As a result, Meng Xuejun's words had the opposite effect. Both juniors immediately looked timid. I knew Meng Xuejun wasn't good at guiding others, so I smiled and said, "In sword duels, you can't cling to old ways. Think of more ways to adapt when the situation changes. Once you take the initiative, won't the enemy be forced onto the defensive? So watch how those before us respond, and try to attack more and defend less in the end."
The two girls hurriedly nodded, then seriously observed Qingwei Taishang fighting his opponents.
He truly was an old hand who had lived for several thousand years. He knew how to deal with all kinds of opponents as easily as counting his own treasures. As he fought his way through, he used different methods to flatten more than a dozen experts. Watching the numbers change, the few young girls were both delighted and unable to help marveling at the senior's prowess.
After fighting through more than a dozen rounds, Qingwei Taishang was finally eliminated. Wheel battles were exhausting to begin with, and after the tenth or so match, the enemies' attacks became increasingly powerful and treacherous. Even sword immortals who practiced all sorts of bizarre sword techniques came running out, leaving even Qingwei Taishang caught off guard and sent straight out of the arena.
Still, having fought through so many rounds, the frustration he had been suppressing after failing to defeat even the sect master of the Taiqing Ruins was finally released. The old man had at last gotten to show off his might. Seeing Li Yushuang locked in a fierce battle with her first opponent inside the arena, Qingwei Taishang stroked his beard and smiled. "Still too young."
"Grandpa! What are you saying..." Qingwei Xin couldn't help rolling her eyes at