"Your disciple’s heart is too impetuous."
Yang Yan’s gaze was like water, returning to calmness.
"So what? Unlike you, a person who hides and shows only a little!"
Ouyang Feng glared with anger, gritting his teeth in hatred.
Even though Yang Yan was only ten zhang away from him, he no longer foolishly rushed forward.
He had already realized that Yang Yan definitely had a Spatial Treasure on him.
Otherwise, how could he perform a Secret Technique that only Nascent Soul Stage Great Powers knew — Small Shifting?!
Thinking about who Yang Yan’s master was, he imdiately felt relieved.
It should be the life-saving item granted to this treasured Saint Son by the Ancestral Master of the Ancient Abyss Sect.
It’s just that he actually used it repeatedly in this small contest that posed no danger.
"Pah!"
Thinking this in his heart, Ouyang Feng spat on the ground.
Isn’t it just because of his good talent?
A lucky fellow!
Yang Yan remained silent for a while as he saw this.
He looked at the many disciples around, and then at the Sect Elders and Sect Leader on the viewing platform, seemingly speaking to himself:
"Your Sword Dao lies in speed. Extre speed possesses earth-shattering might. Unfortunately, the power is insufficient!"
"The most important thing is that your Sword Techniques are too gaudy. Or rather, the swordsmanship of the Yizheng Sect is ineffective!"
Yang Yan was rely stating a fact calmly, a fact that seed undisputed in his eyes.
All the dodging earlier was to observe Ouyang Feng’s sword techniques, then study privately and find flaws.
Although Yang Yan’s words were calm in tone, they stirred anger among those Yizheng Sect disciples.
Even neutral disciples from other sects looked surprised.
Does he know what he is talking about?
He was comnting on the heritage of a seventh-level sect!
He even pointed out its shortcomings with certainty?!
Didn’t he know that these heritages were thoroughly refined and supplented by Nascent Soul Stage Great Powers over the years?
Not to ntion Golden Core, even Nascent Soul Great Powers from other sects dare not comnt lightly!
"Hehe! Sect Leader Lin, it seems this new Saint Son from Ancient Abyss Sect is quite extraordinary, perhaps the reincarnation of an immortal?!"
The sect leader of Yizheng Sect sat a few seats away from Lin An, speaking with sarcasm.
The other sect leaders smiled knowingly upon hearing this.
No one took Yang Yan’s words seriously.
To them, Yang Yan was likely doing exactly what so disciples said, rely fishing for a reputation.
Did he not realize that with his status as a Saint Son, there’s no need for such things?
Even though people around him spat venomous words, Yang Yan only slightly furrowed his brows.
Picking up his Sword Scabbard, he pointed at Ouyang Feng’s face and said coldly:
"Since you pursue the fast sword, why bother with all those fancy moves?"
"Having watched you wield your sword for a while, I crafted a sword technique; since it was inspired by your moves, let it be called — Fengduan!"
Yang Yan still did not draw his sword, and simply rushed straight at Ouyang Feng.
Wielding the sword...
He actually dared to say he had been wielding his sword all along?!
Ouyang Feng felt a blaze of anger rise within him.
Upon seeing Yang Yan’s straightforward charge, seemingly a suicidal move in his eyes, Ouyang Feng’s eyes bulged with astonishnt.
So, after all you said, you’re using techniques like a common man?
A plain and simple slash...
Courting death!
"Thundercloud!"
Facing Yang Yan’s attack, Ouyang Feng advanced instead of retreating.
A seamlessly flowing Sword Technique, like a teor, slashed towards Yang Yan’s waist.
The sword glead with brilliance, clearly infused with Ouyang Feng’s full Spiritual Power.
With this move from Ouyang Feng, if Yang Yan continued charging directly, the most likely outco would be being split in two by the sword.
"Ha—"
Seeing Ouyang Feng had set up his defense, Yang Yan instead smiled.
Swoosh!
A shimr flashed by, leaving only a thin shadow behind.
"You’ve lost."
As he felt a blunt object pressing against his back, Ouyang Feng’s face turned pale, sweat beads rolled down like raindrops.
His lips trembled, shouting in unwillingness:
"No, it’s unfair! Without your Spatial Treasure, how did you reach my back? Coward, coward!"
Ouyang Feng, seemingly deranged, shouted hysterically.
"Ha! Putting aside how you react, your Thundercloud barely blocks the front; reaching your back to kill you is easy enough, isn’t it?"
Yang Yan had never truly considered him from the beginning.
The previous direct attack had a thod to defeat him, but it was a lethal move.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t bother flashing to the back.
"Thundercloud, it’s not for you to critique! Without that Spatial Treasure, what is this Saint Son?"
Ouyang Feng turned his red eyes around, speaking with reddened eyes.
Anyway, he wasn’t afraid Yang Yan dared to kill him.
"I don’t have space..."
Yang Yan’s words were cut off as a Jing Hong suddenly erupted before him.
"Die!"
Ouyang Feng’s expression turned extrely sinister.
Several elders of Yizheng Sect suddenly stood up, faces full of astonishnt.
So elders even looked at their sect leader with questioning eyes.
Several elders from Ancient Abyss Sect rushed towards Yang Yan on the stage, but being Golden Core, they couldn’t perform Instant Teleportation.
The chief steward of the third ring was always watching the two on stage. At this mont, seeing what unfolded, his eyes nearly popped out.
The pressure unique to his Foundation Establishnt Stage burst forth as he rushed towards Yang Yan.
He would protect Ancient Abyss Sect’s Saint Son, even with his own flesh and blood!
However, these people were ultimately a step too slow.
Frankly speaking, Yang Yan never expected to encounter such an assassination at the righteous sect contest among the Ten Sects.
But he wasn’t entirely unprepared internally.
Never forget where he ca from!
Back then, Yang Yan had fought his way out step by step from the Hidden World.
In that realm, a single mistake could spell death.
This scene, although unexpected, wasn’t beyond Yang Yan’s precautions.
Clang!
The clash of gold and weapons rang out as a bright yellow fla streaked through the air.
The longsword originally swinging towards Yang Yan’s neck flew backward, tracing a beautiful arc in the air.
All disciples, high-ranking sect mbers, all instinctively held their breath for a mont.
Did the nine major sects hope Yang Yan would die?
Clang...
The longsword, now fallen and rolling on the ground, fell silent.
Ouyang Feng’s face was ashen as he slowly lifted his head:
"How can you be so fast?"
Yang Yan didn’t draw his sword even at this mont, the sword scabbard casually hung at his waist.
As though Ouyang Feng before him hadn’t just been his would-be killer.
After sheathing his sword, Yang Yan looked at Ouyang Feng for a mont, then suddenly said:
"Because my sword is fast, so it is fast."
Because my sword is fast, so it is fast...
Because I am invincible, so it is invincible!
Ouyang Feng collapsed to the ground.
The arriving elders of Ancient Abyss Sect surrounded the two.
Among them, a goat-bearded elder, clearly quick-tempered, extended a hand like an iron clamp to grab Ouyang Feng’s shoulder.
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