Before the Three Realms Battles, Many Wonders Emerged; the Cultivation Hundred Arts Competition Began

Sword cultivators and saber cultivators valued a mind free of distractions and an unstoppable charge forward.

Xiao Jingyue was undoubtedly that sort. Once she gripped her sword, she considered nothing else—only victory.

But Jiang Sheng could tell that Zhou Huo was different. Though Zhou Huo was clearly a saber cultivator, he had reservations.

This meant that although Zhou Huo clearly had means to counterattack and could have fought Xiao Jingyue to determine who was superior, doubts lingered in his heart. His spirit hesitated, and his techniques were one beat slower than Xiao Jingyue's.

In Penglai's sect competition, anyone who could stand upon that stage—even those defeated in the very first match—would be first-rate geniuses across the Three Realms and throughout All Heavens and Myriad Worlds. It was merely that some were more talented than they were.

Both were from Penglai and both were in the Golden Core Realm. Zhou Huo clearly knew he could not reliably suppress Xiao Jingyue, yet he still harbored doubts. That one beat of slowness became his most fatal flaw.

Especially in a clash between geniuses of the same level, being one beat slower was no different from handing victory over with both hands.

"Exactly. A man holding a saber while his mind is full of random thoughts—how could he possibly not lose?"

"Ugh, I even bet on him to keep winning. What a disgrace to saber wielders!"

Lin Fan was deeply dissatisfied. That dissatisfaction was not because he had lost a few pills or a little face.

Lin Fan did not care about a few pills, and winning or losing within the sect was nothing shameful. But as a fellow saber wielder, watching someone with a saber in hand lose to a sword cultivator because his mind was impure and his grip unsteady was undoubtedly