Looking at the three members of the Cinnabar Cloud Sword Sect who came out, Xiao Ni felt utterly powerless for the first time.
No matter how unwilling he was to admit it, he had to admit that he... had no confidence in beating any one of these three people.
It's so oppressive!
They're simply not like people of their generation.
The three exchanged a glance, and two of them took a step back and bowed to the person who was still standing in place.
"Senior Brother Qiao, it's up to you now."
Although they were eager to test their own cultivation level, they knew that now was not the time.
Even if they were 80% confident of winning this game, it wouldn't matter.
To win, you need to get a perfect score of 100%.
Therefore, this round belongs to Qiao An.
Senior Brother Qiao An is the strongest among them.
Among Lin Xuan's current Registered Disciple, Qiao An, as a new disciple, has the best comprehension and is the most hardworking and diligent, and is generally recognized as the strongest.
Thank you all for your kind consideration.
Qiao An cupped his hands in greeting to his fellow disciples, held his head high, and strode into the center of the formation.
However, he did not act immediately. Instead, he looked thoughtfully at the panting Xiao Ni and said, "I'll give you the time it takes for an incense stick to burn to recover your Spiritual Power, so that others won't say that my Cinnabar Cloud Sword Sect is taking advantage of your vulnerability and acting unjustly."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Ni was immediately stunned.
The hesitation and worry on his face slowly faded, replaced by extreme disdain and sneer.
How arrogant!
Xiao Ni thought to himself.
He had initially thought he could face the challenge based on his current condition.
If that's the case, then he truly has nothing to do with me.
After all, he's been playing for so long.
But if given time to recover and regain his strength, he can face the challenge at his peak...
Xiao Ni let out another cold laugh.
In this situation, it's hard to say who will win and who will lose!
This is the last one.
If we win this match, everything will be within our grasp.
Xiao Ni wouldn't be sentimental at this time.
Without hesitation or even replying, he immediately sat cross-legged to recover his Spiritual Power and meditate on the spot.
The time it takes for an incense stick to burn quickly passed, and Xiao Ni's Spiritual Power had recovered to about 70-80%.
He suddenly opened his eyes, looked at the young man opposite him, and said coldly, "You do have the demeanor of a gentleman, but unfortunately, this action has also cost you the only shortcut to victory."
Before the words were even finished, the sword light was already rushing towards them.
Just now, Cao Zhengyang wanted to speak up to stop Qiao An.
However, before he could say anything, Qiao An had already spoken.
What's said can't be taken back.
Is it possible for someone to take back what they said?
What became of their Cinnabar Cloud Sword Sect then?
only...
Cao Zhengyang frowned deeply and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
These disciples really have no sense of propriety; they arrived too late, but he doesn't blame them.
If they hadn't arrived so late, they would have witnessed Xiao Ni's full-force attack.
If they had actually seen it, they would never have been so arrogant.
But now, it's too late to say anything.
All he could do was pray that he would win.
If we really lose, not only will the inheritance be lost, but even the people who originally belonged to the Cinnabar Cloud Sword Sect will be lost... This would be an absolute disgrace, a disgrace that even the good results achieved by Heaven-Gazing Ridge in the end could not undo.
But please...
We can't lose.
This time, Xiao Ni unleashed his most powerful abilities, even resorting to Secret Method without hesitation.
This Secret Method is not meant to be used continuously, as it would place a tremendous burden on the body.
But now, he can't care about that anymore.
He admitted that the person in front of him, judging by his aura alone, was a worthy opponent, but he absolutely could not allow the other party to win today.
Therefore, even making a small sacrifice is acceptable.
Pupil technique activated.
The Sword Intent was ferocious.
A dazzling golden light appeared between heaven and earth, like a sword piercing through the clouds in the secret realm, scattering a touch of holiness that did not belong to the human world.
As the Sword Qi energy surged, Qiao An raised an eyebrow with interest, took a small step forward, and assumed a fighting stance.
"Oh!"
With a soft shout, the two officially began their fight.
Qiao An was always extremely proud of her sword.
This pride grew even stronger after receiving instruction from Lin Xuan.
His master had praised his sword, saying it was the sharpest and most aggressive, possessing a sharpness that was difficult for ordinary people to match, which suited his personality.
Qiao An herself was also proud.
yes.
He knew he wasn't exactly a prodigy.
He knew his talent was average, far inferior to other prodigies, but so what?
He had done his best, striving for perfection within his capabilities. Qiao An had done his best, and that was enough.
Orphaned.
No worries or attachments.
Only One Sword.
It can sever the Milky Way and the passage of time.
It can slay immortals in the mortal realm.
This is Qiao An's greatest ambition.
He so longed to one day stand at the pinnacle, and so hoped that he could compete with other geniuses. For this reason, he never admitted defeat, nor did he let himself down because of his average talent.
He was true to himself.
Now, all the hardships and struggles have finally paid off.
A gust of wind brushed past his face, the clouds swayed, and the sword slashed down in that instant.
A soft, sharp sound, like a knife tip severing a strand of hair by the ear, cut through the air. The sound was so gentle that it was almost imperceptible. In the blink of an eye, the two Sword Qi clashed in mid-air.
boom!
A loud noise erupted.
Amidst the sound, Qiao An's gaze turned deep. He swung his sword and charged straight at Xiao Ni, aiming for his throat.
What he cultivated was a sword for killing.
Enter the fray, fight with all your might, show no mercy.
They won't leave any room for leniency.
Whether one can survive his sword depends entirely on the skill of the person opposite them.
certainly.
Whether he survives depends on his own abilities.
Having fought his way out of the horde of Demon Beast and arrived at the Cinnabar Cloud Sword Sect, Qiao An had long since entrusted his life to his sword.
This is a method of gambling with one's life.
Fighting for their lives.
The sword's edge grazed Xiao Ni's ear, his pupils dilated, and a look of disbelief suddenly appeared in his eyes.
The two figures intersected, then quickly separated.
Qiao An landed, a slightly pale smile appearing on her lips, and sheathed her sword.
Behind him, a figure collapsed with a thud.
At the same time, the Cinnabar Cloud Sword Sect, which had been silent for a long time, finally took a leisurely step forward.
The entire room fell silent.
Even Cao Zhengyang and the other man did not show any joy.
It wasn't that I wasn't surprised, it was that I was so surprised that I forgot how I should express myself!
Purple Firmament Palace, defeated!
After a nine-game winning streak, the final step brought it to an abrupt end.
Qiao An didn't even glance at Xiao Ni, who was still breathing, nor at Cao Zhengyang or the people from the Purple Firmament Palace. He turned to look at Lang Ping, his smile widening.
"I won."