The swordmaster surnamed Wang seemed to have seen through the meaning behind Yang Pingping's smile. Naturally, she wore an expression that understood without saying, then nodded and said, "Then you go. Though blades and swords have no eyes, you still need to be careful."
"Yes!" Yang Pingping happily agreed, then drifted into the sword arena. The disciples immediately looked dejected, clearly thinking that Ding Ruoxing had come to offer herself up as easy prey, and whoever got her would be the one who struck it rich.
Facing the entire Sword Sect's contempt, Ding Ruoxing straightened her back and entered the sword arena. A sword formed from Sword Qi gradually condensed in her hand.
In ordinary inner-sect disciple matches, Sword Qi duels were far safer than using real swords. That was common knowledge. Yet Yang Pingping seemed not to know it, giving a cold hum as she directly drew a real sword.
Of course, the sect did not forbid fighting with real swords, but that was only relative to one's opponent. Now that the other side had used a Sword Qi sword, drawing a real sword made Yang Pingping's actions an entirely different matter.
Under normal circumstances, Xing'er could have exchanged for a real sword to respond, but to the astonishment of most of the disciples, the girl had no intention of taking one out.
The disciples naturally began whispering among themselves, but I could see the reason. In truth, even if Xing'er took out a real sword, it would be useless. The treasured sword in Yang Pingping's hand could cut through iron like mud. Taking out an ordinary sword would actually leave Xing'er weaker than she was with her current Sword Qi sword! She was no longer the same person she had been.
"Hehe, sorry, but Senior Sister can't afford