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The matches in the martial arena continued. Sitting below the stage, Luo Yong held a pill in his hand and quickly swallowed it to replenish the energy within his body.

The rules only prohibited taking pills onstage; taking them offstage was allowed. After all, the competitors needed to recover as quickly as possible and prepare for the next round.

As Luo Yong regulated his breathing, he watched the fighting onstage and marveled inwardly.

These geniuses' swordsmanship really is extraordinary. Every move carries profound sword intent.

Normally, Luo Yong would have ranked at the very bottom of these hundred contestants. He had just defeated Gao Jingnian with the treasured sword Emperor Li Chen had refined. Although the victory had come rather suddenly, it had also given him a deeper understanding of the sword dao.

Watching the other young sword cultivators compete, he felt that his own swordsmanship had made something of a breakthrough, as though he had touched upon some mysterious realm.

In the martial arena, sword qi clashed incessantly. Both competitors unleashed all manner of exquisite movement techniques, dazzling everyone who watched.

Cheers erupted from the audience from time to time. Even the judges and the sect masters seated on the dais were full of praise for these young sword cultivators.

After fierce competition, the top fifty had been decided, and the second round soon began.

Having drawn number one, Luo Yong stepped into the martial arena again.

His feelings were complicated: he was nervous, yet also full of anticipation.

Just then, a familiar scene unfolded as the audience erupted into enthusiastic cheers.

Luo Yong knew that his second-round opponent was Wei Yuanping, the Heaven-Crying Sword Tomb's Blood-Weeping Sword Prodigy-the Sword Debate Tournament's second seed.

Wei Yuanping was famous here, so naturally, the cheers were for him.

Luo Yong was