You're Not Worthy of Making Me Draw My Sword

"Even someone like Ancient Emperor Tuoshe, if they inherited a Scrap Bloodline, would only vanish among the masses. Your Qingyun Sect actually dares to accept disciples with Scrap Bloodlines. I, Xie Kuang, am truly impressed!"

As Xie Kuang spoke, he even raised a thumbs-up.

The Grand Elder cursed inwardly. The moment they arrived at Qingyun Sect, they had started belittling them. Yet he was the host after all and could not tear all pretenses apart, so he could only greet them with a smile.

"However, as the saying goes, there are no useless bloodlines, only useless people. Later, I want to see just how much this kid is capable of!"

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

The three stepped forward at once, bowed slightly, and said in unison, "Disciples greet the Grand Elder of Qingyun Sect!"

The Grand Elder examined the three and discovered that none of them had weak auras. In particular, even Li Jing, the weakest among them, gave him an impression of strength that did not lose in the slightest to Zhao Yi, the strongest.

It was not just the Grand Elder. The expressions of the other elders were also extremely unpleasant.

"Imperial Dao Sect has truly produced one outstanding talent after another these past few years!"

The Grand Elder exchanged this polite remark, then pointed at Lu Ren and the other two. "Elder Xie, these three disciples are Zhao Yi, Yang Rong, and Lu Ren. They will be the opponents for your three disciples in this sparring exchange!"

Xie Kuang merely swept his gaze over the three, a trace of disdain appearing on his face. Then he said, "Time waits for no one. Let the sparring begin!"

At once, an elder leaped onto the arena and announced loudly, "The sparring exchange officially begins! The old rules apply: one-on-one duels. If one side wins all three battles, that side will be declared the victor. If neither side achieves three consecutive victories, the winners will proceed to the second round of one-on-one duels. The final victor shall be the winner. Now, both sides may send a disciple onto the arena!"

After saying that, the elder in charge of presiding retreated to the side.

"Li Jing, you go first!"

Li Jing wore a green dress. With a leap, she crossed several steps and landed on the arena. Her gaze fell upon Lu Ren and the other two as she said flatly, "Li Jing, entry-level disciple of Imperial Dao Sect. Fifth-grade Bloodline, six Spiritual Apertures opened. Which one of you will fight me first?"

"Lu Ren, you go first!"

Yun Qingyao said.

Li Jing should have been the weakest of the three. Lu Ren should have had a chance against her.

"Alright!"

Lu Ren nodded, then leaped forward and landed directly opposite Li Jing, ten feet away.

When everyone saw Lu Ren take the stage, strange expressions appeared on their faces.

"What exactly is the sect planning? They're really letting Lu Ren go up to spar? Li Jing has a Fifth-grade Bloodline and has opened six Spiritual Apertures!"

"The sect merely wants Lu Ren to demonstrate his swordsmanship. Winning or losing is not important at all!"

Many disciples began whispering among themselves.

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

A voice suddenly rang out from the crowd.

Everyone followed the sound and discovered that it was Wang Teng, one of the Entry-level Twin Wastes.

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

Many of the older entry-level disciples looked puzzled.

Wang Teng smiled. "Do you believe Lu Ren can defeat Li Jing?"

"What? Defeat Li Jing? Are you joking? He's an even more useless disciple than you, with only one Spiritual Aperture opened. He can't even cultivate martial arts properly—how could he defeat Li Jing?"

One disciple wore an incredulous expression, while the disciples beside him also nodded in agreement.

With one Spiritual Aperture opened, one could only unleash a thousand jin of force. But with six Spiritual Apertures opened, one could unleash six thousand jin of immense strength.

As the saying went, one force could break ten thousand techniques. Before an absolute gap in strength, no matter how powerful a martial skill Lu Ren had cultivated, he would have no chance of victory.

"Are you idiots? This exchange between newly admitted disciples concerns the sect's reputation. How could the sect possibly send a disciple with only one Spiritual Aperture opened to fight them?"

Wang Teng shook his head. "I told you your vision is too narrow. The sect only said they wanted Lu Ren to display his swordsmanship to outsiders on purpose!"

"Wang Teng, are you really that confident Lu Ren can defeat Li Jing?"

A disciple asked.

Wang Teng folded his arms across his chest and declared with absolute certainty, "How about we make a bet? I'll stake one hundred thousand copper coins. The lot of you can put up 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 truly is a walking purse. I'll bet fifty thousand!"

"Why are you betting so much? Are you not leaving us even a sip of soup? No one can bet more than ten thousand!"

At the side, Qin Yu's gaze rested on Lu Ren, her face full of anticipation.

Only the few of them knew just how strong Lu Ren truly was. A martial artist with six Spiritual Apertures opened was absolutely no match for him.

At this moment, atop the arena!

Lu Ren cupped his fists toward Li Jing and said, "Lu Ren, entry-level disciple of Qingyun Sect. Scrap Bloodline. Please enlighten me!"

Upon hearing this, Li Jing's expression turned extremely ugly. She had not expected Lu Ren to be the first one on stage.

To her, this was an absolute humiliation.

She was still one of the outstanding newly admitted disciples of Imperial Dao Sect, ranked among the top three in strength. Yet Qingyun Sect had actually sent a Scrap Bloodline to spar with her.

"Lu Ren, do you think I am the weakest among the three, which is why you came up here? I heard your master taught you swordsmanship. I will tell you this: you will not even have the chance to draw your sword!"

Li Jing would never give Lu Ren any chance to draw his sword. Besides, a Scrap Bloodline who had stepped in dog shit and gotten lucky, with only one Spiritual Aperture opened, actually wanted to spar with her. This was utterly intolerable.

Lu Ren said calmly, "Master told me to come up. As a disciple, naturally I must listen to my master's words!"

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

Anger flashed in Li Jing's eyes. Her petite body shot forward like a cheetah, and within a few breaths, she arrived behind Lu Ren.

Mountain Moving Palm!

Her palm swept out like a mountain, the terrifying force compressing the air as it slammed fiercely toward Lu Ren's back.

"Not good!"

Yun Qingyao's expression changed slightly at the sight.

Li Jing had consecutively unleashed the Human Tier Mid-grade Cheetah Step and the Human Tier High-grade Mountain Moving Palm, and she had cultivated both to great mastery. Not to mention Lu Ren—even any martial artist with six Spiritual Apertures opened would have found it difficult to withstand this wave of attacks.

"Die!"

Li Jing cried out sharply as her palm struck down fiercely.

Yet when her palm blasted into Lu Ren's back, it passed straight through him, and he dissolved into an afterimage.

"What?"

Li Jing's expression changed drastically. She saw Lu Ren's figure continuously leaping across the arena like a spirit cat. The next second, he sprang in front of her.

Fierce Tiger Fist!

Lu Ren appeared before Li Jing, his fist like a ferocious tiger pouncing upon its prey as it smashed toward her face.

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

Pfft!

Li Jing felt a tremendous force invade her entire body, sending her flying backward against her will. She spat out a mouthful of blood in midair before crashing heavily beneath the arena.

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