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A peach branch pressed against the Martial Artist's throat; an inch further, and he would have bled on the spot.
"Gulp—" The man swallowed.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... Did I... Did I scare you...?"
Jiang Chulong quickly retracted her sword and bowed in apology.
"...."
The scene was first quiet, then it erupted into an uncontrollable fervor.
That Mystic Core Martial Artist was not an unknown; he was an Executioner with rich Jianghu experience.
That little girl finished it with just one sword strike?
...
"Sword Intent?!"
On the high platform, the Elders of Hengyun Sword City slammed their tables, their eyes bursting with intense light.
Judging by her age, she was at most fourteen or fifteen.
From ancient times until now, they had never heard of anyone comprehending Sword Intent at such a young age.
Moreover, this little girl's swordplay had no trace of artificiality; it was naturally formed, as if sculpted by the divine craftsmanship of the heavens.
Such talent.
If she were to touch the Hengyun Sword Scar...
"Does she have a Master?"
"So what if she does? Which Sword Great Master in Yunzhou do I not know?"
"That's right, it's better for us to guide this child. If her Master objects, we'll go and reason with him together!"
The Elders of Hengyun Sword City, all of whom were at least Outer Scenery Realm old men, clamored.
But suddenly, an Elder who had been silent said:
"I seem to have... seen her at Tianshan Sword Manor."
The Elders fell silent.
....
"Junior Brother Bai, do you want to swap opponents with me?"
Cao Mu asked solemnly; he was a sword fanatic, and almost all of the younger generation in Yunzhou had been sought out by him for sparring.
"I don't want to fight her either, but..."
Bai Jinghong looked at Li Mo and Ying Bing on the stage, gritting his teeth:
"She'll still be left to me!"
"So resolute?"
Wu Chushu was startled, seemingly looking at Bai Jinghong in a new light.
He had thought Bai Jinghong had become timid and cowardly.
He didn't expect him to still have some backbone.
.....
"Amazing, Chu Long."
Li Mo gave a thumbs up in her direction.
Then he turned his head to look at his opponent.
It was a young, delicate girl, who was currently looking at him with excitement, her eyes sparkling with little hearts.
"Jiang Chen... Brother Jiang Chen."
".....Actually, my name is Li Mo."
"Okay, Brother Jiang Chen, could you sign an autograph for me?"
"Ah?"
After signing the autograph, the young female Martial Artist directly jumped off the stage.
Li Mo: "...."
No, at least exchange a few moves!
I came to compete in the Sword Trial of the World, not to hold an autograph session!
Forget it.
This situation shouldn't last too long.
After all, standing on the arena meant gaining the qualification to enter the Sword Tower and observe the Hengyun Sword Scar.
.......
Ying Bing's situation was a bit different.
One could only say this was a difference in character setting.
After all, in "The Overbearing Female Emperor Falls in Love with Me," Jiang Chen was a gentle gentleman, with a bit of a naive side.
Liu Wuyan, on the other hand, was the opposite.
"It is my honor to spar with the Snow Moon Empress!"
"Even if I die in defeat, I will have no regrets!"
The one who ascended the stage was a Guan Shen Realm Three Apertures Martial Artist.
He was generous and serious, as if his opponent truly was a Martial Emperor.
Ying Bing: "...."
She said nothing, lightly raising Heavenly Frost, which was still in its scabbard, signaling for the opponent to make his move.
That person indeed had some skill.
As soon as he drew his sword, there was the momentum of surging waves, the sword light dazzling and ever-changing.
Anyone who saw it couldn't help but exclaim, 'What good swordplay.'
The Raging Waves Sword Art, a superior sword art, was used by this person to Perfection, having grasped its true essence.
Not far away, Li Mo shook his head slightly: frёewebnoѵēl.com
"Twelve flaws."
Amidst the surging waves.
A point of cold light struck, overbearing and severe, like a heavenly tribulation.
This sword made it difficult for anyone to entertain any thought of resistance.
As the sword light spread, the man's Face turned pale, and he plopped down onto the ground.
Sweat pouring down, he finally saw clearly the person opposite him.
The girl's sword had not even left its scabbard.
Just a starting stance, and he felt as if facing an immortal deity, breaking down without an attack.
A starting stance can also be called a starting posture.
It was unclear if this counted as exchanging a move, but what was undeniable was... this cold and aloof girl was terrifyingly strong.
Jiang Chulong's talent was astonishing, while Ying Bing was terrifyingly strong, strong to an utterly unreasonable degree.
....
"What kind of Sword Qi, Sword Intent!"
"What kind of sword art is she practicing? It doesn't look like an ultimate skill..."
Crack—
The Elders slammed their tables again.
CRAACK!
The table, made of azure-gold stone, let out a mournful cry, developing cracks, and then collapsed with a crash.
It was clear they were very shocked.
It was also clear that Outer Scenery Realm experts had really strong grip strength.
....
"Cough... Old Cao."
Wu Chushu scratched his chin and said:
"How about... we swap?"
"Good!"
Cao Mu, the sword fanatic, agreed without hesitation.
"Good, then I'll spar with that Jiang... Li Mo."
Wu Chushu finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He didn't have to Face Ying Bing and Jiang Chulong anymore; his Face was saved.
Wu Chushu, having survived a close call, was completely unaware that Bai Jinghong was leaning back strategically, his gaze instantly becoming respectful and awed.
"What's wrong, Xiao Bai?"
"Nothing, oh right, do you have anything you can't let go of? You can entrust it to me."
"Hmm?"
Wu Chushu was puzzled, looking up at the stage.
But he saw the white-clad ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) youth, seemingly annoyed by signing too many autographs, take out a wooden board from a sumaru object, write and draw on it, and then display it:
'Challengers who come on stage and give their all, a hundred taels reward.'
'Those who defeat me, ten thousand taels reward.'
Seeking a beating with heavy rewards?
Immediately, the crowd erupted in an uproar.
Ten thousand taels of gold, not silver, was a considerable fortune even for a Guan Shen Realm expert.
Martial Artists without background were all short on money.
"What is Junior Brother Li doing?" Shen Yunfei, standing on the arena, was immediately confused.
The Martial Artists on the arena all hoped to preserve their strength as much as possible.
After all, no one could claim to withstand a prolonged battle, and even though the sword trial only lasted during the day, they couldn't recover their losses at night.
Could it be that Junior Brother Li, like him, hadn't intended to stand until the end?
Even Zhong Zhenyue from the adjacent arena couldn't help but turn his head.
"A hundred taels reward? Is it real or fake?"
"Brother Jiang... Li Mo is feeling too sore from signing so many autographs?"
"I've wanted to challenge him for a long time, but I just couldn't find an opportunity!"
"Hmph, pretty boy, I'm coming!"
A rather burly man stepped onto the stage; he held a large halberd, his upper body bare, muscles bulging.
Gangdou Sect Disciples adhered to the principle of fighting like a man!
They most disliked those pretentious individuals.
"Gangdou Sect?"
Li Mo recognized the incoming person's style.
Instantly, he analyzed that the opponent was a body-tempering Martial Artist, and the best way to deal with him was to max out Extreme Soldier Slaughtering Body.
But that way.....
Cough! The main thing was that he wouldn't be able to temper himself!
Thinking about how he was about to act... display his humble skills as a swordsman in front of all the heroes of Yunzhou, he felt a little excited.
"That's right, Tie Qi is my Elder Brother!"
The big man said proudly.
Li Mo smiled, flicked his robe, his posture graceful and free, and made a 'please' gesture:
"Then let's stop before causing serious harm."
Xiao Li's hands were itching, eager to draw his sword!
....
