The disciple in charge of the Wuyou Pavilion planted a spirit sword in the ground and said, "This time, we'll test our martial prowess in three hours. The venue will be the martial arts arena. We'll settle this then!"
Xie Zhou readily agreed, "Alright! We'll be waiting for you promptly in three hours!"
After they finished speaking, both the Sword Sect and the Worry-Free Pavilion left to go back and prepare.
The news of the Sword Sect and the Worry-Free Pavilion's upcoming competition quickly spread like wildfire, with people everywhere discussing who would emerge victorious in this tournament.
I think the Sword Sect will win by a margin of 70-80%!
"How can you be so biased, diminishing your own prestige while boosting the enemy's morale!"
Upon hearing his companion's words, an outer disciple became so angry that he pointed directly at his nose and said...
"How am I diminishing my own prestige? The facts are there. Didn't many people from our Sword Sect lose to that girl named Xie Zhou again?"
"I think you're completely wrong, brother. There are heroines out there. Senior Sister Xie is incredibly capable, no doubt about it. You're wrong not only about the Qingyan Wuyou Pavilion, but also about the difference between men and women!"
"Tch! I only said one thing. Alright, I know our Worry-Free Pavilion is also very powerful. It's about time, let's go check on the competition."
The man was also feeling incredibly aggrieved. How could he have made him so angry, almost causing them to break up?
"Alright, alright, don't hold it against me!"
"Let's go, let's go..."
With half a quarter of an hour left before the match, the people from Wuyou Pavilion nervously reached for the swords at their waists, while the senior brother in the lead held a sword, his brows slightly furrowed as he looked at it.
"Whose sword is the best?"
No one responded. Their swords were all uniformly distributed by the Worry-Free Pavilion, and only those with high ranks could obtain their own spirit swords, so the strength of their swords was roughly the same.
Meanwhile, some people were diligently practicing their swordsmanship and magic in the backyard.
"Start...turn...out!"
Even the usually arrogant disciples were practicing diligently, but the senior brother knew, of course, that the participants in this martial arts competition had to be chosen correctly.
"Senior brother, do you think we have a chance of winning?"
A junior disciple asked cautiously.
The man immediately raised his sword high, and his powerful voice rang out, "We are all fellow disciples. A match awaits us. Sword Sect is but a small sect. We must not lose our confidence. Anyone who disrupts morale or wavers will be withdrawn from this match!"
"yes!……"
The disciples below also raised their swords and shouted, "Worry-Free Pavilion! Worry-Free Pavilion!"
This morale-boosting speech caused the disciples to raise an imposing and intimidating aura on their faces, as if they were going to war. Indeed, this martial arts competition was not only to showcase the true strength of their Worry-Free Pavilion, but also to regain the face they had lost from the Sword Sect.
Most of them were young men full of vigor, so they led their disciples toward the martial arts arena, and the timing was just right.
On the Sword Sect's side, Xie Zhou, Luo Fantian, and Ao Tian also did not underestimate their opponents. They devised a meticulous plan and arranged in advance the candidates to compete against the Wuyou Pavilion disciples. However, in the end, they still had to adapt to the changing circumstances.
"When soldiers come, we'll block them; when water comes, we'll dam it. I believe you have enough courage and strength to deal with them. However, you must not let your previous biases cause you to lower your heads and raise your confident edge. You must wield this sword well!"
"yes!"
However, after finishing the plan, Xie Zhou couldn't find his senior brother. He wondered why Luo Fentian had suddenly disappeared. Did he have other plans?
Just then, Luo Fantian burst through the door, looking disheveled.
Holding something in her hand, she ran up to Xie Zhou.
"Junior sister, look what good stuff I found for you!"
He presented the spirit sword to Xie Zhou as if it were a treasure. Looking at the sword in front of him, which shimmered with a glassy light, had a sharp and smooth blade, and had unique runes on the hilt, he knew it was a rare and precious spirit sword.
Xie Zhou's eyes lit up, and he reached out to take the sword, examining it carefully. The others naturally looked on with envy, for the sword was clearly no ordinary item!
At that moment, the system beeped.
"Xie Zhou, this sword is quite good. You've struck gold! Feel free to show off your skills!"
She was very happy, and her face showed great satisfaction.
"Senior brother, when did you find this sword? And what about this thing on your person...?"
She only noticed after turning around that Luo Fantian was covered in dust from his journey, while Luo Fantian just smiled and patted the dust off himself.
"I went through a lot of trouble to get this, so you can use it properly!"
"certainly!"
"Walk……"
Both sides arrived at the dueling arena almost within the allotted time.
"Boom boom boom!" The war drums sounded, and the martial arts competition officially began.
"ah!……"
The disciples of Wuyou Pavilion were the first to step forward, wanting to win the prize of the central pillar of the arena. The people of the Sword Sect would not be easily provoked either, and Xie Zhou sent out a disciple of medium strength to step forward first.
The man drew his sword with effortless agility, his feet barely touching the water as he arrived beside his opponent.
The two raised their hands to throw punches at each other, but each punch was deflected. Finally, they pushed each other down with a single blow, leaving each other only inches apart!
"Senior brother got the prize!"
"quick!"
The competition was a best-of-three contest, and almost an incense stick had burned out. They had been circling around for a long time, but neither of them had gotten any closer to the prize.
After a long stalemate, the disciple from Wuyou Pavilion began to lose his composure.
He turned sideways to unleash his swordsmanship, and one sword quickly transformed into countless swords. "Charge!"
"Wait!"
Suddenly a figure flew over, so softly that the surrounding leaves did not even rustle, interrupting the duel.
All the swordplay in the air stopped, and the disciple of Wuyou Pavilion looked at that person.
He exclaimed in surprise, "Senior Brother Song!"
"Senior Brother Song!..."
The match was forced to stop, the Sword Sect members withdrew, and the Wuyou Pavilion members surrounded Senior Brother Song.
"Senior Brother Song?"
Xie Zhou muttered to himself.
Luo Fantian explained, "This is Bai Wuyou's personal disciple!"
Ao Tian quickly added, "After being defeated by his senior brother in the last martial arts competition, he has been in seclusion ever since, and he has finally emerged from seclusion now."
Senior Brother Song's purpose this time was very clear. He came out immediately when he heard that there was a competition and that Luo Fantian was participating.
"I'm here to compete in martial arts; I want to challenge Luo Fentian!"
Luo Fantian knew this and was not surprised. He was about to fight when Xie Zhou stopped him.
"I'll go and have a look at him!"
Luo Fantian was slightly taken aback, then said, "Senior Brother Song has a special dark spiritual root, you..."
He was somewhat worried, after all, Xie Zhou had not come into contact with this kind of spiritual power, and dark spiritual roots were unpredictable and ever-changing.
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