Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

Chapter 79 Outer Sect Competition (Part 2)

Zhu Zi's cultivation level was clearly higher than Zhou Pei'er's, and she was defeated after a few rounds.

The second match in Ning Fusang's group was between Ke Rong and Duan Yingzhi. Because Ke Rong lost too quickly when he fought Ning Fusang, Duan Yingzhi was not familiar with Ke Rong's swordsmanship. Similarly, Ke Rong had no idea about Duan Yingzhi, who had never fought before.

Mu Mian looked at the arena, where Duan Yingzhi's Xuan Tie sword was shrouded in a layer of spiritual energy and magic. With a flick of the sword, seven sword shadows shot out at the same time!

He was naturally more inclined to believe that Duan Yingzhi would win, because he, Duan Yingzhi, and Yang Ni were all of similar strength. If Duan Yingzhi could defeat Ke Rong, he could probably win the same point as Ke Rong.

Yang Ni nudged Ning Fusang with her elbow: "Junior Sister Ning, Ke Rong is your classmate. How much of his ability do you think he displayed?"

Ning Fusang glanced at her slowly and said, "We're not familiar."

Yang Ni: ...

She had no choice but to continue watching.

On the arena, Duan Yingzhi's swordplay became increasingly intense and rapid. The clanging of the black iron swords clashing was as fine as rain, inaudible to the spectators, but like a raging storm to Ke Rong and Duan Yingzhi.

boom!
The sword energy crashed onto the arena, and Ke Rong felt a gust of wind rushing towards his face. He dodged the attacks, but the terrifying and sharp feeling was still as if it were right next to his ear.

This approach is too passive; a swordsman's sword is for killing, not for defense.

Ke Rong's eyes turned sharp in an instant. He drew his sword and leaped into the air, charging towards Duan Yingzhi!

Keng! Keng! Keng!
The situation reversed in the second half, with Ke Rong mainly on the offensive and Duan Yingzhi on the defensive.

Yang Ni frowned: "If Duan Yingzhi keeps playing like this, he's going to lose!"

Mu Mian gave a soft snort: "The situation is still uncertain, it's too early to say such things."

Then, Ning Fusang smiled and said, "The outcome is decided."

Mu Mian looked up at the arena in astonishment. Duan Yingzhi's sword had been broken in two by Ke Rong's slash, and Ke Rong's long sword was now pressed against Duan Yingzhi's throat.

The outcome is decided!

Mu Mian: My face hurts so much.

"This scene is so disappointing!" he cursed inwardly.

He actually lost to a disciple who had only been with the school for three years!
Since Duan Yingzhi lost this point, he will definitely go all out when he plays against me, otherwise his ranking will be in danger.

When Ke Rong and Duan Yingzhi returned, both had flushed faces and were drenched in sweat. The barrier was airtight, but once outside, the cold wind mixed with snow dispelled the stuffy heat in Ke Rong's heart.

Duan Yingzhi didn't say a word. He sat down to regulate his breathing and took out a Spirit Nourishing Pill from his storage bag to calm his mind.

Because after this round of matches in Group B, it will be his match against Mu Mian. He has already lost to Ke Rong by one point, so he must win the next match.

Duan Yingzhi did not watch the battle, but instead meditated, analyzing Mu Mian's moves.

Half an hour later, he opened his eyes and went up to the arena with Mu Mian.

Yang Ni stopped chatting with Ning Fusang for the moment, because after this match, she would fight Mu Mian, and after that, she would have to fight Ning Fusang.

If she lost two points in a row, Yang Ni's heart wouldn't be able to take it.

Around midday, some of the spectators had left. Today was not a day off; some had squeezed in the time to come, only to leave immediately after watching the match, while others were bored, and still others went to the dining hall to buy spiritual food.

Yang Ruo held up a plate of red fruit and asked Liang Heng beside her, "Senior brother, would you like some?"

The other party said, "Of course I must try the Immortal Mountain Yuanzi Fruit. Thank you, Junior Brother Yang Ruo."

Yang Ruo suddenly turned her head, her beautiful face displaying a fascinating expression: "Senior Brother Shen? It's you? Where's my senior brother?"

Shen Yuanxi chewed on a spiritual fruit, her voice muffled: "When I arrived, I didn't see Senior Brother Liang. He's probably already gone."

He took two more fruits from Yang Ruo and glanced around the white marble square: "When is it Ning Junior Sister's turn to compete?"

Yang Ruo didn't stay here to watch the whole thing; he went to watch other people's matches in the middle of the game. When faced with Shen Yuanxi's question, he estimated for a moment before answering, "The next match."

Suddenly, he thought of something: "Senior Brother Shen, did you come here specifically to watch Junior Sister Ning's competition?"

Shen Yuanxi crossed her arms and nodded: "Yes."

The wind blew up his blue and white robes, causing the jade beads hanging at his waist to gently rub and collide, producing a soft, mysterious sound.

Shen Yuanxi casually asked, "Among this year's new disciples, has Master Gu taken a liking to any of them and wished to take them as disciples?"

Yang Ruo became interested when this was mentioned, and he said to Shen Yuanxi, "My senior brother and I have always wanted a junior sister."

Shen Yuanxi smiled slightly; that's what he and his master had said as well.

Yang Ruo continued, "I asked my master why he didn't accept any disciples during the last outer sect competition."

“Master said he has to take care of the new junior brothers and sisters and doesn’t have that much energy.” Yang Ruo’s tone became more certain when she said this. “This shows that Master is willing to take on disciples. If any junior brothers or sisters make it into the top forty in this year’s outer sect competition, Master will probably take them on.”

The top ten have the right to choose an elder as their teacher; this is the reward given to them by the headmaster.

However, the sect elders can choose disciples from the remaining thirty disciples, so as long as they can enter the top forty, that's enough.

"Who does Master Gu favor?" Shen Yuanxi asked casually.

Yang Ruo shook her head and muttered, "How could Master possibly tell me something like this?"

Shen Yuanxi thought about it and realized it made sense, so she didn't ask him any further.

It was past noon when the wind and snow stopped.

On the arena, Ning Fusang and Yang Ni stood side by side, each holding a sword in their left hand and covering it with their right, arms outstretched, bowing slightly in greeting.

The moment they straightened up, they simultaneously switched hands to grip the swords, their eyes showing a hint of seriousness.

Yang Ni moved, her body like a blur, attacking with lightning speed.

Her spiritual power was about to burst forth, and the Xuan Tie sword emitted a dazzling, shimmering light.

A sword was thrust out, and a wave of energy surged forth, rushing towards them!

Ning Fusang neither dodged nor evaded, but swung his sword, the sword energy crisscrossing, and in a few breaths, he dismantled Yang Ni's fierce sword moves.

This was merely a test before the battle; neither of them went all out. Yang Ni felt a tightness in her chest, realizing that she had already fallen behind in this initial test of strength.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Ni gripped the hilt of her sword tightly, her charging momentum suddenly surged, and she took the initiative to attack again!

However, Ning Fusang was not one to be passive. She used a teleportation technique to make Yang Ni's attack miss, and then handed over her sword, firmly grasping the initiative.

The sword strikes came one after another without any pause, and Yang Ni was forced to parry, completely suppressed and powerless to fight back!

In a short while, Yang Ni's forehead was covered in a fine layer of cold sweat.

Ning Fusang's attacks were fierce and domineering, relentless, leaving her no time to think, let alone find any weaknesses in his attacks!
Of all the people she had ever fought, none had ever put her under such pressure and made her feel so powerless. Yang Ni was halfway down the stage, about to fall off. Just when everyone thought the match was about to end, Yang Ni suddenly unleashed a burst of power, using the tip of her sword to propel herself up onto the stage.

Clang!
The longswords clashed, sparks flying.

The sword light flashed continuously, converging in the air. If this arena had not been made of immortal energy stone, it would probably have been torn to pieces long ago in the fierce battle.

A glint flashed in Ning Fusang's eyes. Yang Ni had actually removed her spiritual power armor and poured all her spiritual power into her sword.

"Has Yang Ni gone mad? Without using spiritual power to protect herself, if she gets hit by the sword, she probably won't be able to fight the next two matches!"

"She's trying to trade blows; that's the fighting style of a desperate man!"

"Outer disciples have limited cultivation resources. To complete missions, which one hasn't experienced life-or-death situations? What does it matter if you get injured in return? As long as you win, that's all that matters. Entering the inner sect is a matter of ascending to the heavens in one step!"

"You can also choose to do those less dangerous missions!"

This remark immediately earned him an eye roll: "Yeah, you only pick the low-risk tasks, so you don't even qualify to participate in the outer sect competition, you can only watch from here!"

The man retorted indignantly, "You don't even qualify to participate in the outer sect competition, do you? How dare you criticize me?"

"Hmph! What do you know? I've already calculated it. This year's outer sect competition isn't going to be my luck. I'm waiting for the next outer sect competition."

The two people's arguing was drowned out by the noise of the crowd.

Yang Ni may not be a seasoned veteran, but she certainly has a wealth of combat experience. In the blink of an eye, she dodged a fatal blow, and the remaining sword energy cut a slight gash on the back of her hand.

Ning Fusang suddenly realized: "So you've practiced body tempering techniques. No wonder you dared to be so arrogant and remove your defenses."

Yang Ni said indifferently, "It's just a low-level body tempering technique, not worth mentioning. It still can't defend against Junior Sister Ning's sword energy."

The two exchanged a brief sentence, then separated and each thrust out several swords.

Sword energy fluttered like snowflakes, stirring up gusts of bone-chilling wind within the arena's barrier.

Yang Ni's clothes were soaked with blood, and she was feeling weak. At this moment, Ning Fusang thrust her sword with a flourish. Yang Ni struggled to raise her hand, but her wrist felt as heavy as a thousand pounds. She stumbled backward and fell off the stage!

In the end, they still lost.

Yang Ni gave a wry smile, stood up using the stone steps as support, returned the Xuan Tie Sword, and left.

She took out medicine from her storage bag to heal her wounds. After resting for a while, she sat cross-legged and began to sense the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and refine it for her own use.

Because the outer sect competition requires everyone to fight four matches on the first day, which consumes a great deal of spiritual energy, the sect specially set up a spirit-gathering array in the training ground for everyone to cultivate.

The first round of the competition lasted until the fourth watch of the night, with Ning Fusang winning all four matches and accumulating four points.

Ke Rong and Yang Ni both had two wins and two losses, accumulating two points. Duan Yingzhi and Mu Mian had one win and three losses, with only one point, and were eliminated in the first round.

Of the one hundred disciples, forty were eliminated on the first day of the outer sect competition.

The next round will involve a re-draw, still divided into two large groups, A and B, with twenty subgroups. However, each subgroup will only have three people left, and a three-to-two elimination system will be adopted. The last-place finisher will be eliminated, and the remaining forty people will enter the inner circle.

The eleventh to fortieth places are not ranked, which will greatly reduce the pressure for disciples who are only entering the inner sect and are not competing for the top ten.

They just need to make sure they don't suffer two consecutive losses in the second round.

The drawing of lots began at 3:45 AM. After the first round, everyone left the training ground one after another.

Ning Fusang went to the canteen to buy pear porridge. There weren't many people in front of her in line when a figure suddenly cut in front of her.

Ning Fusang frowned slightly, raised her hand and put it on Fatty Winter Melon's shoulder. Fatty Winter Melon shook his shoulder but didn't shake it off.

"Who is it?" He tried to turn his head to see who was so bold, but the force on his shoulder was so great that it almost crushed his shoulder bone. Ning Fusang was expressionless and tightened his grip. Fat Winter Melon's face contorted in pain, and his body slumped down little by little. Then, Ning Fusang kicked him away.

The surroundings were silent, and everyone turned to look in this direction.

"What happened?"

"It seems someone cut in line and got hit."

"Are there really such rude people in the sect?"

Fat Winter Melon let out a miserable cry, and two skinny boys in blue coats rushed to help him up, only to be scolded by them.

"What's wrong with you two?! Are you just going to stand by and watch me get beaten up? Go and teach her a lesson!"

He winced in pain, and with the help of the two men, he walked towards Ning Fusang: "Do you even know who I am? If you dare offend me, I'm telling you, you're finished!"

"A mere outer disciple dares to be so arrogant! Cutting in line is your honor!"

The people around Ning Fusang changed their expressions slightly upon seeing the fat winter melon and went to other windows.

When Ning Fusang saw that there was no one in front of her, she said, "One serving of pear porridge."

Seeing that she was ignoring him like this, Fat Winter Melon became angry and reached out to push Ning Fusang, but a sharp, cold light blocked the way between the two.

"Hiss!" Fatty Winter Melon couldn't stop in time, and his palm was cut and bleeding. He covered the wound with his left hand, his eyes wide as he stared at Ning Fusang, "You actually dared to draw your sword?"

Fat Winter Melon was both shocked and angry. How could anyone be more arrogant than him!

Seeing this, the two underlings whispered their advice: "Brother Bao, why don't you just let it go? She doesn't seem like someone to mess with."

Wen Baoxi turned her head and said angrily, "Just because she's not someone to be trifled with, does that mean I am?"

"She treated me like a football, and you still want me? Fine, you're a traitor, aren't you? You dog!"

Wen Baoxi blocked Ning Fusang's way: "Give me this bowl of pear porridge, apologize to me, and I will let bygones be bygones for your rudeness."

Ning Fusang ignored him and simply drew her sword. Wen Baoxi instinctively stepped aside, showing no backbone whatsoever.

Her sword is so sharp, what if she cuts his nose again?
Only after the person had left the dining hall did Wen Baoxi point in astonishment to the door: "She just left like that?"

The two henchmen nodded, then received a slap on the back of the head: "Aren't you going to stop her?"

"What are you standing there for? Chase after her and make her apologize to me!"

Finally, someone couldn't stand it anymore and stood up, saying, "Do you know who she is?"

Wen Baoxi was taken aback: "Who is she? Does she have connections within the inner sect?"

"Ning Fusang joined the Nanxing Sword Sect six years ago and became famous for killing her classmate Chen Ming. Although this matter has been forgotten, many people still know about it if you ask around. Junior Brother Donggua, she really did kill someone within the sect. I advise you not to go looking for death."

Wen Baoxi listened in a daze: "She killed someone, and the sect doesn't care? Isn't the rule of the Southern Star Sword Sect always very strict?"

Even though his cousin was a direct disciple of the inner sect, he only cut in line, which was just uncivilized, but did not violate the sect rules.

Is it reasonable that Ning Fusang is even more arrogant than him?

(End of this chapter)