A Despairing Sword Strike

At the referee's command, Jian Tongming slowly stepped onto the stage.

Song Xun'er, who had been sitting cross-legged on the stage recovering her Soul Power, slowly opened her eyes. As she watched Jian Tongming gradually make his way toward her from the other side, her pupils, for some reason, contracted slightly of their own accord.

Song Xun'er slowly stood and once again released her dazzling azure Vast Sea Sword, her brows knitting faintly. Looking at this youth before her, whose bearing seemed otherworldly, she actually felt a little nervous. He clearly gave off no dangerous aura at all, yet he made Song Xun'er feel deeply wary.

"I don't want to take advantage of you! I'll give you two hours. As a swordsman, I want to defeat you at your full strength!"

Just as the referee was about to announce the start of the battle, Jian Tongming suddenly sat down on the stage and spoke calmly.

"No need! Fight!" Song Xun'er gritted her teeth and refused.

However, Jian Tongming, seated cross-legged on the stage, gave her no chance to refuse at all. He simply closed his eyes and began meditating, showing not the slightest intention of fighting.

"Too arrogant! Is Shrek Academy really this contemptuous of others?"

The Sea Sword Pavilion side spoke in anger. The individual matches used a relay format to begin with; there had never been any rule about waiting for others to recover. In their eyes, this action was blatant disdain.

"All of you, shut up! If you have the strength, you can be arrogant too! But the prerequisite is that you need the capital for it!" Elder Tang glared at the agitated disciples.

"Uncle Tang! We're supposed to endure even this?"

One of the youths stepped forward, staring straight at Elder Tang without the slightest intention