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"You mean his sword?"

Chen Zui nodded honestly. "Of course. He should've taken up the sword long ago." That layered formation was formidable, but how could it compare to the sheer exhilaration of real blades and swords? He was already itching to face Wen Xu.

Bian Chunchou: ...I really didn't understand how you weapon maniacs thought, nor did I particularly want to.

Since their spiritual power had been depleted in the previous match, and to ensure fairness, Wen Xu's battle against Huo Shengyin was scheduled for the afternoon. By then, Huo Shengyin had already recovered to her peak state. For her, falling in front of the same person once was more than enough. A second time—

Fuck, damn it, she'd fallen again!

Truly talented geniuses who could do everything were so annoying. The last time they had faced each other in the arena, Little Martial Granduncle's swordsmanship could only have been called a first glimpse through the gate. But now... forget it. Goodbye! Geniuses were really, really, really infuriating!

Fortunately, reaching the top ten meant advancement into the inner sect. Huo Shengyin calmed her stirred-up emotions. Fifty thousand Spirit Stones it was. At least she no longer needed to worry about cultivation resources before Foundation Establishment.

But... after losing twice in a row to a disciple who had entered the sect only last year, Huo Shengyin could not help feeling somewhat dejected.

Ever since she had set foot upon the path of the zither cultivator, flowers and praise had surrounded her. Almost everyone in the outer sect believed she was certain to advance into the inner sect. Her talent in zither cultivation was peerless, beyond the reach of few, and after hearing such praise so often, even with her fairly steady temperament, she had inevitably grown a little proud, even