Two in the afternoon.
Zhang Suannai's match.
Her opponent was a Sword Cultivator from the Military Academy.
With the King Court backing the Military Academy, its Sword Cultivators naturally followed the King Court Sword Cultivator path, which differed somewhat from Zhang Suannai's traditional Sword Cultivation.
Compared with each other, the Traditional Sword Cultivator leaned a little more toward Spiritual Cultivation, while the King Court's leaned more toward Martial Cultivation.
That was because the Sword Sect had arisen in ancient times, when Spiritual Cultivation dominated, and its system had inevitably left a deep mark. The King Court, by contrast, was a newer force that had split from the Sword Sect a thousand years ago. Compared with Traditional Sword Cultivators, it placed less weight on talent and more on hard work. Its fighting and cultivation methods both leaned toward Martial Cultivation, retaining only a few of the Sword Sect's core principles.
Of course, traditional Sword Cultivation was not all that traditional anymore. Times changed; those who clung too tightly to the old ways would not survive.
In short, flying swords striking, Sword Light dancing, ten thousand blades weaving through the air—that was traditional Sword Cultivation. A swordsman flashing like lightning with blade in hand, man and sword as one, graceful as a startled swan and fluid as a swimming dragon—that was the King Court Sword Cultivator.
Both looked magnificent.
Unfortunately, the two on the Arena were worlds apart.
One was Fifth Tier, the other Fourth Tier. One was a heaven-blessed prodigy seen once in a century, the other merely an ordinary genius. It was hardly a contest.
And the Sword Sect and the King Court happened to be mortal enemies—
So, to defend the Sword Sect's rightful tradition, Zhang Suannai held almost nothing back. Sword Light filled the Arena, and in the