"This guy, if he wasn’t going to show up, he shouldn’t have made those big claims yesterday. Now look, not appearing at the crucial mont only tarnishes Huaxia’s reputation even more. It seems I indeed didn’t see him wrong."
Cao Jianjia, with a cold expression, harrumphed, her eyes filled with dissatisfaction and indignation towards Ye Luo.
"I believe the boss will definitely co back."
Hou Jingwu spoke calmly.
"Humph, it’s been so long. If he wanted to show up, he would have done so already. I think he’s just afraid of dying, playing the coward like a shrinking turtle, letting these people from the Island Country mock us at will."
"No, we absolutely cannot lose face for Huaxia like this. I need to et this Young Master of Beichen Ittoryu and see just how powerful he really is."
As Cao Jianjia spoke, she wanted to rush onto the stage, but was blocked by Hou Jingwu.
"What are you doing?"
Cao Jianjia glared at Hou Jingwu.
"You’re not his match, his strength has already reached the Hua Yuan Realm; you going up would be useless."
Hou Jingwu looked at Cao Jianjia and said.
"Then you go up. You wouldn’t also chicken out like your boss, would you?"
"I’m already over twenty-five years old. According to both parties’ agreent, I can’t go."
Hou Jingwu spoke helplessly. If it wasn’t for his age being over twenty-five, he would have long faced the Young Master of Beichen Ittoryu to demonstrate his power.
But since his age was already over twenty-five, even if he went up and won, it would not bring honor; it was better not to go. Moreover, he believed that Ye Luo would definitely show up.
From his brief interactions with Ye Luo, he was clearly not the type to be timorous and fear the battlefield. Since he had dared to issue a challenge yesterday, he would surely co. His absence now might just be due to so delays.
Actually, the reason Ye Luo had not co was solely because he had lost track of ti cultivating the "Soul Control" technique, forgetting about today’s challenge entirely until it was past nine o’clock.
anwhile, at the stage in the square, Bei Chenfeng sat with his legs crossed, his features calm, eyes closed, resembling a highly achieved sage.
Just as the disciples of Beichen Ittoryu continued to mock Huaxia using Ye Luo, a cold and clear voice suddenly thundered through the air.
"Our great Huaxia is not for a tiny country like yours to insult!"
With the rise of this icy shout, a dazzling sword light surged towards the group of Beichen Ittoryu disciples like a shooting star.
Feeling the power of the sword light, the mocking disciples of Beichen Ittoryu suddenly changed their expressions. The power of this sword had reached the Hua Yuan Realm.
They were only at the Saint Realm and couldn’t resist at all, fear filling their eyes as they stood frozen.
Swish!
However, at that mont, Bei Chenfeng, who was sitting on the stage with his eyes closed, swung out his katana, sending out a plain sword light that imdiately collided with the sword light, releasing a booming sound as the force spread, flipping the disciples from Beichen Ittoryu onto the ground, luckily saving their lives. Otherwise, under that sword, they would have been finished.
Just then, a figure in purple gracefully leapt into the air, fluttering like a butterfly from among the crowd onto the stage, her posture elegant.
This figure in purple had delicate features, her forehead radiant and clear, her eyebrows like crescent moons, her eyes bright as stars, her nose high-set, her lips tender and rosy, her face flawless, and her figure curvaceous.
Her hair, like a waterfall, was tied with a purple band, matched with a mysteriously sexy purple dress, giving off a distinct charm.
With the heroic charisma about her, she was like a heroine from the martial world, drawing the gaze of nurous n.
"Isn’t that Ji Ziling, the Ji Family’s Young Miss? Who would have thought that even she would co?"
Hou Jingwu looked at the woman in purple on the platform, expressing his surprise.
This woman in purple was none other than the Young Miss of the Ji Family from the established clan in the Capital City, guardians of the Divine Sword.
"Our Huaxia has a long-lasting heritage, and we won’t allow you folks from the Island Country to strut around here. Let see just how formidable you, the Young Master of Beichen Ittoryu, are today. Make your move!"
Ji Ziling, clutching a three-foot longsword, coldly shouted at Bei Chenfeng.
"I don’t like fighting with won!"
Bei Chenfeng opened his eyes and said indifferently to Ji Ziling.
"If you won’t make a move, then don’t bla ."
Ji Ziling coldly shouted, her body flickered into an afterimage as she charged towards Bei Chenfeng, swinging her sword at his head without rcy, directly aiming for his vital spots.
Confronted with Ji Ziling’s lethal strike, Bei Chenfeng rely sat there, his expression indifferent, displaying neither resistance nor attempts to dodge, as if he was waiting for death.
Seeing this, the crowd on site couldn’t understand what he ant. Was he intending to get killed? Even the disciples of Beichen Ittoryu who saw this scene couldn’t help but show concern and began to remind him aloud.
Even Ji Ziling was puzzled by Bei Chenfeng’s action, but she did not hold back, still slashing at his head with her sword.
Clang—
Just as Ji Ziling’s sword was about to cleave Bei Chenfeng’s head, a flash of cold light appeared and collided with Ji Ziling’s longsword, sparking a burst of sparks in an instant.
Unbeknownst when, Bei Chenfeng held a katana in his right hand above his head, blocking Ji Ziling’s strike, causing her to narrow her eyes slightly, her expression turning solemn.
"What a fast blade!"
From afar, Gunblade, witnessing the scene, showed a hint of astonishnt in his eyes.
"This Bei Chenfeng seems to be very strong. I wonder if the Ji Family girl can withstand him. It’s just that Ye Luo hasn’t shown up yet. Maybe he’s not coming after all,"
Zhan Lang smirked and turned to Gunblade, "Should I go find him personally?"
"No need, he who is supposed to co will co," Gunblade shook his head and turned his gaze back to the platform.
At that mont, Ji Ziling, upon seeing Bei Chenfeng’s movent, also displayed a trace of surprise in her eyes. With a twist of her blade, a terrifying current of True Yuan burst forth, unleashing the strength of the first level of the Hua Yuan Realm.
Bang!
With a casual swing of his blade, Bei Chenfeng repelled Ji Ziling, leaped up, and harshly slashed out once more.
A bright and radiant blade light tore through the air towards Ji Ziling, who parried with her longsword, blocking Bei Chenfeng’s strike.
Thud, thud, thud!
Catching Bei Chenfeng’s strike, Ji Ziling was forced back several steps, her eyes sparkling as she intensely watched Bei Chenfeng, her body surrounded by a powerful stream of True Yuan, her longsword beginning to emit a dazzling light.
Boom!
A terrifying aura exploded from Ji Ziling, the powerful current of True Yuan transford into a fierce energy scattering in all directions, an absolute pressure descending and enveloping everything around.
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