Geng Peng absentmindedly fended off the attack of a newly admitted disciple.
This new disciple's spiritual power was steady; he seemed to have advanced to Qi Refining several months ago, which was fairly good. More rare still, he handled his inherited family swordsmanship quite well. In Geng Peng's eyes, this boy possessed exceptional talent for the sword.
He must have done his homework before coming, right?
This disciple also saw that Geng Peng was not fully focused, and his attacks grew increasingly vicious, every move aimed at Geng Peng's vital points. Yet no matter how he altered his techniques, Geng Peng always got there first, tapping the spine of his sword with one finger and disrupting his sword momentum.
Looking at this disciple, Geng Peng found little to interest him. The Immortal Institute opening the second floor of Chuan Gong Hall in September was purely to accommodate prodigies whose progress was ahead of schedule. Based on past years' experience, ordinary Immortal Institute disciples needed to train until December and reach the middle stage of Qi Refining before they had even a sliver of hope.
This kid was still a little too full of himself, Geng Peng thought.
There were still quite a few gifted disciples this year. Three disciples had already obtained ultimate arts... No, according to Senior Brother Su, that brat Wang Qi had deliberately chosen not to come. By that count, there should be four disciples at this level.
Wang Qi.
At the thought of that name, Geng Peng's brow furrowed even more deeply.
"If he shows himself, that means he already has the ability to defeat you under these rules." That was what Su Junyu had said four days ago.
No matter what, Geng Peng could not accept that conclusion. But Su Junyu cultivated the Bai Ze