Xie Zhou had already stood on the martial arts arena with the senior brother of the Tianyin Sect. Unexpectedly, this senior brother of the Tianyin Sect, who looked gentle and refined, had a sharp and calculating look on his face.
Although Xie Zhou strongly disagreed with the idea of judging people by their appearance, she still felt a bit uncomfortable looking at this face. Perhaps it was because she knew beforehand that the Tianyin Sect was using the Yan Sect to launch a propaganda attack against her own Sword Sect.
Based on these factors alone, did she really think that the people from the Tianyin Sect were cunning, meticulous, and adept at manipulating others' minds to create a sense of accomplishment that allowed their plans to succeed?
The person from the Tianyin Sect greeted Xie Zhou with a smile, gave him a slight bow, and made a gesture of respect.
But there was no respect in their eyes at all; it was just a formality, a show of it.
He said, "Please, Junior Sister Xie Zhou of the Sword Sect, go easy on me. Don't bully an old man. I've always heard that the people from the Sword Sect are quite strong! I'm sure you'll cripple me in no time... Haha..."
"Brother, you must be joking. I am but a woman, so please go easy on me. After all, men are much stronger than women. Let's begin!"
Xie Zhou felt nauseous looking at the smiling tiger across from him.
He was the first to reveal his spirit sword, while the senior disciple of the Tianyin Sect used a fan as his weapon.
This fan might be hiding a secret. Soon Xie Zhou saw that there were many darts and sharp knives on the fan handle. With a flash of cold light, this fan was indeed not simple!
Xie Zhou took the lead and flew forward a few steps with his spirit sword in hand, pointing the sword directly at the senior brother. At first, the senior brother of Tianyin Sect still stood there with his eyes turned to the side and did not move.
However, she used her lightness skill to fly backward, perfectly dodging the attack. But Xie Zhou wouldn't give up so easily; she pressed forward relentlessly.
The sword was about to touch the man's shoulder, but he kept dodging. Just as the tip of the sword was about to pierce the senior brother's shoulder, he cleverly reversed the fan and blocked the flying sword.
No matter how hard Xie Zhou tried, he found that he couldn't get any strength out of the fan and couldn't break through it. So he gave up, pushed off the ground with one foot, and flipped over a few times to create distance between himself and the other person.
Xie Zhou didn't use his full strength; he was just testing the strength of this senior brother from the Tianyin Sect. He then discovered that this person was not so simple from the moment he stepped onto the stage.
With a smile on his face and with slow, graceful movements, the senior disciple of the Tianyin Sect actually closed his fan in a beautiful gesture, showing off his skills.
He comforted her, saying, "Junior sister, are you just unable to muster any strength?"
"Perhaps this is the reason for the disparity in strength between men and women."
Xie Zhou smiled, it seemed the competition was getting even more interesting.
Then Xie Zhou changed to a different sword, the Peerless Sword, which was the reward he had received earlier.
The moment the sword was drawn, a commotion erupted below. They had never seen such a sharp and beautiful weapon before.
At this moment, the senior disciple of the Tianyin Sect also realized that this sword was extraordinary, but he still had a faint smile on his face.
He said, "As expected, Junior Sister always surprises people. She wasn't really taking the fight seriously just now!"
"The real competition is just beginning!"
As soon as Xie Zhou finished speaking, the morale of the Sword Sect members soared, and they all stood up to cheer him on.
"Go! Go... Senior Sister Xie, beat them to a pulp!"
Xie Zhou touched the ground with both feet, like a dragonfly taking flight, and instantly hovered in mid-air. He raised the Peerless Sword, and an extremely sharp sword flower rushed out, its fierce momentum breaking through the air. With lightning speed, it frantically attacked the senior brother of the Tianyin Sect.
The senior student immediately turned around to dodge the attack, but his fan was cut in half.
The crowd erupted in cheers, and the Sword Sect members raised their voices even louder.
Meanwhile, the people from the Tianyin Sect remained seated, calmly watching the competition without any apparent thought. Their faces were completely blank, like wooden statues. The people from the Sword Sect looked at them as if they were emotionless machines, and their hearts were filled with contempt for them.
First, they used rumors to deceive Yan Zong and bully them. Now, the rumors about the martial arts competition are also false. Senior Sister Xie actually knew all along, but she still came to accept the challenge.
However, the Pavilion Master of Wuyou Pavilion saw that the two sides had already entered the competition. He wanted to step forward to stop them, but they had a rule that once the competition started, it could not be stopped, and no one was allowed to step forward to disturb it.
The master of Wuyou Pavilion could only stand aside and watch the battle carefully.
The fan was destroyed, but the senior disciple of the Tianyin Sect simply threw it off the stage, saying with a sorrowful expression, "This fan is broken, so let's use another weapon..."
Soon a piano appeared in front of him.
At this moment, the system suddenly stepped forward and said, "Host! That zither is not to be underestimated. You must be careful. The body of the zither is made of the finest paulownia wood, and the strings are made of silk hammers that are extremely hard and have excellent elasticity. It is incredibly powerful!"
"It's just an ordinary zither, why are you so nervous? Don't forget, I'm holding a peerless sword in my hand!"
"Host! You must not be careless!"
"Okay, okay... I'll be on guard!"
Seeing how much the system cared, Xie Zhou examined the zither of the senior disciple of the Tianyin Sect once again.
But he sat cross-legged on the ground, placed the zither in front of him, and lightly plucked the strings with his fingertips, and the clear, melodious sound of the zither came through.
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