Sword Sect Outer Sect

Chapter 180 Showdown! Yuwen Yao
The surrounding noise subsided, and no one knew what had happened.

"What kind of spell is this? Immobilization?"

"It doesn't seem like it. Besides, Senior Brother Ye Tian wasn't injured, and his protective spirit robe is still intact."

On the elders' platform, the elders whispered among themselves. Daoist Li Jun looked at the bamboo slip in Sun Zhengfu's hand and smiled slightly.

"All of my disciples are quite interesting..."

"Weird."

Luo Xiaming sat beside Li Jun Daoren and said, "The strange technique this disciple used seems to be somewhat similar to the Confucian and Taoist mantras and spells."

"hehe."

Daoist Li Jun shook his head slightly: "The literary aura on this child is not enough for him to use Confucian and Daoist techniques."

"It was only by using that Confucian and Taoist relic that it had this effect."

"Words become law, but it's not that simple."

Luo Xiaming nodded and said nothing more.

On the stage, Ye Tian's expression changed, and he stepped back.

He steadied himself, his eyes filled with surprise and uncertainty.

However, he did not hesitate, but simply snorted and swung his sword again.

"Pretend to be a ghost!"

This time, the sword strikes were even faster, and spiritual energy transformed into several sword waves, sealing off Sun Zhengfu's left and right sides!
Sun Zhengfu took a deep breath, and his voice suddenly rose.

"Disperse."

Amidst Ye Tian's astonishment, a strange sense of fatigue washed over him.

His spiritual energy was somewhat depleted, and his sword energy was beginning to show signs of collapse!

"What kind of sorcery is this?!"

His spiritual energy dissipated, his meridians regressed, and Ye Tian let out a muffled groan as a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Ye Tian's face finally showed a hint of panic, but before he could react, Sun Zhengfu had already uttered the third word.

"retreat."

Ye Tian felt a tremendous force pushing him in the face, and his feet went out of control, causing him to stagger back several steps!

Finally, he stumbled and fell off the dueling platform.

The elder in charge was stunned for a moment before he came to his senses and announced loudly, "The Northeast Sword Tournament: Number Four, Sun Zhengfu, wins!"

There was an uproar in the audience.

"Won?!"

"Sun Zhengfu defeated Ye Tian!"

Song Yan murmured softly, "Senior Brother Sun really kept it well hidden..."

On the stage, Sun Zhengfu's face was deathly pale, and the words on the bamboo slip in his hand had become extremely dim.

"Won……"

My tense mind and nerves relaxed instantly.

A sharp pain spread from my heart to my head, and I felt dizzy.

Sun Zhengfu collapsed to the ground and lost consciousness.

……

With Sun Zhengfu's competition over, the first round of eliminations is nearing its end.

The elder in charge's voice resounded throughout the entire Sword Wiping Peak: "The first round is over, and eleven disciples have been chosen! After an hour's rest, the round-robin tournament will begin!"

On the viewing platform, the cultivators discussed the battle that had lasted for half a day.

"This year's final stage was truly full of hidden talents, it's a pity we didn't see any clashes between the strongest teams."

"No way, the round-robin tournament is the main event. We haven't even played against Li Yi, Yuwen Yao, Song Yan, and others yet."

On the elders' platform, the elders were chatting idly.

They will eventually need to decide on two disciples who won't make the top ten but whose performance is decent, as replacements.

Among the current top eleven, besides a few familiar faces, there are also several who have broken through the ranks.

Senior Brother Chen Chen and Song Yan had some interactions, but they weren't very familiar with each other.

This person is known for his skill in using magical artifacts and talismans in combat.

Song Yan was completely unfamiliar with Han Yuan and Zhao Xuan.

They all started competing in several rounds at once, and I didn't have much energy to pay attention to unfamiliar cultivators before.

In the afternoon, the Sword-Wiping Peak became lively again, with discussions far exceeding those of the morning's matches.

Besides Song Yan, Lin Qing, Xiang Zhaoling, and Sun Zhengfu are also attracting much attention.

"It's really unexpected that Junior Sister Xiang Zhaoling, who looks so young, is so strong."

"The main problem is, I just can't figure out what her approach is..."

"Next, Song Yan and Li Yi will finally face off."

"Not quite. I admit that Senior Brother Song Yan's sword control technique is amazing, but it will be really difficult for him to defeat Senior Brother Li Yi."

"Indeed, has Senior Brother Li Yi truly revealed his true strength so far?"

"Let alone Li Yi, even if he were to fight against Senior Sister Yuwen Yao, the outcome would be uncertain."

"There's nothing we can do about it. Compared to these two, Senior Brother Song Yan's cultivation level is simply too low."

"Have you ever placed bets at the gambling den? Whether it's against Li Yi or Yuwen Yao, Senior Brother Song Yan's odds are very high. If you have any spare money, you can bet some spirit stones."

"What if Song Yan wins..."

"Huh? Where is it?"

"Over in the west viewing area."

"Let's go for a walk and have a look."

At the central debate platform, the elder in charge slowly walked forward.

He channeled his spiritual power and announced loudly, "Now, the final battle begins!"

The rules have been explained before: the eleven disciples who advance will take turns fighting, with each disciple having to fight one match against each of the other ten.

A points system is used: two points for a win, one point for a draw, and zero points for a loser.

One disciple will still be eliminated in the round-robin tournament, and the final rankings of the top ten disciples will be determined.

"In the middle of the table, Yuwen Yao will face Song Yan."

"Northwest, Zhao Xuan versus Lin Qing."

"Northeast, Chen Chen vs. Han Yuan."

"Southeast, Kong You is facing off against Xiang Zhaoling."

"In the Southwest, Li Yi faces off against Shao Sichao."

An uproar erupted around them.

In the round-robin tournament, all the disciples will face each other, but no one expected that the two popular players would meet so soon.

Sun Zhengfu was lucky; he had a temporary bye, which gave him more time to recover.

The previous use of Confucian and Taoist secret treasures did indeed severely deplete their strength, and it is unknown whether they will still have the resources to compete in the future.

It seems highly likely that they will be eliminated.

However, he did not regret it.

Five matches began simultaneously, but most eyes were focused on the central arena.

Song Yan slowly walked onto the stage. Opposite her, Senior Sister Yuwen Yao was already standing, with a small wine pot hanging from her waist.

Song Yan had paid attention to Senior Sister Yuwen Yao during the previous competition.

She doesn't use magical artifacts or talismans; she simply uses a powerful hand seal to fight her enemies.

But watching is one thing; one must actually fight them to know their true strength.

On the sword-fighting platform, Yuwen Yao's face was flushed, clearly indicating that he had been drinking before coming up.

However, the alcohol did not dull her senses; on the contrary, it made her gaze intense.

"Junior Brother Song, I've often heard Junior Sister Qingqing talk about you, saying how amazing you are. Today I'll have to see for myself."

She held up three fingers: "It's only just begun, so let's not work ourselves to the bone and let others take advantage of us."

"An ordinary cultivator can't withstand even one of my palm strikes. If you can withstand my three strongest palm strikes, then you win. How about it?"

"This……"

Song Yan glanced at the elder in charge beside him.

The elder stood with his hands behind his back, remaining silent. It seemed that as long as both parties agreed, this was permissible.

He nodded: "Okay."

Yuwen Yao chuckled to himself, "I could only unleash three palm strikes at my maximum power. After that, I would need to take elixirs and spirit wine to recover."

"This junior brother is so easy to fool."

The response to the sect's sword-testing segment was better than I expected... but it's almost over!
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