A murmur ran through the gathering as Wang Yibai stepped forward.
He, too, was a notable genius. His progress in opening his apertures had consistently ranked among the branch academy's best, and his swordsmanship was particularly outstanding. He had always been a prominent figure.
When people spoke of the branch academy's finest, his name came first.
Yet since Jiang Che's return, even though he rarely appeared in public, everyone had been talking about this junior brother who was destined to ascend Jingxiao Peak.
With all his limelight stolen, Wang Yibai could not help feeling a little uncomfortable.
Moreover, he had his own pride. He believed he was capable; he simply had not been so desperately poor that he had to roll about in a mire like Ailin, which was why he had never earned such great merit.
He acknowledged Jiang Che's achievements-they were certainly genuine. But when it came to actual ability, he did not think he fell far behind.
Still, as he issued his challenge before everyone, his words remained modest. "Your deeds in Ailin command admiration. I would venture to ask for a firsthand lesson. I hope you won't hold back, junior brother."
"Please."
The two entered the arena and drew their swords.
Wang Yibai dared not be careless. He went all out from the opening move, his sword light fierce as driving rain, wave after wave of attacks making a dazzling display.
Jiang Che answered with swordsmanship alone:
With a single Cloud-Wrapped Empty Valley, his sword light circled protectively around him, making Wang Yibai's storm of attacks fall entirely upon empty air.
After a few exchanges, Jiang Che spotted an opening and unleashed Returning Tides Fold Greenery, sweeping along with the momentum. Wang Yibai felt his sword grow heavy; his own force was being led astray. He