"Bang!"
A dull thud sounded, and the Bully's body went limp, he knelt down, and then collapsed to the ground, blood slowly flowing down his face. Before he died, the Bully looked on in disbelief, realizing that he had actually lost to someone who had only been cultivating for a few days.
All the spectators present were also astonished. Just now, they saw Ge Nie raise his hand, and an arc of sword light flashed, and that was the end of everything. It was so simple, so fast.
"Is this really something that can be done after only a few days of training?" The audience was somewhat skeptical, because Ge Nie was giving off an extremely strong aura that a novice could never possess.
However, some sharp-eyed people noticed that Ge Nie had only been training for a few days. Just by looking at the sword light he emitted, they knew that his strength lay in his swordsmanship, which had almost reached the pinnacle. He was only a little short of reaching the grandmaster level, which was enough for him to establish his own sect.
That's right. Ge Nie's current strength lies in his swordsmanship. Back then, Ge Nie was already a famous swordsman in the world. He pursued the way of the sword throughout his life, and all his swordsmanship experience has been passed down.
"Such superb swordsmanship!" Even the host, who had been somewhat skeptical before, couldn't help but exclaim.
The Great Han stared wide-eyed at Ge Nie in the arena, quite surprised, because he hadn't expected Ge Nie to be so powerful. He had genuinely thought Ge Nie was doomed. Hearing the host's words, he couldn't help but nod in agreement.
All the spectators present unanimously changed their previous attitude, because they had all been somewhat blind to Ge Nie's immense power. After a brief silence, the audience excitedly shouted Ge Nie's nickname, "Practice the sword! Practice the sword! Practice the sword!..."
The scene was quite lively. Zhao Fu stood to one side with his hands behind his back, his gaze also falling on Ge Nie. He revealed a smile, showing no surprise that Ge Nie could kill the Bully with a single sword strike, as this was entirely within Zhao Fu's expectations.
At this moment, the host walked onto the stage and shouted, "Now, as you can see, the winner... practices swordplay!"
What happened next made most people look bitter, because almost everyone had bet on the Bully to win, and now that Ge Nie was winning, their bets had been lost, and everyone had lost a lot of money.
Zhao Fu, on the other hand, made a fortune, because with a 30x payout ratio, Zhao Fu 1,000 gold coins multiplied 30 times, amounting to 30,000 gold coins.
The match ended so quickly, and seeing how enthusiastic the audience was, the Great Han discussed something with the host, then Great Han to Zhao Fu's side and said warmly, "Brother! How about letting your subordinate play a few more matches?"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Fu thought for a moment, realizing that what he had just done to Ge Nie was hardly a warm-up, so he nodded in agreement and said, "Let's get five people with at least the fourth level of cultivation to attack together!"
The Great Han was slightly surprised when he heard Zhao Fu's words, but he understood after a moment's thought, because he couldn't judge Ge Nie's true strength at this moment.
Then, the second match began. This time, the five opponents varied in size and appearance, some tall, some short, some ugly, and some good-looking. However, they all shared one characteristic: the fierce look in their eyes. Clearly, these five were not good people.
Among these five, some had just broken through to the fourth level of cultivation, while others were at the peak of the fourth level, just one step away from entering the fifth level. When the Great Han approached them, they were somewhat reluctant to accept the offer when they were alone, because they had just witnessed Ge Nie's terrifying swordsmanship. However, they agreed when they learned that there were five of them.
Now that there were five of them, they felt a bit more confident. Even if Ge Nie's swordsmanship was strong, he was still just a novice who had only been practicing for a few days. They also believed that the reason for what happened just now was that the Bully was too careless. The five of them did not think that they would be like the Bully.
If the audience had seen five against one before, they would have definitely started yelling, "For example, what? They actually sent five fourth-stage cultivators to fight a newbie who just started cultivating? Are you kidding me?!" or "Do they even have the nerve to fight a newbie?"
But now, all the spectators were watching Ge Nie intently, eager to see just how strong this mysterious swordsman in the cloak was; their hearts were filled with anticipation.
As soon as the host announced the start of the competition, the five people transformed into five black shadows and rushed towards Ge Nie Ge Nie, instantly surrounding him.
Surrounded, Ge Nie still stood there, sword in hand, like a piece of wood, without any change.
The five men walked around Ge Nie with grave expressions, trying to find a flaw in Ge Nie, but to no avail.
The spectators outside also watched the arena intently, without making a sound, because they knew what level of battle this was.
A little while later!
In the oppressive arena, one person finally couldn't hold back any longer and raised his broadsword, slashing at Ge Nie Ge Nie from behind.
At that moment, Ge Nie also moved, turning around and swinging his sword. A cold sword light slashed out, and the person who attacked Ge Nie immediately felt a chill in his heart and his hair stood on end. Before he could even make a move, his head flew high into the air.
Another person seized the moment and launched an attack on Ge Nie, slashing at Ge Nie with their sword.
Ge Nie dodged the attack by shifting his body to the side, and with his sword, he slashed downwards from the bottom, the blade cutting from the man's abdomen to his left shoulder. Blood splattered, and the man's internal organs were ripped apart with a single stroke. The second man died!
Just then, the third person launched an attack, gripping his spear tightly and thrusting it out with lightning speed, creating a whooshing sound as it pierced the air, aiming for Ge Nie's heart from behind.
This person was none other than the one with nearly five levels of cultivation. His insight was incredibly sharp. Just as Ge Nie killed the second person, he struck instantly with lightning speed. The spectators outside the arena couldn't help but gasp.
But just as the spear was about to pierce Ge Nie, Ge Nie did a backflip, unable to dodge the attack, and swung his sword in mid-air.
"Puff!"
A flash of sword light appeared, leaving a bloody gash on the man's head. He then collapsed to the ground, dead.
Another person, unwilling to give up, rushed forward, but the next second, Ge Nie, who had just landed, didn't even glance at him. He swung his sword, and a spurt of blood appeared. The man clutched his throat, struggled in pain on the ground for a while, and died. Ge Nie's cold gaze fell on the last person.
This man was a rather thin young man whose cultivation had just broken through to the fourth level. He had only intended to come and mess around, but he hadn't expected Ge Nie to be so strong.
Under Ge Nie's cold gaze, the man was filled with fear, his whole body trembled uncontrollably, he dropped his weapon, knelt on the ground, admitted defeat, and cried out for his life. Seeing this, Ge Nie did not make another move.
In the blink of an eye, another battle ended. The arena was silent as the audience stared wide-eyed at Gai Nie, who wore a black cloak, held a blood-stained sword, and exuded a cold, murderous, and mysterious Ge Nie.
The audience no longer called him "Sword Practitioner," but "Sword Demon "!