"You!"
Cheng Buyou's face reddened, but he gritted his teeth and loudly argued:
"Grand-Uncle Feng just said there were only three rules!"
"First, no taking anyone's life!"
"Second, no hidden weapons or poison!"
"Third, no leaving the grounds!"
"Grand-Uncle never said we couldn't use another sect's techniques or a different sword style!"
As he spoke, his voice grew louder, bluster masking his unease.
"Besides!"
"The Evil-Exorcising Sword Manual was spread by you Qi Sect members, and the Lin Family's only heir is a Huashan disciple. How can it not count as a Huashan sword style?"
"Hmph!"
"Yue Buqun, don't try to twist words and talk your way out of this!"
As he spoke, he turned to Yue Lingshan, who had been using Huashan sword techniques throughout the match, to see what she would say.
It was true that every member of their Sword Sect had trained in an improved version of the Evil-Exorcising Sword Manual. But training in it was one thing; coming to Huashan afterward to seize the position of Sect Leader was another. And now, using it openly in a fair match, then insisting it was a Huashan sword style—that was going too far.
So, as long as Yue Lingshan didn't mind and the judges didn't call a stop, he would just have to grit his teeth and keep fighting. More than that, he had to win!
"..."
At this, Yue Buqun furrowed his brows slightly, but had no answer.
After all, Cheng Buyou wasn't wrong. The Evil-Exorcising Sword Manual really did have countless ties to the Huashan Sect.
"Let him use it, then!"
"Father!"
"I'm fine!"
Yue Lingshan spoke up.
Though she found Cheng Buyou's shameless use of martial arts beyond the Huashan sword style rather contemptible, she was familiar with the Evil-Exorcising Swordplay and didn't take