Yang Yuanzhou looked at Xu Yang, his meaning obvious: you ranked below Du Chuan, so didn't you want to fight him for third place among the Ten Elites? Xu Yang remained unmoved. He had no intention of challenging Du Chuan.
Lu Ren, Sun Tao, and Han Feng, farther down the rankings, lacked the strength to challenge those above them. Just as the proceedings threatened to fall silent again, Ye Qiuling's lovely voice rang out. "Junior Brother Du Chuan, how about a spar?"
Du Chuan ranked third, while she ranked fifth. Xu Yang had thought this woman had no competitive streak at all. It turned out he had been wrong.
She probably wasn't confident of taking first or second, so she only wanted to defeat Du Chuan and claim third place among the Ten Elites.
After all, although she ranked above both Zhang Hanzhou and Qi Xuancheng on the Ten Elites Ranking, she was like Lu Ren: her high position rested on her talent for alchemy, not martial talent alone.
"With an invitation from Senior Sister Ye, how could I dare refuse?" Du Chuan gave a gentle, cultured smile.
Countless inner sect disciples gazed longingly at Ye Qiuling of Medicine King Peak, and Du Chuan was no exception.
With her ethereal bearing and exquisitely beautiful features, Ye Qiuling soon stepped onto the platform with Du Chuan.
"Junior Brother Du, blades are dangerous. Shall we compete with fists and feet instead?" Ye Qiuling asked softly.
"Of course!" Du Chuan nodded in agreement.
"Lust has addled his brain!"
Among the spectators, Du Qingpu couldn't help cursing. All that talk about dangerous blades was utter bullshit. Everyone knew that old queer Elder Li Yang excelled at palm techniques, while the Du Family specialized in swordsmanship.
Du Chuan was abandoning his greatest strength to face