After defeating Zhang Haoran, Su Yu didn't leave the arena.
Though the victory had come in a somewhat dramatic fashion, he had already made up his mind.
Rather than be plagued by one challenge after another in the days to come, he might as well seize the day and strike fear into everyone at once.
According to the rules of the Inner Sect, anyone who lost a challenge couldn't issue another for a month, while the winner faced no such restriction.
"Anyone else want to fight?"
Su Yu's voice wasn't loud, but it rang clearly across the arena.
Silence fell over the crowd. Everyone exchanged uncertain glances.
A moment later, a figure leaped onto the arena.
The newcomer wore a blue robe, his features stern. "Yang Hao, ranked eightieth in the Inner Sect. Please enlighten me."
Su Yu saluted with his sword, then repeated what he had done before, swinging a sword with the same force that had defeated Zhang Haoran.
Yang Hao staggered back several steps but came to a steady stop at the edge of the arena.
A flicker of delight crossed his eyes.
So Su Yu isn't all that impressive after all. That previous strike must have beaten Zhang Haoran because he wasn't as good as his reputation.
Seeing this, Su Yu understood.
Either Zhang Haoran was all reputation and no substance, or... that guy was putting on an act.
Before Yang Hao could regain his balance and counterattack, Su Yu's second strike was already on its way.
This strike carried twice the force of the first!
Yang Hao was struck as if by lightning. He flew backward and crashed heavily to the ground below.
He struggled to get up, only to find his blood and qi churning so violently that he couldn't summon his strength.
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