Meanwhile, on the ring, Wu Yun'er, unable to break through after a long attack, gradually transformed from initial anger into a sense of powerlessness.
She was not stupid. Clearly, Shen Yunhao's footwork had reached a level of perfection. Regardless of whether he had stronger offensive methods, he was already invincible in close combat at this level with just this footwork.
That gigolo she used to think of as a freeloader back in the Tianshan Mountains has now grown to a... terrifying level.
As expected of you, Ning Yuyao.
Did you know this day would come?
She glanced at the other three arenas out of the corner of her eye; the battles on them had already ended, and the contestants were casting curious glances at the T-shaped arena.
Continuing to fight... would be futile.
Thinking of this, Wu Yun'er sheathed her sword and retreated, increasing the distance between herself and Shen Yunhao.
Her chest heaved slightly as she glanced at Shen Yunhao and sighed softly.
"I surrender..."
As soon as he said that, the room fell silent.
This scene was somewhat expected, since it was clear to everyone that Wu Yun'er was unlikely to defeat Superman Strong.
Even if the superhuman swordsmanship were to return, with the support of such exquisite footwork, there would definitely be a chance to turn the tide and win. The fact that he hasn't drawn his sword yet is most likely because there is some kind of shady dealing between the two.
As soon as she finished speaking, Wu Yun'er no longer hesitated, turned around and walked off the stage, her still upright back revealing a hint of loneliness.
On the stage, Shen Yunhao stared blankly at Wu Yun'er's departing figure, feeling a pang of unease.
He knew very well that Wu Yun'er was extremely competitive and proud. This method of winning without fighting, while respectable, would inevitably cause the other party to harbor some resentment.
But none of that matters anymore.
Beneath this resentment lay too many complex emotions that Shen Yunhao was unwilling to face...
We'll have to wait and see.
The elder referee paused for a moment, then announced loudly, "Superman wins the T-shaped arena!"
Shen Yunhao clasped his hands in a salute and stepped off the stage.
The results of the first round are all out. Apart from Yao Xiangxue encountering a tough opponent, everyone else had good luck and advanced smoothly.
The second round was scheduled for a day later, since there were quite a few injuries in those evenly matched battles today.
Since it is a double-elimination tournament, even those who lose still have a chance to compete for a top-ten spot, so they naturally need to spend time conserving their energy.
Of course, rooms were also arranged for everyone to rest in the Xuanlei Pavilion, and at this time, the contestants finally had the opportunity to meet with their sect members.
...
Night falls.
Inside the room, a woman in a light blue dress sat at the table, staring blankly at the flickering candlelight.
"Yun'er!"
At this moment, the low, slow sound coming from outside the door startled Wu Yun'er, and she quickly got up to open the door.
"Master...Master? What brings you here..."
The young, beautiful woman who walked in had a serious expression on her usually gentle face. "How can I rest easy about your performance today?"
Wu Yun'er shrank back somewhat guiltily and hurriedly said, "Today... that boy's movements were too strange, I really couldn't catch him! I will definitely work harder in the future..."
"Alright!" Wen Ruochen waved his hand to interrupt, "You know that's not what I asked!"
"..."
"The Kendo Tournament is full of hidden talents, so it's not surprising to encounter some masters. But Yun'er... are you really not related to that... Superman Qiang?"
Upon hearing this, the girl immediately gritted her teeth and retorted, "How could that be! I... how could I, Wu Yun'er, possibly fall for such a piece of trash? Master, please don't listen to others..."
Halfway through his sentence, Wen Ruochen sighed and sat down at the table with a worried expression.
Wu Yun'er then realized.
Wen Ruochen didn't mention that kind of relationship between men and women at all. His eagerness to deny it only made things seem... suspicious.
"Master..."
The beautiful woman remained silent for a long while before finally speaking, "That child... who exactly is he? Who is his master? Is he truly just a rogue cultivator?"
It would have been better if she hadn't mentioned it. As soon as Shen Yunhao's identity was brought up, Wu Yun'er felt a strong sense of grievance well up up, but she still stubbornly bit her lip and remained silent.
"You little rascal!" Wen Ruochen glared at her reproachfully. "Do you think your teacher is as domineering and unreasonable as Nie Qingshuang? Don't worry, your teacher will respect your decision, but this is not a trivial matter. You grew up in the mountains, so you may have overlooked some things. Tell me the other party's identity, and I'll help you find out... Hey? Yun'er, you?"
Unexpectedly, Wu Yun'er squatted down halfway through the conversation, her eyes red and almost in tears.
“Master… perhaps this is retribution! Retribution that was destined two years ago…”
...
On the other side, Nie Qingshuang walked out of the room with a gloomy expression, and happened to run into Wen Ruochen who was walking towards her.
"Ruochen, I happen to need to talk to you..."
Seeing that the other person had just come out of Ning Yuyao's room, looking menacing, Wen Ruochen immediately understood and snorted coldly, "Nie Qingshuang, let me tell you! I don't care what you say about me, but if anyone dares to bully my Yun'er, I, Wen Ruochen, will never let them off the hook!"
After saying that, he simply flicked his sleeve and disappeared.
"???"
Nie Qingshuang was taken aback and felt somewhat confused.
"Could it be... that Wu Yun'er was also bullied by those scumbags from the Blood Sect? But why is she yelling at me? Divine Metal..."
Not long after, on a certain cloud platform, Nie Qingshuang stood quietly, looking at the magnificent and imposing Wanren City not far away.
An old man with a white beard appeared behind her. "Why is Qing Shuang in such a hurry to find me instead of catching up with her disciple?"
This person was Elder Hong of the Azure Sky Sword Pavilion. He was the one who personally welcomed Ning Yuyao and the others to Qiuye Manor, and he was also Nie Qingshuang's old friend for many years.
"A prosperous and flourishing world, full of wonders... even the Azure Sky Sword Pavilion has been infiltrated by the Demonic Sect?"
Elder Hong was taken aback, and after a moment his expression changed as he said, "Qing Shuang, don't talk nonsense. Although I have been bedridden for a long time, how could I possibly be involved with the Demonic Sect? This is not something to be said lightly!"
"I wasn't talking about you, you old geezer!"
Nie Qingshuang rolled her eyes in annoyance. "But who is in charge of the Cangxuan Secret Realm? How could they be completely unaware that a Blood Sect spy had infiltrated it?"
"A secret realm?"
Elder Hong stroked his chin and frowned, saying, "Why do you say that, Qing Shuang?"
"My disciple was ambushed by the Blood Sect in the Cangxuan Secret Realm and nearly lost his life!" Nie Qingshuang sneered. "Doesn't your Sword Pavilion intend to give an explanation for this?"
"Is this really true?"
The old man's expression visibly changed.
It has been many years since the last time the Demonic Sect caused trouble, so Elder Hong was so surprised to suddenly hear the name of the Demonic Sect.
"Don't put on airs for me here!"
Nie Qingshuang waved her hand, her face cold, looking at Wanren City under the night sky not far away. "Baihe Temple, Pan Mingzhe! I need an explanation within three days, otherwise... I will return to the palace to report to the Palace Master and have the Palace Master come to you personally to demand an explanation!"
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