This is Your Confidence? Pathetically Weak!

Below, on the Immortal Platform, the Elders on the scene were first shocked, then frowned:

"That youngster is actually hiding his strength. We all misjudged him!"

Hearing the worried voices of the Elders, Wu Shan still said calmly:

"Although that youngster can hide his strength, it's still far from enough for him to defeat Ling'er."

"Ling'er is the Young Sect Master. She is a personal disciple of myself and a group of Xiantian Elders, and she has also learned the sect's divine skill, the Wind Sword Scripture."

"She has even mastered the sect's unique skill, the Misty Sect Swordplay."

"This is just a probe. When Ling'er unleashes these skills later, she will naturally be able to easily defeat Xiao Huohuo."

Wu Shan said this, and the Elders relaxed.

Inviting so many faction leaders to watch this battle represented the face of their Misty Sect. They absolutely could not afford to lose!

However, Wu Shan did not pay attention to these matters. In his heart, Xu Ling'er could not possibly lose.

He just looked at Xiao Huohuo, his gaze constantly pondering, then lightly shifted to the youth watching from the side of the training ground, and said softly:

"Master?"

"That youth?"

His gaze swept back and forth over Chu Feng, and he couldn't help but frown.

The youth in his sight looked like a completely ordinary person. There wasn't the slightest trace of internal energy on him, and his skin hadn't been refined either.

He looked like someone who had never practiced martial arts.

This was not a situation he hadn't considered.

He had underestimated Xiao Huohuo, not caring about him at all, so he hadn't noticed his strangeness.

And under his careful look, there were only two possibilities left for someone whose strength he couldn't discern.

Either his strength surpassed his, or he was truly an ordinary person.

Wu Shan chuckled lightly, then immediately dismissed the absurd thought in his heart:

"My strength surpasses mine?"

"How is that possible..."

He was already at the Xiantian Peak. Surpassing him would mean being a Grandmaster.

And what kind of existence was the Grandmaster realm?

There weren't even five in the entire Cangzhou.

Moreover, he had interacted with those Grandmaster Elders; he knew them all.

How could a strange Grandmaster suddenly appear, and one who looked so young with such a bone structure?

Thinking this way, Wu Shan immediately reached a reasonable conclusion:

"Xiao Huohuo must have been hiding his strength since he was young?"

"Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to go from third-rate to Houtian in just one year."

"Even the Heavenly Prodigies who are now Grandmasters couldn't achieve this!"

With everything clarified, Wu Shan calmly looked back at the fight between the two on the training ground.

Boom!!

Fists and palms met. Xu Ling'er seemed to be struggling a bit more, retreating several steps before gradually stabilizing her figure.

She looked at Xiao Huohuo with a complex expression. After a few exchanges, she completely understood Xiao Huohuo's true strength.

Both were Houtian, and his cultivation was even slightly higher than hers.

Xu Ling'er's gaze was extremely solemn:

"I didn't expect you to hide your strength so deeply."

"I was the one who misjudged."

Hearing this, Xiao Huohuo said disdainfully:

"Is this the strength and talent you are proud of?"

"It doesn't seem like much."

Xu Ling'er was enraged upon hearing this and coldly rebuked:

"What I did back then was indeed not thoughtful enough, causing the Xiao Family and you to suffer unnecessary grievances."

"So from the beginning until now, I have been holding back and yielding everywhere."

"It was all to give you more face this time."

"But now you are so aggressive. To not lose face for my Misty Sect, I can only go all out."

"If you get hurt then, don't blame me!"

As her voice fell, the young girl stomped on the ground. The long sword hanging from her waist unsheathed and, swirling in the air, landed in her palm.

The cold long sword flashed a chilling gleam under the sunlight.

Just looking at this long sword was enough to feel a stinging pain.

The Sect Masters on the Small Immortal Terrace above exclaimed in surprise:

"This is the precious sword forged by Xu Mingjian, the chief Sword-Forging Grandmaster of Cangzhou, according to legend."

"There are only five such divine swords in the entirety of Cangzhou."

"The Sect Master of the Misty Sect is truly willing to spend a fortune on his good disciple."

Below, a group of Elders breathed a sigh of relief. The First Elder, with a long beard and a bald head, said:

"He's finally drawn his sword. That Xiao family youngster's journey ends here."

The several Elders burst into laughter.

On the martial stage, Xu Ling'er held her sword, channeling her Internal Energy into the blade. Her entire aura became sharp and piercing.

With a stomp of her foot, she charged forward with her sword, exclaiming:

"Wind Sword Scripture."

"Wind Sword, Fall!"

As the young girl's soft cry faded, her figure moved with incredible agility, like a gentle breeze, faster than ever before.

More than three times faster!

For a moment, it seemed as if three figures simultaneously appeared before Xiao Huohuo, charging at him with their swords.

Xiao Huohuo's eyes widened as he sensed the fluctuations of Spiritual Energy in the space.

Two of the phantom images were immediately dispelled.

The cold gleam struck, and the wind sword attacked. Xiao Huohuo covered his palm with Spiritual Energy and slapped towards the long sword.

With a hum.

The long sword vibrated violently, and Xu Ling'er's figure landed far away.

Xiao Huohuo sneered:

"Even with your sword and cultivation method, you're no match for me."

However, the young girl ignored him, gritting her silver teeth and continuing her assault.

Despite several defeats, she pressed on.

Every strike from Xu Ling'er was repelled by Xiao Huohuo, which caused the disciples above to frown deeply.

However, the Elders below showed a hint of a smile, as if Xiao Huohuo's defeat was already decided.

Chu Feng watched the scene above, his eyes tracking Xu Ling'er's movements. He seemed to understand something and shook his head with a smile:

"So she was accumulating her martial skill. I wonder if Xiao Huohuo can notice."

On the Training Ground, the young man's scarlet palm once again repelled a figure, sending the young girl staggering backward.

Xiao Huohuo seemed impatient and said:

"If this is all you've got, then I'll end this boring farce."

Hearing this, Xu Ling'er, who was in front of him, tightened her grip on the Sword Hilt and smiled:

"You're right. It's time to end all this."

Boom!

Xu Ling'er's aura surged once again.

And the paths she had taken each time she attacked Xiao Huohuo suddenly flashed with a faint blue halo.

She raised her sword, and those halos converged, forming a three-meter-long giant sword that stood behind her.

From the corridor, sounds of surprise echoed:

"That's the Misty Sect Swordplay! Senior Sister Ling'er has actually mastered this too?"

The Elders below on the Immortal Platform watched, and a smile appeared on their faces:

"It's over."

Within his dark pupils, the giant sword had already taken shape. Xiao Huohuo shook his head:

"This is your confidence?"

"Pathetic!"