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"This... the Inner Sect Grand Competition..." At those words, Su Bai let a trace of hesitation show on his face.

He was not afraid, but he knew that the Inner Sect harbored crouching tigers and hidden dragons. In particular, the veteran Inner Sect elites who had cultivated bitterly for years to compete for True Disciple positions and Foundation Establishment Pills were not to be underestimated.

Although he had confidence in his own combat strength, he did not want to make overly bold claims.

"If that is your instruction, Academy Master, I will naturally obey and do my utmost."

Seeing that he had not refused outright and had instead first considered the competition's difficulty, Xu Shangran appreciated him all the more.

He swept his large hand through the air, his tone decisive and brooking no doubt. "Go! You must go! With the Sword Dao attainments you have shown and that Dragon's Roar Sword Heaven, you stand a very good chance of taking first place in this year's Inner Sect Grand Competition!"

"When the time comes, we must let those fellows in the Inner Sect's various academies, with their eyes perched atop their heads, take a good look! Besides me, Xu Shangran, the Sword Academy can still nurture disciples of astounding brilliance!"

"Those fellows who quit halfway failed to achieve anything because their own talent was insufficient and their resolve weak, not because our Sword Dao legacy lacked strength!"

The more he spoke, the more worked up he became, as though he wanted to vent in a single breath all the frustration the Sword Academy had endured through its years of obscurity.

But then his gaze fell on Su Bai, and his brow furrowed slightly again. He rubbed his chin. "Hmm... still, your cultivation realm really is a little low, lad. Qi