Lin Fei had been nurturing the Hidden Saber for over two months.

It was the moment to draw the saber!

"Hmph, they really don't take me seriously."

Zhao Tianlei's face turned cold. He was also a powerful Acquired Seventh Level martial artist. But now, it seemed that no one took him seriously.

Ling Yao, an Acquired Sixth Level martial artist, was able to fight with him for a long time. And now Lin Fei, an Acquired Third Level martial artist, was somewhat special. Although he defeated Fat and Thin Fools, he actually went straight for Yuan Ming instead of him. Was he being treated as a decoration?

So Zhao Tianlei took a step forward. His long sword in hand instantly turned into a sharp blade. He directly stood between Lin Fei and Yuan Ming, stabbing Lin Fei with his sword. However, Lin Fei didn't even look at him.

"Whoosh."

Lin Fei drew his saber!

This slash made an earth-shattering and heaven-battering noise!

No one could see the speed of the saber.

All they could see was a fleeting black light.

The saber was so sharp and it filled the sky.

Even if the audiences were far away, they felt they had been cut by the saber.

"Crack."

Lin Fei stopped.

His Leaping Technique, coupled with his Saber-drawing Technique, made his speed unimaginable. His Hidden Saber was now sheathed. He stood with his back to Zhao Tianlei, only three meters away from Yuan Ming. It was close enough to attack range. But Yuan Ming still held his sword in his hand, not to have made a move. He just stood there quietly.

"Yuan Ming...Zhao Tianlei! You..."

Ling Shuang's face finally showed a hint of panic. She had just thought everything was under control. But now, with Lin Fei's move, she was finally a little flustered.

Although she couldn't see clearly what Lin Fei's saber had done, she felt its terror.

As Princess's voice fell, the cloak of Yuan Ming split into two halves in an instant, revealing his true face hidden underneath. It was a thin face covered in scar after scar, each one more ghastly and terrifying than the last. A deep wound had appeared on his neck, which seemed to barely hold up his head.

With a "plop", Yuan Ming fell to the ground, lifeless. He never even got the chance to say a word before he died. And in the next moment, Zhao Tianlei also fell to the ground with his eyes wide open, as if in disbelief. He had died the same way as Yuan Ming, with a deep cut on his neck that could easily sever his head with a little more force.

For a moment, the arena was filled with corpses, and the air was thick with the smell of blood. The whole martial arts field was quiet, and no one had expected this kind of outcome.

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"What kind of saber technique is that?"

"I didn't even see when he drew his saber."

"With just one saber strike, he killed two Acquired seventh level experts. Even Yuan Ming, who was comparable to an Acquired ninth level expert, was killed with one saber strike!"

"This saber technique's power is really earth-shattering and even comparable to an Acquired peak saber technique!"

"But he's a low-level Acquired martial artist, how could he draw such a terrifying saber technique?"

Many people did not see clearly the saber technique that Lin Fei had used. Among all those present, only South King had seen it clearly. His eyes became extremely sharp as he stared at Lin Fei.

"What a profound Saber-drawing Technique!" The South King exclaimed.

He knew Saber-drawing Technique very well, and in fact, it was practiced by many major martial arts schools.

The technique appeared to be excellent, accumulating power by nurturing the saber, and bursting out with astonishing power when the saber was drawn.

But in reality, few people practiced it because nurturing a saber was not that simple. Many people had nurtured their saber for a year and had not gained much power.

The reason for this was that many martial artists could not master Saber-drawing Technique.

Additionally, the time spent nurturing the saber each day was limited, and inner power would gradually be consumed. To be able to spend two hours nurturing the saber each day was considered good.

And what about Lin Fei?

His inner power was three-in-one. He was not afraid of consuming inner power. Moreover, his Saber-drawing Technique had already reached mastery.

In fact, given enough time, he could even reach transcendence and perfection, which would not be a difficult task for him.

Furthermore, Lin Fei's martial arts could operate on their own. It was constantly nurturing his saber. Although he had only nurtured his saber for just over two months, it was equivalent to other martial artists nurturing their saber for several years!

Therefore, when Lin Fei used his Saber-drawing Technique, its power was so terrifying that could kill two acquired seventh level experts with one strike!

"Lin Fei, that strike just now..."

Ling Yao hurriedly came to Lin Fei's side, her face full of shock.

This one saber strike was beyond her imagination. How could a mere acquired third level martial artist make such a terrifying saber strike?

"It's just the Saber-drawing Technique. I have been nurturing my saber for a long time, so I have the power of this strike. Ling Senior Sister, is this saber strike enough to repay your favor?" Lin Fei said calmly.

"It's more than enough," Ling Yao was still stunned by the power of Lin Fei's Saber-drawing Technique.

"I never thought that my help to you would give me the biggest surprise today! Sister Six, are you still fighting or admitting defeat?" Ling Yao stared straight at Ling Shuang. This was a battle for the position of the princess, and it was not over yet.

Ling Shuang lifted her head. At this moment, her face was pale. Although she was unharmed, she knew that she had lost. And lost completely!

Her own strength was only acquired fifth level. Ling Yao was acquired sixth level, and even beyond the ordinary acquired sixth level.

"Little Nineteen, you are very lucky to have met a top-notch expert like Lin Fei, who hides his true strength. This time, I lost. I will never have a chance to become a princess. However, little Nineteen, you are just lucky. You think being a princess is easy? Haha, I've been a princess for sixteen years, and now I've fallen so low... Someday, little Nineteen, you will follow in my footsteps..." With that, Ling Shuang leaped and left the martial arts arena.

"I concede," Ling Shuang's voice echoed through the arena.

She gave up. After being a princess for sixteen years, she ultimately lost. A new princess was born. Ling Yao, the new princess of the South King Palace!

Ling Yao's expression was complicated. She didn't know how terrible the consequences of Ling Shuang's defeat would be. But it wouldn't be simple. After all, the position of the princess wasn't hers alone.

The power and resources that had supported her for sixteen years were now wasted. What would become of her? But this was the cruelty of the fight for the position of the princess.

Losers are always in the wrong.

The South King paid no attention to Ling Shuang. He had seen such scenes many times before. He had too many children. Besides, the South King himself had become the crown prince after winning countless struggles and eventually became the South King. So, he was accustomed to it.

The South King immediately announced loudly, "My nineteenth daughter, Ling Yao, from today on, is the new princess of the South King Palace!"

At that moment, Ling Yao's wish was fulfilled. Finally, the position of the princess was hers.