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The burly young disciple wielding a saber was Xu Zhi, one of the most outstanding young disciples in the Outer Hall. After an intense battle, he looked utterly exhausted, but he followed the rules of the martial world to the letter. Reversing his grip on his saber, he clasped his fist and proudly saluted the Outer Hall disciples who had cheered him on. Amid their cheers, he left the field. A young woman from the Outer Hall hurried over with a handkerchief to wipe his sweat, clearly very concerned for him. Xu Zhi smiled, looking blissful.
Feng Xiao lounged sideways on a tree branch. Seeing Xu Zhi cheered by the crowd and fussed over by a young woman, he felt a pang of jealousy and curled his lip sourly. "Those two oafs can only swing sabers and swords. What's so impressive about that? Let them try cutting me and see if they can even land a hit!"
Hearing Feng Xiao's sour remarks, Ye Qin chuckled inwardly. He knew Feng Xiao was always like this, so he didn't say anything.
The disciples of the Herb Gathering Hall's Inner Hall looked grim. With this latest defeat, their side had lost fourteen matches, leaving only one final bout.
Cao Yu'an, the leader of the Inner Hall disciples, immediately rounded on the injured, lanky young man and snapped, "Kong Hao, what happened? You lost after only a short while! Didn't I tell you to drag it out as long as possible, hold on a little longer, and wear down his strength? Now we've lost another match, and only one remains!"
The lanky young man was applying medicine to his wound while enduring the pain. Being scolded on