Jiang Siming had gained the support of every female disciple in the Qingyun Sect. By contrast, all the male disciples had turned to support Lin Jingyu.
There was no helping it. Who could blame them for hating him so much? Even those who had disliked Lin Jingyu in the past had united against him.
As the saying went, the enemy of my enemy was my friend.
In terms of momentum, the male disciples greatly outnumbered them, but they couldn't compete with the girls' volume.
Besides, who had ever heard of a cheerleading squad made up of men? A female cheerleading squad was the true way to go.
Fortunately, once the match began, both cheerleading squads temporarily stopped shouting encouragement.
Standing opposite him, Lin Jingyu stared at him coldly. He opened his mouth and said, "Today, I'm going to return all the humiliation from two years ago."
Jiang Siming replied with a chuckle, "If you want to fight, hurry up. You talk too much. But you're as generous as ever. Two years ago, you gave me two top-grade swords. This time, you've come to give me something again. Do you know what a 'deliveryman' is?"
Lin Jingyu's expression hardened, and killing intent surged in his eyes. Although he had no idea what a "deliveryman" was, he could tell from Jiang Siming's tone that he was mocking him.
"If that's the case, then let's begin."
As he spoke, Lin Jingyu instantly shifted his position, his feet treading the Big Dipper's pattern. The Golden Crow in his hand swept through the air like a rising sun, blazing with endless light as it slashed toward Jiang Siming!
Compared to two years ago, Lin Jingyu was now a completely different person. The might of this sword aura was more than ten times greater than before!