Blood Is Always More Convincing Than Words!

"Senior Student Fan Jun! You have to win!"

"Let them see, we commoners can also forge a path with our own strength!"

"You're the hope of the entire village! Go for it!"

"Senior Student, look over here!"

Amidst the deafening cheers, Fan Jun and Chen Qianqian's match officially began.

Even though he knew his opponent had signed with the powerful elite and belonged to the opposing faction, Fan Jun still displayed impeccable gentlemanly conduct.

He took the initiative, sword in hand, and bowed in a standard Sword Dao salute. Sunlight fell upon his handsome profile and upright posture, eliciting another round of screams from the audience.

Chen Qianqian's face flushed slightly, but she quickly gripped her sword hilt, nodded in return, and then adopted her offensive stance.

The battle was about to erupt.

Fan Jun's swordsmanship was as captivating as his person.

He didn't rush into an attack but instead responded with a series of elegant sword techniques.

With a slight flick of his wrist, the Synthetic Training Sword instantly transformed into a silver streak of light. Thrusts, parries, and slashes flowed seamlessly, imbued with a unique aesthetic beauty.

Chen Qianqian's swordsmanship, in contrast, was more straightforward and fierce, carrying a desperate intensity, clearly indicating guidance from a combat-focused school.

She attempted to break through his defenses with sheer force several times, her long sword whistling through the air as she slashed and chopped, but Fan Jun always deflected her attacks with subtle strength or guided her blows astray.

"Husband, go for it!!!"

"He's too strong, they're not even on the same level!"

Amidst the crowd's gasps, Fan Jun's offensive grew more potent with each exchange.

He seized an opening from Chen Qianqian, and his sword precisely struck her wrist.

"Clang!"

With a light sound, Chen Qianqian felt her wrist go numb, her swordplay instantly collapsing. The force of the blow sent her stumbling back, nearly causing her to fall.

But Fan Jun didn't press his advantage. He stood with his sword, his posture still composed.

After she recovered, he resumed his assault, his attacks relentless. Chen Qianqian could only desperately block and evade, sweat soaking her hair as defeat loomed.

Finally, Fan Jun executed a precise thrust that pierced through Chen Qianqian's last defense, his sword tip aimed directly at her face!

Chen Qianqian, with nowhere to dodge, her legs buckled, and she collapsed onto the ground.

The entire venue fell silent.

The cold sword tip stopped less than half an inch from her face, and she could even feel the chill emanating from the blade. Another inch forward, and the consequences would be unimaginable.

However, Fan Jun's movement halted abruptly. His wrist remained steady as a rock, the sword tip suspended in mid-air.

He looked at Chen Qianqian, who was sitting on the ground, trembling from exhaustion and fear. A hint of gentleness flashed in his eyes:

"I know you might have your reasons, but you are no match for me. Give up, there's no need to fight so desperately!"

With that, he elegantly retracted his sword, gripped the hilt behind his back, and then extended his left hand towards the slumped Chen Qianqian.

His posture was like a prince inviting his dance partner.

This extremely gentlemanly act instantly ignited the atmosphere, reaching a true climax!

"Ah!!! Fan Jun, he's just amazing, I'm crying!"

"Look! What is gentlemanly conduct! What is a true powerhouse! Let that Lu Jue from earlier see how a strong person should treat their opponent!"

"Compared to Lu Jue, Fan Jun's breadth of vision and demeanor are worlds apart!"

Amidst countless praises and screams, Chen Qianqian lowered her head, hesitated for a moment, and then finally reached out, grasping Fan Jun's warm and strong palm, pulling herself up with his help.

Seeing her stand, Fan Jun naturally turned around to face the surging crowd supporting him, waving and smiling, accepting his well-deserved glory.

However, the moment he turned his back to Chen Qianqian!

A fierce glint flashed in Chen Qianqian's lowered eyes!

The veins on her sword-wielding right hand suddenly bulged, and with no warning, she fiercely thrust the Synthetic Training Sword towards Fan Jun's back!

"Thwack!"

Although the Synthetic Training Sword was far less sharp than a real one, under such a vicious thrust, the tip broke through flesh and sank deeply into him!

Fan Jun's body stiffened violently, the smile on his face instantly freezing, replaced by utter shock.

He never expected that under everyone's gaze, after the match was decided, and after he had shown kindness and grace, his opponent would still dare to strike such a treacherous blow!

Why!?

This was just a sparring match, not a fight to the death!

He hadn't considered that for some people pushed to the brink, this match had long surpassed the scope of a friendly spar, and the stakes involved might be consequences they couldn't bear.

The thunderous cheers from the audience abruptly ceased. Countless faces still wore lingering smiles of excitement, but their eyes had frozen.

"He's been stabbed!?"

A girl's trembling voice shattered the deathly silence.

Immediately, terrified screams erupted like a tidal wave:

"Backstab! It was a backstab!"

"Has Chen Qianqian gone mad!?"

"Chen Qianqian, you— I'll have my grandma—!"

The girls who had been enthusiastically calling Fan Jun "Husband" were now pale with fright, covering their mouths tightly, unable to believe the blatant scene unfolding before them.

The entire arena exploded into chaos. Several fervent fans, eyes bulging with rage, desperately tried to break through the referee's obstruction and rush onto the stage.

Fortunately, despite suffering such a heavy blow, Fan Jun had not lost his combat ability. He spun around, sword in hand, forcing Chen Qianqian back. The signature gentle smile on his face had vanished without a trace.

"Why!? Do you think stabbing me once will grant you victory?"

The gentleness faded from Fan Jun's face as he retaliated with a sword strike against the backstabber.

Bang!

Chen Qianqian was forced back several steps, her face a mask of determination. "I don't need to defeat you; I just need to injure you!"

The two clashed again.

The spectators in the stands, seeing that Fan Jun had not fallen, secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

It was at this very moment that Lu Jue's ruthless plea to Jiang Youwei flashed through their minds.

Back then, they had considered Lu Jue cold and cruel, lacking empathy. They had praised Fan Jun's gentlemanly demeanor, believing it to be the true bearing of a strong individual.

But now, watching the "gentleman" on the stage suffer a backstab due to his own magnanimity and sustain a severe injury, a chilling coldness crawled up many of their spines.

"See? Lu Jue was right. Mercy towards an enemy is truly cruelty towards oneself!"

From somewhere in the crowd, someone uttered this statement. The voice wasn't loud, but everyone around heard it clearly.

Most of those who had loudly criticized Lu Jue and praised Fan Jun were now speechless, their faces burning with shame.

They finally realized what brutal survival rules lay hidden beneath the glamorous facade of this arena.

Lu Jue stood in the stands, his gaze calmly sweeping over the chaotic scene.

He didn't need an explanation, let alone proof.

Because blood would always be more persuasive than words.