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In the afternoon, the atmosphere in the training arena felt somewhat strange. This was due to the fact that the second match of the day was between Ye Xiuyuan and Qi Xiao. Even those disciples who were not well-informed could immediately connect the dots when they heard about the incident involving harm to fellow sect members; their reactions were filled with sighs and pity.
Most of the disciples felt a sense of sympathy. Ye Xiuyuan was frail and had low cultivation; how could he possibly stand against the rising star, Qi Xiao? This match was bound to be a one-sided affair. It was bad enough to be beaten, but to face a fellow senior brother who had once been ruthless towards him made it all the more unfortunate. In that moment, everyone felt that Ye Xiuyuan was exceptionally unlucky.
As the elder called out names, Ye Xiuyuan stepped onto the stage with a pained expression. He managed a forced smile and cupped his hands in greeting towards Qi Xiao, requesting his guidance. After a brief pause, he cautiously added that he hoped his senior brother would show some mercy since he knew he was no match for him.
Qi Xiao raised an eyebrow and smiled slightly, though his eyes remained indifferent. Ye Xiuyuan's expression darkened momentarily, jealousy flickering in his gaze, but he quickly suppressed any unusual emotions.
With three loud strikes of the gong, the match officially began. Aware of his inferior strength, Ye Xiuyuan pretended to defend himself with a couple of sword moves before chanting a spell to cast an illusion on Qi Xiao. In the next moment, he clearly saw Qi Xiao's movements slow for just an instant. A wave of immense joy washed over him, nearly overwhelming him.
Ha ha ha! Heaven was on his side; Qi Xiao had actually fallen for it! With this opportunity, he would not hold back in striking back hard.
As they fought on stage, voices from below varied greatly. Although Qi Xiao had a poor reputation, he was undeniably powerful; expelling him from their ranks and taking in someone like Ye Xiuyuan—a sickly weakling—seemed like throwing away a watermelon to pick up a sesame seed. If he were Master Hanying, he would have regretted it long ago.
Hmph! What kind of person is Master Hanying? Has she not seen her fair share of prodigies? She values character above all else! Besides, who says Qi Xiao is guaranteed to win? Until the very end of the match, who can say for certain?
Hmph! A stubborn duck refusing to admit defeat! The gap between these two is so vast; isn’t it obvious who will win or lose? Although Ye Xiuyuan might be having a rough time, on the arena, strength reigns supreme—weakness must be acknowledged.
Although many people felt sympathy for him, no one expected much from him given the vast disparity in strength. However, the tide soon began to turn.
At first, the two on stage exchanged blows evenly, but quickly, Qi Xiao began to show signs of distress. His movements became sluggish, his strikes hesitant, as if some unseen force was attacking him from all sides.
Ah!
Ye Xiuyuan's sword tip grazed Qi Xiao's neck, almost inflicting a wound. Despite being just a hair's breadth away, this thrilling moment elicited gasps from the crowd.
Look! Qi Xiao seems to be struggling; several times he couldn't react in time and nearly got hurt. Could it be that Ye Xiuyuan's strength is truly this formidable?
Even Master Han Ying had mentioned that Qi Xiao was exceptionally gifted. If not for his heart ailment, he might have become a legendary figure. Elder Ye had been diligently searching for medicine to cure his condition, and now with Master Han Ying's guidance, it wouldn't be surprising if he had improved.
As this thought lingered, the speaker felt a twinge of uncertainty. Such a significant gap in realms couldn't be explained by talent alone. Yet the absurd scene before them seemed to defy explanation beyond mere talent. The crowd could only watch with half-belief.
Ye Xiuyuan stood on stage, somewhat bewildered. Just moments ago, he had managed to almost injure Qi Xiao but had been inexplicably evaded. Perhaps it was merely coincidence.
Listening to the praises from below, Ye Xiuyuan felt his tension ease considerably. It didn't matter; he was impressive in his own right. If not for his heart ailment dragging him down, he wouldn't have remained nameless for so many years. Now that he had received teachings from his master, it was only natural that he would be somewhat stronger than others.
Ye Xiuyuan continued to reassure himself as his movements grew increasingly fierce. However, regardless of whether his strikes were swift or slow, they failed to harm Qi Xiao in the slightest. Every attack directed at Qi Xiao felt like hitting cotton—completely ineffective.
A thin sheen of sweat appeared on Ye Xiuyuan's forehead as anxiety crept into his heart. Even his once fluid and sharp swordplay began to reveal numerous flaws.
Below the stage, Ji Linglong raised an eyebrow slightly.
Others might not know, but she was acutely aware of the truth. Ye Xiuyuan's meager cultivation relied solely on illusions to achieve victory by chance. This tactic might work against others, but against Qi Xiao, it held no chance of success at all.
She did not believe that he could deceive Qi Xiao with mere illusions.
She crossed her arms, waiting to see the drama unfold. As expected, Qi Xiao seemed to have seen something in the illusion, and in his haste to defend himself, he opened his heart's gate.
Ye Xiuyuan felt a surge of joy in his heart, revealing a hint of ferocity. Just as he was about to stab Qi Xiao in the heart, with victory within reach, the tip of his sword, barely an inch away from its target, was suddenly caught. No matter how hard Ye Xiuyuan tried to push forward, he found it impossible to advance even a fraction.
What is going on?
Ye Xiu raised his head angrily and suddenly saw Qi Xiao, who appeared dazed, quietly staring at him. His heart skipped a beat, a sense of unease creeping in. The next moment, he saw Qi Xiao curl his lips into a faint smile.
I thought you were something special; is this all you've got?
Qi Xiao flicked the sword's body with his fingers, and a powerful wave of spiritual energy immediately surged forth, shaking Ye Xiuyuan's heart and causing his blood to surge. His hands went slightly numb from the impact.
He flew backward, nearly falling off the stage. Using all his strength, he grabbed the edge of the platform to prevent himself from tumbling down completely, his body swaying precariously.
With a loud thud, the sharp sword landed right in front of him.
Ye Xiuyuan glared up with resentment. He was determined to make Qi Xiao pay for this.
With both hands bracing against the platform, he was about to pull himself up when he saw Qi Xiao leisurely walk over to him.
Observing Ye Xiuyuan's trembling fingers turning pale, Qi Xiao tilted his head slightly and looked down at him. Then he kicked Ye Xiuyuan's hand aside and said nonchalantly, "You're bound to lose sooner or later; why struggle so desperately?"
Ye Xiuyuan felt humiliated and furious, unable to hold back his roar.
"Qi Xiao!"
Qi Xiao lazily replied, "I know you've lost; no need to shout so loudly."
Ye Xiuyuan fell awkwardly to the ground, covered in dust and dirt. He wanted to say something more but was silenced by Qi Xiao's words.
Many gazes around them fell upon him, accompanied by countless whispers.
Ye Xiuyuan's face flushed with embarrassment; he had never felt so humiliated before—all thanks to that damned Qi Xiao.
Grinding his teeth, he suddenly changed his expression. He looked up at Qi Xiao, struggling with a mix of reluctance and a hint of grievance in his eyes.
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