Watching the two dical staff place Arel into the ergency capsule and carry him away, everyone felt a bit apprehensive for a mont.
Arel was definitely not a weakling.
A Martial Artist of the Eclipse Moon Realm, equipped with the Secret Techniques of the Ancient Barbarian Race, he was extrely lethal in close combat, a terrifying opponent that no one would want to face in an arena match.
However.
His opponent wasn’t human, but a monster!
At this mont, Baiyu looked quite indifferent; this thod of resolving battles at the speed of light would undoubtedly leave a deep impression on other families.
Afterwards.
Even if they wanted to challenge him, they would have to think twice.
"The Ancient Barbarian Clan forfeits, Geman wins this battle!"
At this ti.
The referee had received information about the Ancient Barbarian Clan’s forfeiture and announced the result of the battle.
Baiyu slowly walked out of the crimson light curtain.
For a mont.
People from both families quickly retreated, keeping their distance from him.
After experiencing these two battles, Baiyu was already equated with a monster.
The Ancient Barbarian Clan was not weak.
Even the Patriarch personally participated, yet the result was three deaths and one injury, unsure if Arel would survive.
If Arel died.
The subsequent decline of the Ancient Barbarian Clan would surely be unavoidable.
"Next, the contest continues!"
The referee announced again.
The contest would not stop for one person or one family, yet no one ca to challenge Baiyu.
So families thought Baiyu was already at the end of his strength.
But seeing his spirit full, with no injuries after several battles, they dared not challenge him.
After all.
No one would risk their family’s future.
In the following days.
The contest gradually approached its end, and the positions for the marginal families were roughly determined.
However.
Until the end, no family ca to challenge Baiyu again.
Because they couldn’t gather three families, finally having three families designate one as Baiyu’s rule could be avoided.
In other words.
The seat for the Bain Clan’s Forgotten Association was almost securely in his pocket.
Finally.
The last battle of the contest began.
And to Baiyu’s surprise, the last round was between Elise’s Nan’an Clan and another family called Ghost Blade.
"The Nan’an Clan was once also one of the seven great families, but now they’ve declined so severely, only two people ca this year, and both are old or young, without a single young person."
"That’s odd, with the Nan’an Clan’s strength so weak, why hasn’t anyone challenged them before? How could they survive until now unscathed?"
"You fool, if no one challenged them, there must be an issue. Do you think other families are fools? They’re sharp.
Just wait and watch.
This Ghost Blade Clan is in trouble.
If I rember correctly, they only joined the Forgotten Association last year."
A group of people murmured softly.
Baiyu looked at Harley next to him: "Is the Nan’an Clan very special?"
"Yes."
Harley nodded, saying: "The Nan’an Clan passes down solely. Each person of the Nan’an Clan can teach only one disciple in their lifeti."
"One disciple?"
Baiyu nodded, so it seems that this Nan’an Clan situation is a master-disciple inheritance. With the strength of a family to cultivate one person, they shouldn’t be so weak.
He had fought with Elise.
The opponent... wasn’t even as strong as soone from the Ancient Barbarian Clan.
"This generation’s inheritance of the Nan’an Clan had so issues. Their heir seems to be a failure. I’m not aning anything else, just that her bloodline, body, and spirituality are unsuitable for cultivation."
Harley said in a deep voice: "Even if the Nan’an Clan exhausted all efforts, they seemingly could not cultivate that disciple.
However.
The Patriarch of the Nan’an Clan still believes in his disciple, who is his granddaughter, Elise of the Nan’an Clan."
Baiyu furrowed his brows.
As it appears, the Nan’an Clan indeed seems quite unfortunate.
However.
He still feels that things aren’t so simple.
"Ghost Blade Clan, Hu Qianren."
In the crimson light shield.
A man with a large saber on his back stood on the stage, eyes steadfast.
At this point.
From the direction of the Nan’an Clan, beside Elise, an elderly man walked onto the stage.
"Nan’an Clan, Nan’an Yong."
The elderly man slowly assud a defensive stance, gestured to Hu Qianren: "Co on, attack first, don’t say I bully young people."
There was a flash of anger in Hu Qianren’s eyes, his large saber drew, and a surge of overwhelming montum swept in.
However.
Nan’an Yong rely slightly leaned aside, dodging this terrifying Sword Qi,
Hu Qianren squinted his eyes, slightly surprised, but he did not stop his attack, his large saber swung sideways, aiming to decapitate Nan’an Yong directly.
However, Nan’an Yong extended one hand.
With two fingers, he lightly flicked the blade’s back, gently spinning himself, and swept his foot onto Hu Qianren’s shoulder.
Crack.
Hu Qianren felt a mountain pressing on his shoulder, his knees went soft, and he knelt, all his bones emitting cracking sounds.
From cervical to spinal column, with the force of this kick, they shattered inch by inch.
Nan’an Yong’s combat style could be described as extrely simple.
One might even say rely straightforward and unadorned.
However.
Baiyu found that Nan’an Yong’s every move was exceedingly precise, and even before Hu Qianren made a move, he had already begun to do evasive actions ahead of ti.
How to put it.
It’s like he predicted the opponent’s actions.
"So strong."
He thought quietly, feeling that Nan’an Yong’s strength was probably not much different from that of Alfred or Teacher Tony.
"Hu Qianren is out, Nan’an Yong wins."
"Ghost Blade Clan, you still have four battle quota, do you want to continue?"
The referee looked at the Ghost Blade Clan.
At this point, the people of the Ghost Blade Clan were already without a retreat.
This was the last chance to challenge, the entire Forgotten Association having only their one family with a remaining challenge chance.
If they failed.
They would completely lose qualifications for the Forgotten Association.
Just like the Ancient Barbarian Clan, they had no retreat.
"Ghost Blade Clan, Liu Jingming."
This ti.
Another Swordsman stepped onto the stage.
Nan’an Yong nodded, and then the attack began directly.
Liu Jingming’s Sword Technique differed from Hu Qianren’s, he preferred a fast sword, like a golden wind and fine rain, dense yet imperceptible, once the Sword Qi deployed, it covered everywhere like an overarching net, leaving nowhere to dodge.
Precisely because of his cultivation of the fast sword, the Ghost Blade Clan let Liu Jingming go on.
However.
Nan’an Yong still had that calm deanor, Liu Jingming’s fast sword couldn’t land a single strike on him.
Each ti, it only grazed past Nan’an Yong’s garnts.
Predictive dodging.
At this point, Baiyu could basically confirm that Nan’an Yong could preemptively dodge the opponent’s attacks.
This ability to predict the opponent’s actions.
At this mont.
Faced with Liu Jingming’s relentless sword strikes, Nan’an Yong seed a bit annoyed, halting his dodging movents, he extended two fingers, steadily, and caught the fast sword that was difficult for the naked eye to capture.
Then.
With forceful fingers, bang, Liu Jingming’s sword shattered into pieces scattered on the ground.
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