Off the stage, Wu Zongming turned his head and said to Ye Chen, “Ye Chen, you are about to face Brother Feng, be careful! His movement art is way more powerful than he makes it look.”
“I know, don’t worry.” Among all the people in the crowd, Ye Chen saw it more clearly than anyone else. However, about the movement art, he really did not have to worry about his opponent.
In the seventh round of battles, Wu Zongming, Zhang Haoran and Huang Bingwen had all lost. Wu Zongming and Huang Bingwen had lost because they were not as powerful as the opponents and Zhang Haoran had lost because he encountered the “Ghost Sword” Li Kuang who was one of the top ten inner disciples.
Li Kuang had totally lived upto his reputation. With just one sword movement, he had beaten Zhang Haoran.
Technically, the power gap between the two was almost ignorable, Zhang Haoran was also one of the top geniuses in the Sky Cloud Martial School who was not easily beaten. But this time, he could only blame his lack of luck. Li Kuang was famous for his unpredictable sword arts, if there was even a tiny gap between him and his opponent, then his opponent would have no chance to avoid his sword attack. That one sword movement was almost inevitable.
Zhang Haoran who had lost the battle kept staring at Li Kuang, he could not believe that he failed to take one attack.
Li Kuang turned around, while he was walking down the stage, he said casually, “Train for another year.”
“Below the core disciples, brother Li Kuang is the No.1 sword artist.”
“Now that I have time to think about it, I think that one sword attack was too scary, it was way too fast for our eyes and senses to follow. Although it was incredibly fast, somehow it gave people an illusion that it was too slow. If it was me, I think I will just go crazy on the spot.”
“Brother Li is indeed very powerful, but you guys, look over there.” An inner disciple pointed at another platform, there were two people on there prepared to battle.
The rest of the inner disciples started their quiet chatter.
“It is the ‘Two Spears’ Brother Dong Haohua who is No.9 of the top ten inner disciples. Who is his opponent? How come I’ve never seen him before?”
“Me neither.”
“He seems to have come out of nowhere. Is there someone like him among the inner disciples?”
On a platform.
A teenage boy with no expression had his right hand on his sword, he took it out and waved it in the air.
Swoosh!
Six sword light flashed out, covering Dong Haohua’s whole body.
Dong Haohua smiled with confidence, waved both of his spears from left to right. The spear shadows shattered the sword light without any effort, and it did not stop there. It attacked towards his opponent.
All of a sudden.
Dong Haohua froze where he was, he looked down, and noticed there was a huge tear in his clothes on his chest, there was blood all over it.
“I lost. What is your name?” Dong Haohua knew, if it wasn’t for his opponent letting him live, he would be long dead by now. But what he did not understand was that he had already shattered the six sword shadows, then how did he get attacked?
“Li Yun!”
Leaving only two words, the teenager without any expression left the stage.
“Beating the No.9 inner disciple brother Dong Haohua with only one sword movement! How unbelievable! Since when did we have this kind of character among the inner disciples?”
“Even brother Dong had been beaten with just one sword attack, this Li Yun could probably compete with brother Li Kuang. I just don’t know who would have the better sword arts.”
Not far away, Li Kuang squeezed his eyes, staring at Li Yun’s back.
Finally, there was one member of the top ten inner disciples who had been beaten. A lot of the inner disciples who had lost hope were now expecting to see a second one, and then a third...
Soon.
At the group eight platform, someone else had beaten the No.10 inner disciple “Iron Legs” Song Fei.
Although Song Fei was only the tenth rank inner disciple among the top ten inner disciples, it was only because of his head-on battling style.
His opponent was also someone training leg arts, with only three kicks, he had beaten Song Fei. The first kick shattered Song Fei’s kick shadows, the second kick had broken Song Fei’s defensive Zhen Qi, and the third and the last kick was only a gentle touch on Song Fei’s chest, which left a deep foot step. It looked effortless and very gentle, but it was indeed opposite to that.
If it was only that, it would not be this shocking for him to win. The inner disciple who had beaten Song Fei was called Tie Feng, he was nineteen years’ old which was pretty old for an inner disciple. He was commonly regarded as a hard worker with limited talent. But this time, his battle style had completely changed, it was like a moth that had turned into a butterfly.
“This young man is a late bloomer!”