Took a Small Loss

The outcome was naturally quite unexpected. Guan Wei Wu scratched his head and chuckled, "That brat wasn't bad; he didn't waste my efforts."

Fei Denan's face twitched, and he turned his head to sneer, "How dare you say that? What effort have you wasted? I wonder what you've taught this apprentice?"

Guan Wei Wu rolled his eyes and snorted, "This is a matter between my master and me, why should I tell you!" Fei Denan sneered disdainfully and turned away, too lazy to pay him any attention.

Feng Xiangtian asked one of the people beside him, "What sword techniques in the Scripture Pavilion are known for their speed? I've never heard of them. Could this kid really have such talent that he can comprehend some sword technique on his own?" With their cultivation level, they had naturally heard the conversation between Yue Qianchou and Lu Guang.

Beside him stood a man with completely white hair and beard, exuding a calm and authoritative aura—it was none other than Ou Sihai, the head elder of the Cultivation Pavilion. He said with an unperturbed expression, "I have never seen any sword techniques in the Scripture Pavilion that emphasize speed. Even if he did comprehend one, so what? Speed? Hmph! It's nothing but a heretical path, utterly insignificant in the face of absolute power. The disciple who was defeated just now was merely careless for a moment."

Feng Xiangtian raised an eyebrow, said nothing more, and turned his gaze back to the competition arena. Only twenty matches had been completed in this round, with nearly five more to go, and the next round had already begun. Most people were still engrossed in Yue Qianchou's previous match, and were clearly watching the following matches somewhat absentmindedly.

The disciples of the Alchemy Pavilion had no interest in watching anymore. Seeing Yue Qianchou return, they were all beaming with pride and accepted the envious glances from the other disciples. After he sat down cross-legged, Yang Qian laughed and said, "What else do you know about us? It turns out you were already confident all along. We were worried for nothing."

Yue Qianchou smiled and said, "It was just luck. The opponent's cultivation level is higher than mine. My speed can only catch him off guard. Now that I've revealed my strength, the next match will probably not be so easy." Yang Qian thought for a moment and then nodded slightly.

"I told you Yue Qianchou would definitely succeed! See? I wasn't wrong!" Xiao Wanqing and the others from Myriad Fragrance Garden were chattering away to a group of female disciples behind them. Kou Xuehua shook her head. With Yue Qianchou's performance, those girls would probably be even more...

Several matches quickly ended, and more than a dozen people lost their lives. Yue Qianchou watched each match very carefully and found that it was always the same dozen or so people who would kill their fellow disciples without hesitation. They were ruthless characters who never showed any mercy when they attacked. After the second round of matches, 247 people were determined, and the third draw began. This time, there was also a blank lot. Having learned from his previous experience, Yue Qianchou immediately glanced at the lot he drew. The number was 36, which placed him in the third match of the third round. It seemed that good luck wouldn't always be on his side.

These battles among cultivators don't last long; usually, a round is decided in less than ten minutes. Because the arena is divided and the range of movement is restricted, those with strength can quickly demonstrate their abilities and win, without giving you much time to waste. Otherwise, how long would it take to fight nearly a thousand rounds from beginning to end? Of course, those disciples who are good at agile combat are at a disadvantage, but after all, it tests overall strength.

After two matches were over, Dongfang Changao announced the preparations for the third match. Yue Qianchou immediately got up to hand in his wooden slips. Upon arriving at the sixth match venue, he saw that his opponent was one of the dozen or so people who were known for their ruthless killings. In the two matches, he had already killed two people. Yue Qianchou's eyes narrowed slightly.

Many people have noticed this situation, and many are worried about Yue Qianchou.

As soon as Dongfang Changao Chang'ao announced the start, Yue Qianchou was about to bow and inquire about the other party's name when, just as he clasped his hands in a fist salute, the other party's longsword swiftly shot out, aiming straight for his head, leaving no room for negotiation. Yue Qianchou was startled, but fortunately, his sword speed was extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, a flash of sword light appeared behind him, directly blocking the incoming flying sword.

Flying swords are inherently connected to the mind and spirit. Yue Qianchou's cultivation level was two levels lower than his opponent's. Coupled with the suddenness of the event and his unstable mind, how could he withstand the opponent's premeditated attack? He felt the heavy blow from the sword strike straight to his mind and spirit, his chest tightened, his throat tasted sweet, and a mouthful of blood mist immediately spurted from his mouth.

The sudden turn of events shocked everyone, who hadn't expected that the disciple of the Cultivation Pavilion, whose cultivation was several levels higher, would resort to a sneak attack. Guan Wei Wu, watching from the upper floor, was so shocked that his beard and hair stood on end. He was about to fly out to save his disciple when Fei Denan grabbed him from behind.

In that moment of distraction, Yue Qianchou's mind lost contact with the flying sword, which clattered to the ground. The man smiled sinisterly, and after knocking his opponent's sword away, the sword flipped in the air and shot straight down at Yue Qianchou.

The moment the sword and his mind severed their connection, Yue Qianchou suddenly snapped back to reality, sensing something was wrong. He quickly dodged away, only to see a streak of light dart into the spot where he had just been standing. A loud "bang" echoed across the bluestone floor, sending stone chips flying and creating a hole in the ground.

Yue Qianchou dodged quickly, regaining his composure. Just as his Divine Sense reconnected with the flying sword on the ground, he saw his opponent flash by and step onto the sword. Yue Qianchou immediately felt the connection between his consciousness and the flying sword severed again.

A cold light flashed out from the hole in the ground again, whistling as it shot straight towards him. Yue Qianchou did a backflip, the cold light grazing his body, but before he could regain his footing, he heard a whooshing sound behind him. He immediately rolled to the side with a lazy roll, and another hole in the ground exploded with a loud bang.

The onlookers were stunned. This was the first time they had ever seen someone knock a flying sword away in a single exchange. It must be because the difference in cultivation level between Yue Qianchou and his opponent was too great.

Xiao Wanqing and the other girls were also frightened by the scene before them. Kou Xuehua, however, recalled the image of Yue Qianchou wielding three swords simultaneously in the Demon Ghost Domain. Her gaze then fell on the flying sword that had been stepped on, and her tightly furrowed brows relaxed.

For some unknown reason, the attacking flying sword, after emerging from the ground, hovered in the air and ceased its attack. The disciple from the Cultivation Pavilion, with a cat-and-mouse expression, mocked, "So you're that Yue Qianchou? You only have the cultivation of the early Core Formation stage, yet you dare to come here and join the fun? You're truly courting death. If you kneel down and beg for surrender now, I might consider sparing your life. Otherwise, just wait for the Alchemy Pavilion to come and collect your corpse!" As he spoke, the flying sword pointed threateningly at Yue Qianchou in the air and circled twice.

Upon hearing this, Guan Wei Wu, who was in the attic, was so angry that he couldn't speak. He rolled up his sleeves, looking like he was about to fight to the death, but Fei Denan held him tightly.

Yue Qianchou stood up and spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva. Suddenly, he burst into a cackling laugh, his face and clothes contorted with rage as he roared, "Bullshit! I was just considering whether to give the Cultivation Pavilion some face, but now that the Heavenly King himself has arrived, don't even think about letting you go, you arrogant bastard!"

The sound boomed and spread in all directions, reaching everyone's ears. They were all stunned, never expecting Yue Qianchou to swear in public; it was truly an insult to civility. The disciple from the Cultivation Pavilion paused, then his face turned ashen, and he shouted, "You're courting death!"

"Go to hell!" Yue Qianchou immediately retorted loudly. He made a hand seal, and dozens of cold lights flashed out from his Storage Bag. One cold light transformed into a sword, carrying him into the air, while fifty more cold lights transformed into sword umbrellas, protecting him behind him. Under the bright sun in the sky, the sword umbrellas emitted a dazzling golden light, and the people around could hardly see Yue Qianchou in the sword circle in the air.

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