"..."
After pondering for a while, Yue Buqun saw Cheng Buyou stride into the center of the arena with a dark expression. He thought it over and ultimately decided not to send his eager wife, Ning Zhongze, into the fight. Instead, he looked toward his daughter, who had been impatiently waiting for her turn.
"Lingshan!"
"You go!"
"Remember, give it everything you've got. Use the combined sword technique Annie taught you right from the start!"
He gave those instructions because he was worried Yue Lingshan might get overconfident and use another sword technique—the "Misty Rain Sword," which she still hadn't mastered.
If that happened, the Qi Sect would be in danger. So he had to make things clear beforehand.
"Don't hold back!"
"Go!"
With that, Yue Buqun nodded firmly at Yue Lingshan, signaling that she could enter the arena.
In the first match, he, Yue Buqun, had lost to Grand-Uncle Feng, just as expected. That result had left him extremely anxious, but fortunately, in the second match, his sixth disciple, Lu Dayou, had used his solid fundamentals and subtle swordplay to defeat Feng Buping, bringing the score back to even.
Now, in this crucial third match, after weighing it carefully, Yue Buqun had decided that the burden had to fall on his daughter, Yue Lingshan.
After all, he knew what Cheng Buyou was capable of. A few months ago, the man would likely have been only slightly weaker than him. If he sent his wife and junior sister, Ning Zhongze, into the match, the odds would be no better than fifty-fifty. The risk was too great!
Since his sixth disciple had managed to defeat Feng Buping, his daughter was the best choice.
He knew Yue Lingshan's cultivation was still shallow, but the power of their paired-sword technique was extraordinary. And