You Are Not Worthy of My Drawing My Sword

"Even someone like Ancient Emperor Tuoshe, if they inherited a Scrap Bloodline, would only be annihilated by the masses. I, Xie Kuang, am truly impressed that your Qingyun Sect dares to take disciples with Scrap Bloodlines!"

Xie Kuang said, giving a thumbs-up.

The Grand Elder cursed inwardly. The Qingyun Sect had already been belittled by them, but as the host, he couldn't completely fall out with them. He could only maintain a smiling facade.

However, there's a saying: there are no useless bloodlines, only useless people. I'll see later how much substance this kid has!

Xie Kuang smiled, then pointed to the three people beside him and introduced them, "Elder Meng, these three are the disciples our Imperial Dao Sect has recruited this year: Chu Feiyang, Nalan Xin, and Li Jing!"

The three stepped forward simultaneously, bowed slightly, and said in unison, "Disciples pay respects to the Grand Elder of Qingyun Sect!"

The Grand Elder sized up the three, finding that their auras were not weak. Especially Li Jing, who was supposedly the weakest, gave him the feeling that her aura was no less than that of the strongest, Zhao Yi.

Not only the Grand Elder, but the expressions of the other elders were also very grim.

"The Imperial Dao Sect has truly produced many talents in recent years!"

The Grand Elder said politely, then pointed to Lu Ren and the other two, "Elder Xie, these three disciples are Zhao Yi, Yang Rong, and Lu Ren. They will be your opponents in the sparring match!"

Xie Kuang merely glanced at the three, a look of disdain appearing on his face. He then said, "Without further ado, let the sparring begin!"

Immediately, an elder jumped onto the stage and announced loudly, "The sparring exchange convention officially begins! As usual, it will be one-on-one duels. If one side wins all three matches, they will be declared the victor. If they fail to win all three, the winner will proceed to a second round of duels, and the final victor will win. Now, please have both sides send out one disciple each to the stage!"

After speaking, the elder in charge of hosting retreated to the side.

"Li Jing, you go first!"

Li Jing, wearing a green dress, leaped up. With a few steps, she jumped onto the stage. Her gaze fell upon Lu Ren and the other two, and she said indifferently, "Imperial Dao Sect entry disciple Li Jing, fifth-grade bloodline, six Spiritual Apertures opened. Who among you will fight me first?"

"Lu Ren, you go first!"

Yun Qingyao said.

This Li Jing should be the weakest of the three. Lu Ren should have a chance to make a move against her.

"Okay!"

Lu Ren nodded and leaped up, landing directly opposite Li Jing at a distance of about ten feet.

When everyone saw Lu Ren enter the stage, their faces showed strange expressions.

"What is the sect thinking? Are they really letting Lu Ren go up for the sparring? Li Jing has a fifth-grade bloodline and has opened six Spiritual Apertures!"

"The sect just wants Lu Ren to showcase his swordsmanship. Winning or losing isn't important!"

Many disciples began to whisper amongst themselves.

"What do you mean winning or losing isn't important? Your perspective is too narrow!"

A voice suddenly rang out from the crowd.

Everyone turned to look, and it turned out to be Wang Teng, one of the Entry-level Twin Wastes.

"Wang Teng, what do you mean by that?"

Many of the older disciples expressed their confusion.

Wang Teng laughed, "Do you believe that Lu Ren can defeat Li Jing?"

"What? He can defeat Li Jing? Are you kidding me? He's an even more useless disciple than you, having only opened one Spiritual Aperture. How can he defeat Li Jing?" one disciple exclaimed incredulously, with the disciples beside him nodding in agreement.

Having opened only one Spiritual Aperture, one could only exert a strength of a thousand jin. Having opened six Spiritual Apertures, one could exert a massive strength of six thousand jin.

The saying goes that one force breaks ten thousand techniques. In the face of an absolute difference in strength, Lu Ren would have no chance of winning, no matter how powerful his martial arts were.

"You guys are so foolish. This new disciple sparring exchange concerns the sect's reputation. How could the sect possibly send a disciple who has only opened one Spiritual Aperture to fight?"

Wang Teng shook his head and said, "I'm telling you, your perspective is too narrow. The sect letting Lu Ren display his swordsmanship is just what they're saying to the outside world!"

"Wang Teng, are you that confident Lu Ren can win against Li Jing?"

A disciple asked.

Wang Teng crossed his arms and said confidently, "Why don't we make a bet? I'll be the house with one hundred thousand Copper Coins. You all can bet one hundred thousand together. If Lu Ren wins, you take the one hundred thousand Copper Coins. If Li Jing loses, you give me one hundred thousand!"

"Senior Brother Wang Teng is truly a benefactor of wealth! I'll bet fifty thousand!"

"Why are you betting so much? Don't you want us to get a taste of it? One person can bet at most ten thousand!"

Beside them, Qin Yu's gaze fell on Lu Ren, filled with anticipation.

Only a few of them knew how strong Lu Ren truly was. A martial artist who had opened six Spiritual Apertures was no match for Lu Ren.

At this moment, on the stage!

Lu Ren cupped his hands towards Li Jing and said, "Qingyun Sect entry disciple, Lu Ren, Scrap Bloodline, please guide me!"

Upon hearing this, Li Jing's expression turned very ugly. She hadn't expected Lu Ren to be the first one to come on stage.

This was definitely a humiliation for her.

She was, after all, one of the outstanding new disciples of the Imperial Dao Sect, ranking in the top three in strength. Yet, the Qingyun Sect had sent a disciple with a Scrap Bloodline to spar with her.

"Lu Ren, do you think I am the weakest among the three, which is why you came on stage? I heard your master taught you swordsmanship. I will tell you, you won't even have a chance to draw your sword!"

Li Jing would never allow Lu Ren the chance to draw his sword. Moreover, for someone with a Scrap Bloodline who'd gotten lucky and opened just one Spiritual Aperture to want to spar with her was utterly unacceptable.

Lu Ren said calmly, "Master told me to go up. As a disciple, I naturally have to obey my master!"

"Then I'll let you know the consequences of sparring with me!"

A flash of anger crossed Li Jing's eyes. Her petite figure shot out like a leopard, and within a few breaths, she was behind Lu Ren.

"Mountain Moving Palm!"

Her palm, like a great mountain, pushed forward. The terrifying force compressed the air and slammed fiercely into Lu Ren's back.

"Not good!"

Yun Qingyao's expression changed subtly upon seeing this.

Li Jing had consecutively used the Human-tier Mid-grade Leopard Step and the Human-tier High-grade Mountain Moving Palm, both cultivated to Great Accomplishment. Let alone Lu Ren, any Martial Artist who had opened six Spiritual Apertures would find it difficult to withstand this wave of offense.

"Die!"

Li Jing shouted coquettishly and struck fiercely with her palm.

However, when her palm hit Lu Ren's back, it actually passed right through. It turned out to be an afterimage that dissipated.

"What?"

Li Jing's face changed drastically. She saw Lu Ren's figure leaping around the stage like a nimble cat, appearing right in front of her the next second.

"Fierce Tiger Fist!"

Lu Ren appeared before Li Jing and struck towards her face with a punch like a fierce tiger pouncing.

Li Jing had no time to defend. She crossed her arms in front of her to block, and Lu Ren's fist collided with them.

Pfft!

Li Jing felt a powerful force surge through her body. She was sent flying backward uncontrollably, spitting out a mouthful of blood in mid-air before crashing heavily off the stage.

Lu Ren walked over and stared at Li Jing, saying, "You're not worthy of me drawing my sword!"