Sounds Good

Wen Xu: ...A moment ago, I didn't want to lose. Now I kind of do.

Sounds Good

Though he very much wanted to lose, Wen Xu still struggled to win his match for a place in the top ten. His opponent was an Inner Sect disciple at the qi refining ninth-layer peak who had joined six years before him and studied under a Nascent Soul True Lord of Sword Peak.

It was also his first time fighting a Sword Cultivator. Sword Cultivators were said to excel at defeating opponents above their level. With no flashy techniques to fall back on, Wen Xu had a hard time winning. Fortunately, the gap in their cultivation was small, and he secured victory at the last moment with the Wind-Stacking Formation.

But Wen Xu knew that just as they studied the techniques and fighting styles of the winners, others were surely studying theirs. The Wind-Stacking Formation was useful, but it was also easy to counter. He had only managed to use it at the end of this match because his earlier attempts had been interrupted again and again. His future opponents would only be stronger. If he did not change his approach, winning again with his level of cultivation would be difficult.

His cultivation was still too shallow. Wen Xu tightened his grip on the Windfold Fan. Perhaps he could still make some changes. The Wind-Stacking Formation was good, but for now, it was not reliable enough in a one-on-one fight.

In truth, though, Wen Xu had thought a little too highly of the sect's disciples.

Plenty of people studied the winners' techniques and fighting styles, but the vast majority had been eliminated. They cared about which senior brothers and sisters won and whose signature moves were stronger, but... who did not enjoy a