Sang Ying Faces Su Fuyun

The fighting platform was much higher than the spectator seats. Su Fuyun stood on the platform and looked at Ten Thousand Daos Born's disciples not far away, but as expected, he did not find Sang Ying's figure among them.

The Azure Feather Sect elder standing next to the third arena where she was silently frowned, and impatience slowly crept onto his face.

Su Fuyun recognized the man; his surname seemed to be Luo. It was this man's disciple who had led them to Swan Courtyard that day. Not long after, they were slinked out of the academy.

If Su Fuyun didn't understand what had happened at first, just looking at Elder Luo being sent to act as the referee now, he knew that this person must have offended the sect leader. The incident at Swan Courtyard was probably one of his methods to confront the Sect Master Jimo.

Unfortunately, she was unlucky and happened to run into the line of fire.

Bad luck? Su Fuyun chewed on these words, letting out a muffled groan.

"Is Ten Thousand Daos Born Sang Ying here? Ten Thousand Daos Born Sang Ying?" Elder Luo repeated several times, but no one appeared. His face darkened. "There are only ten breaths left before the competition begins. If Ten Thousand Daos Born Sang Ying does not appear, she will be considered to have forfeited!"

As soon as Elder Luo raised his voice, chaos immediately broke out on Ten Thousand Daos Born's side.

Dong Fuzhu was the first to jump out and retort, "This elder must be mistaken; there's still a quarter of an hour before the competition begins!"

Anyone can tell how big the difference is between a quarter of an hour and ten breaths.

Rebuked by this rebuttal, Elder Luo's expression darkened further. "The dueling arena has its rules. The opponent has already stepped onto the stage, but the other has yet to arrive. In my opinion, this Sang Ying is probably running away out of fear! I've already shown you, Ten Thousand Daos Born, face by giving her ten breaths. You juniors should refrain from further disputes!"

If it were someone else, Elder Luo might have been more lenient, but the moment he saw the three large characters "Ten Thousand Daos Born" at the back of the list, all that remained in his heart was malice.

He could never forget why he, a dignified elder of a major clan, was forced to act as a referee.

Both the Sect Master Jimo and Ten Thousand Daos Born were people he utterly despised.

Now that he had seized the opportunity, Elder Luo naturally wouldn't let it go easily.

Seeing that Ten Thousand Daos Born's other disciples seemed unwilling to let the matter rest and still had something to say, Elder Luo waved his long sleeves and said loudly, "No need for further words. I will wait for ten breaths. If no one appears after ten breaths, then the Mara Gate has won this round!"

He forcefully suppressed the doubts of those around him and actually began counting under the eager gazes of Dong Fuzhu and her entourage.

"One two three..."

The numbers that came out of Elder Luo's mouth one by one sounded like death knells to Bai Kejin and the others.

Dong Fuzhu was on the verge of tears, constantly tugging at her old friend's sleeve. "You have to think of something, Lan Fusheng! Your senior sister went to see the injured junior brothers and sisters, she can't possibly get back so quickly!"

"Don't worry, I already sent someone to look for Senior Sister. She should be back soon, so she'll be fine." Lan Fusheng could only reassure her friend for the time being.

It was quite a coincidence. According to the original plan, Sang Ying's competition shouldn't have started this early. It's just that the person ranked ahead of her had some kind of mishap during his cultivation last night and withdrew as soon as he stepped onto the stage.

Therefore, Sang Ying's match was forced to be brought forward.

Fortunately, Lan Fusheng was quick-witted. After realizing that sending a message to Sang Ying was ineffective, he quickly arranged for someone to go and find her. The rest of them had no choice but to stay and wait.

But Bai Kejin was unwilling to wait idly like that. He brandished his longsword and said, "I'll go find my senior sister."

Only at this moment did he dare to openly call Sang Ying" Senior Sister".

Lan Fusheng stopped him, saying, "Why are you going to join in the fun? Your next competition is coming up soon, and if you run away again, I'll have to send people to look for you!"

This is only the preliminary round; if you are disqualified, there will be no way to recover.

"Stop arguing, you two!" Dong Fuzhu exclaimed, "The tribunal elder has already counted to eight!"

As if startled by her words, everyone hurriedly turned to look towards the direction of the third dueling arena. The next second, they heard Elder Luo, with his unfriendly expression, casually utter, "Nine..."

Everyone's hearts jumped into their throats.

The moment the word "cross" was uttered even slightly, Dong Fuzhu's eyes dimmed.

Su Fuyun on the stage slightly curled her lips. She thought of how many talented disciples of Yao Zhou she had taken away for this competition, and she also thought of the painful look on their faces when they learned that they had no talent and had become useless.

She used 30% of her luck today; how could she not overpower Sang Ying?

She couldn't help but smile, already preparing to enjoy the fruits of her easily won victory.

"Zheng"

A crisp sound rang out from the dueling platform as a spirit sword, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, pierced straight into the platform, stopping just before Elder Luo's tenth breath ended.

The female cultivator in blue robes gracefully approached, and the spirit sword on the dueling platform obediently returned to its master's hand.

"The Ten Thousand Daos Born the Sang Ying, here it is," the female cultivator said softly.

As soon as she finished speaking, cheers erupted from Ten Thousand Daos Born's resting area on the other side.

For every one party rejoices, the other is naturally disappointed.

Elder Luo, his face grim, roared, "Ten Thousand Daos Born Sang Ying, you are no longer qualified to participate in the competition! Leave the arena immediately! This time, Su Fuyun of the Mara Gate has won!"

"Is that so?" Sang Ying raised an eyebrow. "But I seem to recall that according to the rules, the elder should wait for me for a quarter of an hour. May I ask if there was a quarter of an hour earlier?"

"If the elder thinks that this disciple has misremembered, why don't we go and ask the Sect Master Jimo for the truth?" And it would be obvious who the other party would ultimately side with.

When the Sect Master Jimo was brought up, Elder Luo swallowed back the words that were stuck in his throat.

Although he was unaware of the relationship between Sang Ying and the sect leader, he knew that if the two of them confronted each other, he would definitely not be the one who would come out on top.

It should be noted that although he had covered up his previous misdeeds, the Sect Master Jimo still easily caught him red-handed.

The sect leader even personally visited him to warn him that if he caused any more trouble during his time as a referee, he could forget about the title of elder.

Elder Luo wanted to argue, but he had offended the Jimo Household too badly before. Those who had supported his power grab had all been taught a lesson and refused to associate with him anymore. Now, he was in a situation where he could not stand alone.

After weighing the pros and cons, Elder Luo had no choice but to swallow his anger and announced, "Now that both sides have arrived, the competition shall officially begin!"

"During the competition, the two sides can only touch each other briefly. The match will continue until one side is knocked off the platform or is unable to stand up."

After briefly explaining the rules, Elder Luo gave the space to Sang Ying and her companion.

These two long-time rivals, who had harbored resentment for a long time, finally had the opportunity to face off once again.

"Long time no see, junior sister. Congratulations on healing your Dantian." Su Fuyun revealed her white silk Law Artifact and took the initiative to greet her.

Sang Ying's gaze swept over the Law Artifact in her hand and then landed on her face, which was still veiled.

"Yes, my Dantian is healed, but it looks like your face hasn't fully recovered yet." After a long time, Sang Ying had also learned to step on people's sore spots.

As expected, Su Fuyun's eyes flashed with anger again as soon as Sang Ying mentioned this matter.