Watching the old man fly off first, while a group of old men and women obediently answered "Yes," I only realized now that more than half of the elders following behind Li Zuoxing were actually his disciples! It made me sigh at the marks left behind by the passage of time.
When I turned back, my little nephew grinned and said, "I'm going to collect the fruits. Uncle, you absolutely have to win the championship, or you'll let Elder Li's guidance down."
Though he was joking, I still nodded and said, "Don't talk about me, you brat. Your own swordsmanship is poor enough, and yet you've really opened my eyes."
"Uh... My swordsmanship is pretty good, isn't it? It may not match the best, but it's better than the worst." My little nephew spoke with a cheeky grin, but I patted him on the shoulder and said, "No wonder Zheng Qingling beat you black and blue."
The moment he heard that, my little nephew looked as if he had been struck in a vital spot. Clutching his heart, he said, "Uncle, did you really have to twist the knife in so viciously?"
"Heh heh. When some blades strike the right place, they can open the two meridians connecting Heaven and Earth, letting you charge forward against the current." I laughed, while my little nephew hurriedly put on an expression of someone receiving instruction and began chatting idly with me again. However, the next match was about to begin—the quarterfinals.
After Li Zuoxing and I came out of the previous round, only eight contestants naturally remained.
Shao Zi had defeated Donggong Ao, but Yun Bingxin had unexpectedly lost to Shao Shihui. That surprised me a little as well. Just who was this Shao Shihui? To be so formidable at such a