But Daoist Bian was hard-mouthed and soft-hearted. After seeing his two friends trading blows back and forth, he still went over midway to cheer Senior Brother Shi on. Naturally, he also traded a couple of barbs with Lin Congcong along the way, only then returning to the final arena fully satisfied.
As for gossip and rumors? Who cared? He had already lain flat and let people mock him as they pleased.
"Martial Uncle Bian, who do you think will win?"
"Right, right! You know these two better than anyone. In your judgment, this round..."
In truth, Wen Xu and Chen Zui often sparred in private. They even fed each other moves, and though they had never fought a proper duel, their records had always been evenly split.
"No idea. They've fought so many times that they probably don't even know themselves who wins and who loses."
In terms of cultivation, Chen Zui certainly had a better chance of winning. But he had only just advanced to Late Golden Core, whereas before that, Wen Xu's cultivation had always been slightly ahead. And when examined closely, the gap between their cultivation levels was extremely small.
As for their understanding of saber and sword, Chunchou did not know much about that. He had little talent in weaponry. Compared to those profound and mysterious insights into moves, he felt that Wen Xu-Xu's sword was swifter, while Chen Zui-Zui's saber was fiercer and more forceful.
These were two different systems of measure. In his heart, both friends were the first-place winners of the Sect Grand Competition.
The disciples below discussed animatedly, while the great cultivators watching from the high platform had all placed their own bets. Compared with the Qi Refining Stage match, the gap between the two this time was minuscule. It could be