This felt wonderful.
From the impression he had made in the earlier rounds, many people said he cared little about winning or losing, that he was gracious and courteous, gentle and approachable, and so on.
They had misunderstood him completely.
He had entered the Martial Competition with only one purpose from the very beginning: win! Win! Win!
Victory, and standing high beneath the one and only crown, had always been aspirations that set his heart surging.
It was just that the earlier rounds had been too dull.
Facing opponents whose cultivation fell short of his and whose swordsmanship was riddled with openings, he found it hard to convince himself to find any passion or pleasure in those fights. He even felt a little guilty and embarrassed about defeating them too quickly.
That was why the other side of the young man's manner toward people had emerged so inappropriately in the arena. He had not been fighting at all, but chatting and making friends.
But things were different now.
Setting aside all those miraculous gifts, he was facing the Bowang Martial Competition entirely as a swordsman from Fenghuai. What he had been looking forward to all along was seeing how far the strength he had gained through his own efforts over these past days could take him.
Li Piaoqing, a True Disciple of Jade Feather, Fifth Growth, bearer of the supreme art "Yellow Jadeite," and the same age as him.
This was a real opponent.
To tell the truth, Pei Ye really could not claim he would definitely beat her.
He gave a brief salute and drew his sword. It had accompanied him through many battles, and both scabbard and hilt were beginning to show their age, but its hundred-forged blade remained bright and flawless. He had won it at the