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Jiang Xuan was taken aback and immediately felt a surge of tension.
He glanced around and noticed that the elder acting as the referee was still present, reassuring him that Qi Xiao wouldn’t dare to make a move in public. He let out a sigh of relief, puffed out his chest, and looked down his nose at others.
Hmph, was I wrong? If we were to do this again, I could definitely take you down in two moves!
Qi Xiao clicked his tongue and dug at his ear, feeling a twinge of regret. It seemed he had held back too much earlier, allowing this person to stand before him and boast. He cast a pitying glance at Jiang Xuan and sighed softly.
It appeared the old saying was true: the barking dog doesn’t bite, while the biting dog is often silent.
The young man’s face flushed with anger and embarrassment as he looked around, only to be met with laughter from the audience. Several disciples from Qingxuan Peak were even laughing so hard they were in tears.
Some people loved to brag but lacked any shame; losing was losing—why not just step down gracefully instead of making a fool of themselves?
What do you know? They’re direct disciples, looking down on us! They can come up with a thousand excuses for their loss but refuse to admit their own lack of strength.
Tsk tsk, not only lacking in strength but also in character—this is what they call direct disciples.
Jiang Xuan clenched his fists, trembling with rage, his eyes reddening. Qi Xiao and those disciples from Qingxuan Peak were truly going too far!
What a disgraceful bunch! Why don’t they just get off the stage already?
A sharp voice rang out, and Jiang Xuan turned to see a young man in a blue robe leading a group of over ten people toward him.
The young man at the forefront was tall and handsome, with high cheekbones and full lips, exuding an air of authority.
As Qi Xiao looked over, his gaze met that of the young man—cold and sharp, hiding a simmering anger.
Jiang Xuan rushed up to him and whispered "Senior Brother," only to receive a few reprimanding words in return.
With his head lowered like a quail, he joined the ranks behind the young man. Meanwhile, the young man glared coldly at Qi Xiao.
This is our humiliation; we at Qingmiao Peak will remember it and seek retribution in the future!
Qi Xiao raised an eyebrow and smiled as he waved at him.
Sure, sure! I hope Senior Brother Xu works hard; it would be unfortunate if you got eliminated before even facing me.
Xu Huai choked on his words and shot Qi Xiao a cold glare. Hmph! Sharp-tongued as always; let’s see if you can still smile then!
He waved his hand dismissively and led his group away.
As Qi Xiao stepped off the stage, Ji Linglong approached him and made a face in the direction where the Qingmiao Peak disciples had left.
Hmph! How annoying! If you can’t handle losing, don’t enter the competition! What’s with putting on airs after losing?
She glanced back at Jiang Xuan with mixed feelings of concern and awkwardness.
Xu Huai is not someone to be trifled with. You've offended him now; you'll regret it later.
Qi Xiao smiled, unfazed. If he's difficult to deal with, does that mean I'm easy to handle?
Ji Linglong clicked her tongue in annoyance, feeling foolish, and decided to distance herself.
As she approached the arena, she heard Yu Miaoyin's shouts from nearby. Qi Xiao glanced over, somewhat surprised.
Is Ye Xiuyuan competing over there? But aside from Yu Miaoyin, he didn't see any other disciples from the Qingjing Peak.
That certainly doesn't align with the usual behavior of those from Qingjing Peak!
At the edge of the arena, no matter how hard Yu Miaoyin cheered, it couldn't compare to the overwhelming presence on the other side.
In contrast, Yu Miaoyin seemed a bit pitiful, struggling alone against the tide.
However, that wasn't his concern. Qi Xiao shook his head and was about to turn away when something caught his eye, causing him to frown.
Ye Xiuyuan appeared weak and was likely at a disadvantage in terms of cultivation level. Yet now he faced a disciple who was a whole minor realm above him and not only held his ground but seemed to be handling the situation with ease.
Something's off; there must be something wrong!
Qi Xiao focused intently for a couple of seconds and noticed that the opposing disciple looked wary and exhibited some inexplicable movements.
For instance, even though there was no attack coming from behind him, he turned to defend himself. Meanwhile, Ye Xiuyuan was clearly attacking him right in front of him, yet he seemed completely oblivious.
It was only when a sharp sword nearly grazed him that he suddenly became aware and hurriedly dodged.
This behavior resembled an illusion technique.
The disciple fighting against him dodged left and right until he could no longer distinguish between reality and illusion, ultimately finding Ye Xiuyuan's sword at his throat and hastily conceding defeat.
The arena fell silent for a moment.
Ye Xiuyuan, at the initial stage of Foundation Establishment, had actually defeated someone at the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment! And he was still physically weak and suffering from a heart condition?
The onlookers couldn't believe their eyes; yet this scene unfolded right before them, undeniable and real.
Yu Miaoyin cheered loudly and rushed onto the stage to embrace him, causing Ye Xiuyuan to smile shyly in return.
He cupped his hands toward the defeated disciple, expressing utmost humility and attributing his victory to luck.
The other disciple had nothing more to say and quickly waved his hand in dismissal. "Don't say that; I lost willingly."
He hung his head in dejection. "Your sword techniques are too exquisite; I couldn't match you. I'm fully aware of the gap between us."
His words left the spectators outside in even deeper shock. The mid-stage Foundation Establishment disciple had openly admitted that he couldn't defeat Ye Xiuyuan?
This silenced those who thought that Ye Xiuyuan had won by luck.
They looked at him with a hint of inexplicable admiration in their eyes, a kind of reverence for strength. Ye Xiuyuan felt a bit guilty, but then he reminded himself that he had indeed won this match on his own merit. Although he had used an illusion technique, the rules of the competition hadn’t stated that it was prohibited.
These disciples had lost simply because they were too inexperienced to see through his tricks. With this thought, he straightened his chest and began to relish the looks of admiration and respect directed at him. He couldn’t help but feel a bit elated as he glanced toward the crowd and caught sight of Qi Xiao, a smug smile creeping onto his lips. As for Qi Xiao, he would soon be one of his defeated opponents!
Noticing Ye Xiuyuan's gaze, Qi Xiao smiled faintly, his eyes cold. He turned away without saying much.
Yu Miaoyin followed Ye Xiuyuan's line of sight but found nothing amiss. "Junior Brother, what were you looking at just now?"
Ye Xiuyuan smiled shyly and replied, "Oh, nothing much. I just think winning feels really good."
And he could keep winning!
On the other side, Yu Feng also swiftly finished off his opponent, and the disciple recording the results looked at him with both surprise and doubt. "Wow, when did Qingxuan Peak produce such a powerhouse? He even defeated someone from a higher cultivation level so decisively!"
Even the elders nearby smiled with approval as they regarded Yu Feng with newfound appreciation. However, he had no intention of lingering. The longer he stayed on stage, the more uneasy he felt. He gave a perfunctory bow to the audience below and leaped off the arena.
Aside from him, every other arena was filled with exciting matches. Several elders stood on the high platform overlooking the entire venue, nodding in approval, clearly impressed.
This batch of disciples was truly remarkable; each had their own unique skills. It seemed that this year's Sect Competition would be something to look forward to. The Sect Leader smiled slightly, clearly pleased with what he saw.
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