Xiao Jianlan was still second on the Sword Song Ranking! That name seemed almost bewitched, nailed to the ranking here and making people take another look. After all, moving across it meant the Swordsmanship Ranking, and sharing second place there—what an astonishing achievement that was!
There was no need to mention Master Li Guxian. Her swordsmanship could already be called invincible—so invincible that she had no need for Sword Songs anymore. Rankings and the like held no meaning for her. Even if she were given first place in every category, it probably would not stir the slightest emotional ripple in her.
As for me, I was third in swordsmanship and first in Sword Songs, while the other party had taken two second places. That meant they were already infinitely close to me. This was the impact and competitive spirit born from drawing closer to one another!
I did not look at third place again, because the third name was neither Li Poxiao nor Yun Xingzhui, nor anyone else I knew. It was a completely unfamiliar name, perhaps some proud child of heaven from a certain era or something. But since they could not surpass Xiao Jianlan, there was no point paying attention.
The third ranking was the most crucial, and it differed from the first two. The names no longer appeared in simple tadpole script. Instead, three-dimensional images were displayed directly, with swords floating horizontally on the ranking. Every sword was wondrous and unfathomable, each boasting craftsmanship that left people marveling!
As for why they had no names, the reason was actually simple. Some swords changed in countless ways, with their blades sometimes appearing and sometimes vanishing. Others bore no inscriptions at all. Therefore, displaying them by their shapes was the most fitting approach.
The sword ranked first had naturally