"The third match, Yang Miao…" the middle-aged official from Yunyang Sect pulled out two jade tokens from the small box, glancing at the four people below him, and announced: "Luo Jin."
"It seems that I won't have the chance to properly compete with you this time," Yang Miao said to Li Lin, then with a beautifully curved body, she elegantly leaped onto the stone platform.
Luo Jin appeared resigned as he too jumped onto the platform. This was probably the best luck he could have asked for. At least on the surface, facing Yang Miao seemed a better prospect than facing Wang Guang from the Wang family or Li Lin from the Li family.
Below the stone platform, only Li Lin and Wang Guang remained. Li Dong, Li Wushuang, Li Xi, and others showed a slight change in expression. Although they recognized Li Lin's exceptional abilities, the six levels of difference in strength seemed too great. In their eyes, Li Lin was still only a third-level warrior.
Only Zhao Hui and Li Shaohu showed smiles at this, even Zhou Lixing, Li Nan, and Zhou Haiming had cold smirks, waiting to see Li Lin defeated.
"Luo Jin, you are only a second-level warrior. You are no match for me. Surrender," Yang Miao, clad in a tight outfit, told Luo Jin.
"Whether I'm a match or not, we won't know until we've fought. Even if I'm not, the Luo family does not have anyone who would surrender," Luo Jin said calmly.
At his words, the patriarch of the Luo family on the judges' seat smiled slightly, very satisfied, which also garnered quite a bit of goodwill from the onlookers.
"Alright, then I'll let you make the first move," Yang Miao pouted her red lips.
"Then I'll take you up on that offer." As soon as he finished speaking, Luo Jin, knowing his strength was inferior, didn't hold back. He leaped up, a surge of red true qi bursting out from around him.
In that instant in the air, Luo Jin formed hand seals, and a curved saber about half a meter long appeared in his hand. The blade shimmered with a dark red glow, with a groove winding along the blade edge, carrying a chilling brightness. This saber was clearly no ordinary weapon.
The saber traced an arc, then fiercely slashed towards Yang Miao, cutting through the air.
"Good coming," Yang Miao chuckled lightly, forming a hand seal, and timely produced a red sheathed long sword in her hand. The sword, once drawn, rapidly spun in her hand, creating several sword shadows that dazzled the eyes. It was as agile and venomous as a serpent, swiftly blocking Luo Jin's curved saber.
The clash of saber light and sword shadow was so fast it dazzled the eyes. The figures of the two separated, with Luo Jin's face turning slightly pale. The saber lightly traced, emitting faint sparks, carrying a cold saber light slashing towards Yang Miao again.
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Yang Miao's delicate body leaped, her true qi suddenly erupting, and her figure turned into a blurred shadow darting towards Luo Jin like lightning. This speed was incredibly fast. At the same time, true qi was infused into her long sword, also carrying flames appearing on it. The sword's light cut through the air, fiercely striking towards Luo Jin.
Luo Jin's expression remained unchanged, knowing his strength was lower, and directly confronting Yang Miao would not be to his advantage. In an instant, he tapped the ground with the tip of his foot, with true qi bursting out from beneath, retreating several steps like teleportation. His curved saber then swept out, the strong force carrying a hint of scorching flame, creating a faint circle of firelight in the air, with a sharp sound of cutting wind continuously echoing.
Yang Miao's delicate body sidestepped, quickly forming hand seals. The long sword in her hand suddenly changed direction, drawing a series of sword shadows, with fire attribute true qi shooting out, enveloping the entire space around her, and fiercely covering Luo Jin.
"Clang, clang…" Amidst sparks flying, both figures retreated, but Luo Jin was clearly at a disadvantage, staggering back.
"Again." Seizing the advantage, Yang Miao didn't relent. She stepped back, the tip of her sword piercing into the stone platform, creating a mark to stabilize her body. Then, with a tap of her toe, her figure leaped up again, her body flipping in mid-air, and then with a push of her feet towards the sky, she dived like a hunting eagle towards Luo Jin's head, her long sword drawing several sword shadows, with the temperature of the entire space rising rapidly.
"Chief Yang, your daughter is extraordinary, with immense talent. Her mastery and control of martial skills are divine, not less impressive than her talent," the white-browed elder from Yunyang Sect couldn't help but praise while watching the two on the platform. Sometimes, the ability to react in battle is as important as innate cultivation talent. A true warrior is not made through cultivation alone but through countless battles.
"Hopefully, Elder White-Brow will cultivate her more in the future," Yang Xiangfeng said with a slight smile, naturally very satisfied with his daughter's performance.
"Naturally, with her talent and performance, standing out in Yunyang Sect won't be difficult. There's a great chance she'll become a direct disciple," the white-browed elder laughed, implying that as a dual-element warrior, becoming a direct disciple of Yunyang Sect was almost a certainty.
Li Lin was also watching the match on the platform, his mind constantly thinking about how to deal with Wang Guang. The difference in strength was too great; it seemed he would have to find an opportunity to strike unexpectedly, just like he did with Zhou Haiming.
The competition on the platform had intensified, with the two figures constantly clashing. Gradually, Luo Jin was pushed to the edge of the platform.
"Sparking Wildfire Saber." Luo Jin shouted, suddenly causing his true qi to burst out intensely hot from within him, swirling around his body and igniting flames, the saber's light greatly intensifying. The curved saber in front of him spun continuously, resembling a fan's blades spinning, quickly forming a circular saber flame orb, with the surrounding air turning into mist and dissipating.
Following this, the fireball fiercely shot out towards Yang Miao, pressing down on her. At this moment, Luo Jin's face was pale; the Sparking Wildfire Saber was powerful but also consumed a significant amount of true qi. He wouldn't use his trump card unless it was absolutely necessary.
"Fire Shadow Sword." Yang Miao shouted, under Luo Jin's Sparking Wildfire Saber, she dared not be careless. True qi surged from her hand, a hot breath immediately enveloping the stone platform. Her long sword, in an instant, drew out dozens of sword beams, enveloping the space and then twisting towards the saber flame orb.