“Brother Chen, Qin Feng is the son of the landlord, so he has a high status. He won’t go on stage for this kind of competition, probably because he’s afraid of getting hurt.”
Ling Xue then continued with David’s words!
David nodded. A spoiled rich kid who is afraid of everything like this won’t achieve much in the future.
Just then, a bell rang in the center of the square, three long notes and two short notes, marking the start of the meeting.
Sacred Sword City Leader slowly stood up, his voice echoing throughout the square through spiritual energy: “Once in a century, the Sacred Sword Tournament! We gather here today to hone our swordsmanship and perfect our skills!”
I hereby reaffirm three unshakable rules: First, magic and magical artifacts are prohibited; only swordsmanship was important. Second, every fight ends when the opponent has made his move; death is the responsibility of the individual. Third, in the arena, the winner reigns supreme!
“Now, please welcome the participants from each sect to enter the arena!”
As soon as the city leader finished speaking, the light curtain at the entrance slowly opened, and disciples from various sects stepped onto the arena one by one.
There were a total of 64 participants, divided into 32 groups, who competed in pairs, with the winners advancing to the next round.
David’s name was placed in the tenth group, and his opponent was a disciple of the Liuyun Sect with a cultivation level of the third level of the Earth Immortal Realm.
“David, be careful. The Flowing Cloud Sect’s ‘Thirteen Forms of Flowing Clouds’ is famous for its speed.” Mo Chen appeared beside David and whispered a warning.
David nodded: “Don’t worry, Master.”
As he stepped into the ring, murmurs rose from the crowd below.
“They’re participants from the Sword Sect? They look very young.”
“I heard that he is at the eighth rank of the Loose Immortal Realm. Among those sixty-four people, his cultivation level is probably the lowest, right?”
“Wang Chong of the Liuyun Sect is a level three Earth Immortal. This round was probably predictable.”
Seeing David step onto the stage, Wang Chong smiled confidently as he cupped his hands, saying, “I am Wang Chong of the Liuyun Sect. May I ask your name, Brother?”
“David.”
Two simple words: not humble and not arrogant.
A glimmer of dissatisfaction flashed in Wang Chong’s eyes. He felt David was too arrogant, so he didn’t say anything else. He drew his long sword and it turned into a beam of light, piercing towards David’s heart: “Take this!”
The sword light was like water, fleeting and unpredictable; it was the opening movement of “Thirteen Forms of Flowing Clouds,” “Clouds That Drive Out the Setting Sun.”
The audience below only saw a white shadow flash past, and Wang Chong’s sword was already in front of David, but David still stood where he was, as if he had not yet reacted.
“It’s over, David will most likely lose!”
“Isn’t that too presumptuous? Not even drawing your sword?”
FAQ Novel
Q: Why does David stand out among the Sword Sect disciples?
A: David stands out because he wears a faded blue cloth robe, unlike the other Sword Sect disciples who wear white robes.
Q: How does Zhao Jingfeng from Divine Sword Manor view David and the Sword Sect?
A: Zhao Jingfeng shows open disdain, referring to Sword Sect members, particularly David, as “trash” for participating in the tournament.
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