My God

"My lord examiner, this disciple was only—"

Cold sweat beaded on Ke Yucheng's forehead, and his sword tip trembled faintly.

Gu Sheng took the chance to retreat three steps, his robes fluttering as he concealed the glint in his eyes.

He had originally planned to lure Ke Yucheng into attacking with all his strength, then feign serious injury and concede. He had not expected the examiner to intervene so suddenly.

Now that Ke Yucheng, that mad dog, had been cowed, Gu Sheng did not know how to wrap things up for the moment.

"This is a sparring match. Stop when appropriate."

The examiner's gaze was sharp as lightning.

"If there is a next time, your qualification will be revoked!"

The spectators below immediately broke into heated discussion.

Ling Xiao stroked his chin and murmured to the two beside him.

"Gu Sheng's luck is pretty good. If that sword strike had landed—"

"Bullshit!"

Wang Yun clenched his fists.

"It was obviously Ke Yucheng who used a dirty trick! The examiner sees everything clearly!"

Xu Guangzhi narrowed his eyes.

"I don't think it was luck. Haven't you noticed that the examiner looks at Gu Sheng differently? What Qinghe Holy Land lacks most is—"

Before he could finish, the situation on the arena suddenly changed.

Ke Yucheng abruptly erupted, the azure sword qi on his spiritual sword surging three zhang high and forming nine sword phantoms in the air.

"Gu Sheng! If I don't cripple you today, I'll write my surname backward!"

The nine sword phantoms struck like venomous snakes flicking their tongues, sealing off all of Gu Sheng's escape routes.

Cries of alarm rang out from the spectator seats. The examiner frowned tightly but did not intervene again—this time, it was indeed an open and aboveboard move.

Gu Sheng's pupils contracted sharply.