Hidden Depths

After Sang Ying said this, the entire martial arts academy fell silent.

Even Hong Yan was momentarily stunned, as if she couldn't believe that the young lady of the White Dragon Tribe would say such a thing.

Hong Yan paused, suppressing a laugh, "Young Miss, do you know what you're saying? You think you can take back the Martial Academy?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the other Red Dragon Clan in the Martial Academy burst into laughter, their laughter filled with mockery towards Sang Ying.

Sang Ying ignored this and just stared intently at Hong Yan: "What, Young Master Hong, are you afraid?"

"Tch!" Hong Yan smirked. "Don't joke around. Your reverse psychology won't work. I'd agree to this with anyone else, but you should just forget it. I'm afraid if I hurt you, your mother will come knocking on my door and yell at me again!"

That last sentence was probably a reprimand of Hong Miao before criticizing Madam Lanxin.

Upon hearing this, the crowd burst into laughter again, and some even boldly shouted, "Young lady of the White Dragon Tribe should go home and find herself a good husband!"

In an instant, the entire Red Dragon Clan of the Martial Academy was plunged into a sea of joy, and even Hong Yan couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth into a smile.

Suddenly, the laughter in the martial arts academy stopped abruptly, because the young man who had been urging Sang Ying to go back to find her husband had been knocked to the ground at some point!

The young man was laughing happily when suddenly his vision blurred and he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen.

By the time he came to his senses, he had already been slammed to the ground. A deep crater was smashed into the stone floor beneath him, which looked far more frightening than when Hong Yan had attacked him earlier.

The beaten youth's companions quickly helped him up. The Red Dragon Clan could no longer laugh; they simply stood silently behind their young master, watching Sang Ying with wary eyes.

"How did she do that?" someone whispered in the crowd.

"I don't know, I didn't see it clearly at all!" someone immediately replied.

Sang Ying leisurely brushed off imaginary dust from her hands, raised her eyes, and asked lightly, "Now, do I have the right to compete with Young Master Hong for a courtyard?"

Hong Yan's face was cold, her eyes revealing hostility. "It seems I was blind and didn't discover Miss Bai's hidden talents!"

He waved to his people, dismissing them from the arena. No one dared disobey their young master's order, and they obediently retreated to the ground, but none of them left.

Their gazes were fixed on the two people on the stage, seemingly eagerly anticipating their match.

However, what they were even more looking forward to was seeing Hong Yan defeat Sang Ying.

"Let me make this clear from the start: I'm not one to hold back when I strike. If I hurt you, Miss, don't blame me, your White Dragon Tribe." Hong Yan spoke first, threateningly.

Sang Ying replied, "That's what I wanted to say too."

Hong Yan scoffed coldly, without replying.

With a wave of her hand, Sang Ying revealed the sword that had accompanied her in battle for many years. The fierce, bloodthirsty aura emanating from the sword sent chills down the spines of those below the arena.

Upon seeing this, Hong Yan remarked sarcastically, "Young Miss's sword is quite nice, it's just a pity..." that it has chosen the wrong master.

Sang Ying ignored his rambling and simply raised her sword at him. "Where's your weapon?"

Hong Yan said, "To deal with you, I don't need to use swords; my fists will suffice."

Sang Ying frowned as she listened, but it didn't matter; she could always force this person to take out a weapon.

With a flash of light from the longsword, Sang Ying thrust forward. Hong Yan fearlessly met the attack, believing he could easily wrest the sword from Sang Ying's hand.

But Sang Ying was unexpectedly agile. Not to mention the sword, Hong Yan couldn't even touch the hem of her clothes for a moment. On the contrary, if he wasn't careful, he would be injured by a sword that appeared out of nowhere.

Wiping away the tiny beads of blood that had appeared on her arm, Hong Yan felt as if she were being toyed with like a mouse.

Dragon Race are known for their incredibly strong bodies; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say they have skin of bronze and bones of iron. Ordinary swords and blades cannot harm them in the slightest, and since Sang Ying's sword can cut through his flesh, it can certainly pierce his bones as well.

But the other party didn't do that; they just scratched him little by little, which made Hong Yan feel both powerless and angry.

What's even more infuriating is that he can't catch the other person at all!

Not wanting to continue this entanglement, Hong Yan planned to use all his strength to finish the battle quickly. Sang Ying probably had the same idea. When Hong Yan launched another heavy punch, Sang Ying's sword slashed fiercely at his arm.

At that moment, Hong Yan suddenly had a premonition that if he didn't take out his weapon soon, he might really lose his hand!

Before he could think any further, his body reacted first, pulling a halberd from his Storage Bag.

The sound of clashing weapons was extremely piercing. The audience below quickly covered their ears and looked over, only to see that Sang Ying and her companion's weapons had collided violently.

"Young Master Hong, haven't you taken out your weapon?" Sang Ying's face was devoid of any smile, but Hong Yan could detect a hint of teasing in her eyes.

But at this moment, Hong Yan couldn't care less about being angry; he was filled with nothing but relief. He was glad he hadn't been reckless, otherwise, if Sang Ying had struck him with her sword, he would have really suffered.

The two quickly separated, and the audience could only see two streaks of light constantly intertwining and separating, with the sounds of clashing weapons ringing out continuously.

When the two of them stopped again, everyone saw their young master lying on the ground in a sorry state, with Sang Ying's sword just an inch from his throat.

If Sang Ying had simply pushed her sword forward a little, the dragon Hong Yan might never have existed.

"Young Master!" "Young Master, be careful!"

Those below were extremely anxious, fearing that Sang Ying might accidentally kill Hong Yan.

However, their worries were unnecessary. Sang Ying held the sword steadily and asked, "Have you admitted defeat?"

Hong Yan turned her face away. "I admit defeat."

He spoke those two words with difficulty, as if he were squeezing them out from between his teeth.

However, Sang Ying didn't care about any of that, as long as he admitted defeat.

The longsword was quickly sheathed, and Hong Yan slowly stood up from the ground.

"Since you've lost, this martial academy belongs to my White Dragon Tribe from this day forward." Sang Ying's voice wasn't loud, but it was just loud enough for everyone in the academy to hear clearly.

None of the Crimson Red Dragon Clan dared to utter a sound, after all, their strongest young master had been defeated by the other side.

Although the Red Dragon Clan has a bad temper and is somewhat reckless, they are still very trustworthy.

After Hong Yan lost, they quickly packed their things and left the martial arts academy.

Before leaving, Hong Yan couldn't help but whisper to Sang Ying, "Your mother was right, Xuan Jingshan is not good enough for you."

Sang Ying raised an eyebrow upon hearing this. "I already knew that."

Upon hearing this, Hong Yan suddenly laughed. It was at this moment that Bai Qinglong of the White Dragon Tribe truly caught his eye.