Before this scene unfolded, the Sword Soul Hall had already exploded.
Li Tianming's black sword marks had surpassed Lin Jianjia's, leaving the Sword Soul Hall silent as a grave.
"Ah, this!"
Many of the Sword Soul Hall elders scratched their scalps raw, yet still couldn't figure out how to keep praising her.
As elders, they understood far better than the disciples at the sword stele what such a trend meant.
Half a month in, Lin Jianjia was getting slower and slower, with only four thousand sword marks!
She still needed six thousand more. There was basically no hope!
Meanwhile, Li Tianming was becoming more skilled and faster by the day.
He had completed his four thousand in twelve days, not half a month.
Comparing the two, Lin Jianjia, who had prepared for "time-lapse photography" for over twenty years, and the dim-witted "Lin Feng"—who was superior and who was inferior was already obvious.
Over these past few days, the changes in Lin Xiaoyun's expression as he stood with his hands behind his back had been classic.
At first, he wore a smile and calmly dealt with all kinds of compliments.
Soon after, he kept nodding, agreeing with his colleagues that "Lin Feng definitely won't make it through the second half."
Around the tenth day, he stopped moving altogether.
Not even an eyelash twitched.
His eyes simply remained fixed on the scene.
Even he himself failed to notice that his expression was growing darker and uglier.
The hands clasped behind his back were tightening more and more.
The key was that the flattering voices were becoming fewer and fewer.
"Hurry and have Sister Jianjia drive that useless brat away! If he really obtains the sword art, it'll just be wasted!"
Lin Manman cried out in exasperation.
"Shut up."
Lin Wuyi covered her