Mo Tingfeng's strength had already reached the tenth level of the Pulse Formation Realm, clearly surpassing Yan Wentao, who was only at the eighth level of the same realm. The difference was apparent.
Although Ling Feng had indeed brought back many powerful martial skills, the disciples had not had enough time to master them in just a few days. After all, not everyone possessed the extraordinary Heavenly Dao Eye.
When the two men ascended the stage, it only took three moves for Mo Tingfeng to kick Yan Wentao to the ground. With a swing of his sword, waves of sword qi crisscrossed, forcing Yan Wentao to roll on the ground to avoid Mo Tingfeng's torrential attacks.
Ling Feng shook his head and suddenly stood up, declaring loudly, "In this match, the Wenxian Sect concedes! Yan Wentao, come down!"
On stage, Mo Tingfeng sheathed his sword and stood with a mocking smile. "Wenxian Sect's trash, do you want to concede?"
Yan Wentao clenched his fists, got up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked back at Ling Feng. Gritting his teeth, he said, "Sect Leader, I know you have my best interests at heart, but I will not concede this fight! Never!"
Ling Feng was taken aback for a moment, but then a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes.
Perhaps Yan Wentao's talent wasn't remarkable, but his determination was commendable.
"Good." Ling Feng nodded. Having such disciples was indeed a blessing for the Wenxian Sect.
The sect leader of the Liuyun Sword Sect, Cao Tailai, squinted his eyes and laughed. "Tingfeng, show some mercy to the Wenxian Sect disciples. Don't hit their faces, hahahaha..."
A sly look flashed in Mo Tingfeng's eyes. Cao Tailai's instruction to avoid hitting the face was actually a hint to humiliate the Wenxian Sect's disciples thoroughly.
"Continue the match!"
With a loud call from Daoist Tian Yun, Mo Tingfeng's sword blade swept out again, and waves of sword qi engulfed the arena. With just one move, he pinned Yan Wentao under his foot.
Stepping on Yan Wentao's face, Mo Tingfeng sneered. "How about it? Will you concede?"
"No! I will not concede! Never!"
Yan Wentao gritted his teeth and tried to pry Mo Tingfeng's foot away, but he couldn't move him at all.
The difference of two meridian gates left Yan Wentao utterly defenseless against Mo Tingfeng.
Elder Yao clenched his fists tightly, trembling with anger as he watched his disciple being humiliated.
"No worries." Ling Feng, instead of being angry, was pleased. He said calmly, "Look at Yan Wentao's eyes. Rest assured, in less than a year, it will be Mo Tingfeng who is trampled underfoot!"
Yan Wentao was treated like a sandbag as he was kicked around the ring. The Wenxian Sect disciples were filled with righteous indignation, while the Liuyun Sword Sect disciples were elated.
Your Wenxian Sect leader was arrogant just now, wasn't he?
When it came to the actual fight, the Wenxian Sect disciples were still brutally defeated!
After about fifteen minutes of being battered, Mo Tingfeng finally decided not to waste more true qi and energy. He kicked Yan Wentao off the stage with one final blow. This match was a victory for the Liuyun Sword Sect.
Their initial victory boosted the arrogance of the Liuyun Sword Sect to an extreme.
Several disciples hurriedly helped Yan Wentao back. Despite his swollen face and bruises, he wasn't overly disheartened. Instead, he smiled at Ling Feng and said, "Sect leader, did you see? I didn't concede!"
"Mhmm." Ling Feng nodded, gently patting Yan Wentao on the shoulder. A surge of robust true qi flowed into Yan Wentao's body, instantly revitalizing him.
"The strength or weakness of the moment means nothing. Train hard, and before long, you will repay them in kind for how they treated you! A martial artist can be defeated, but must never concede!"
Ling Feng did not hide his admiration. Talent was one thing, but temperament was ultimately more important.
With the high-tier martial skills and training methods he had brought back, Ling Feng believed that within a year or so, Yan Wentao's temperament would allow him to transform completely.
On the stage, Mo Tingfeng looked arrogantly at the Wenxian Sect disciples and sneered, "Not worth mentioning!"
"Hahaha, Senior Brother Mo is invincible!"
"I bet Senior Brother Mo could defeat all those worthless Wenxian Sect disciples with just a single move!"
Mo Tingfeng continued to spin the divine luopan and consecutively defeated three more Wenxian Sect disciples and one disciple from the Qiankun Sect. Finally, due to exhaustion, he lost to a Qiankun Sect disciple.
At this point, the Wenxian Sect had suffered four consecutive defeats without a single victory!
Such a clear outcome disappointed not only the Liuyun Sword Sect but also the sect leader of the Qiankun Sect, who shook his head.
It seemed that the Wenxian Sect's disciples were destined for complete defeat.
On the stage, the disciples rotated.
Both the Qiankun Sect and the Liuyun Sword Sect had occasional victories and defeats, but the Wenxian Sect had lost seven times in a row!
Those disciples at the eighth level of the Pulse Formation Realm stood no chance against those at the ninth or tenth levels.
The only Wenxian Sect disciple with better luck faced an opponent of the same level, but still lost to the opponent’s swift sword and was kicked off the stage.
"The Wenxian Sect disciples are indeed worthless!"
A Liuyun Sword Sect disciple on stage laughed heartily. "Seven consecutive defeats for the Wenxian Sect. I suggest you all just withdraw from the competition. The Wenxian Sect should be removed from the top three sects!"
"Hahaha, what Wenxian Sect? It should be called the Weakling Sect since all they do is get beaten!"
"Exactly! Seven straight losses, how disgraceful!"
"Where did all that arrogance go? Turns out you're all a bunch of cowards!"
Voices of ridicule and scorn filled the air, making the Wenxian Sect disciples tremble with anger.
But with seven consecutive losses, their rage had no outlet.
The only ones who remained calm were Ling Feng and Lin Xian'er.
Under everyone's gaze, the Liuyun Sword Sect disciple slowly turned the divine luopan. As the golden light flashed, the final number was determined.
C10 was Lin Xian'er's number.
"Next, Lin Xian'er from the Wenxian Sect will take the stage!" Daoist Tian Yun announced from the roster.
"It’s finally my turn?" Lin Xian'er, who had been sitting silently behind Ling Feng, stood up.
She had witnessed the Wenxian Sect's seven consecutive defeats which was quite shameful.
However, that losing streak would end with her.
"Xian'er, it's your turn." Ling Feng smiled confidently at Lin Xian'er.
Even if it had been nine consecutive defeats, Ling Feng had absolute faith that Lin Xian'er could turn the tide.
A sky-tier student was not just a title given lightly!
"Leave it to me." Lin Xian'er smiled back at Ling Feng.
All this time, Ling Feng had been helping her. Now, it was her turn to repay him.