Profound Heaven Street (5)

Spirit Sword Peak, arena district.

On the arena stage, a fierce and chaotic ten-person melee was underway. Cheers, cries of alarm, and the explosive booms of spiritual power colliding intertwined, setting the atmosphere ablaze. On one of the stages, a battle was nearing its end.

In one corner of the stage, Song Zhiyi, dressed in the personal disciple robes of the Profound Heaven Sect, was breathing lightly.

Among the generally sturdy cultivators, his figure appeared especially slender and slight. He was young as well, and his face still retained a trace of childishness. Flushed from the intense exertion, with fine beads of sweat gathering at his temples and several loose strands of hair stuck to his cheeks, he looked... exceedingly "easy to bully."

In truth, at the start of the melee, he had indeed become the focus of many attacks. At this moment, the Profound Heaven Sect disciple uniform had become an eye-catching target.

Song Zhiyi was utterly unsuited to forceful frontal attacks. He could only rely on his nimble footwork, scrambling left and right across the stage as he perilously dodged assaults from every direction. He moved like a swimming fish, always barely evading an attack at the very instant before it struck him, making the spectators' hearts clench tight.

Below the stage, Su Miaoxi, who had long since easily won her own match, was so anxious that she kept hopping in place. Cupping her hands around her mouth, she shouted:

"Left! Watch the left, Eleventh Senior Brother!"

"Ah! Why are you only dodging and not fighting back?!"

"I told you I'd lend you my sword first! You just had to insist on showing off!"

She stamped her feet in frustration, wishing she could rush up there and fight in his place.

Just as Song Zhiyi once again awkwardly