zhou's spiritual power was exceptionally abundant, and coupled with her agile speed, she stretched out her finger and beckoned, saying, "Attack together."
This action quickly angered the disciples of Wuyou Pavilion. Several of them attacked Xie Zhou at the same time, but she did not make a move. Just when everyone thought she was defeated, Xie Zhou miraculously turned the tide.
She dodged several people's weapons, struck them from the side and behind, and then arrogantly kicked some of the exhausted people off the stage. This scene infuriated the disciples of Wuyou Pavilion.
What was even more surprising was that Xie Zhou immobilized the three people in succession with his mental power. The people below the stage were suddenly shocked. After that, Xie Zhou stopped using his mental power and directly knocked the three people to the ground with his bare hands.
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