Xiaao Wu’s face was full of mockery, and his words were equally harsh.
Indeed, Xiaao Wu ranked roughly fourth among the eight from Xuaanwu City.
Ahead of him were the Xuaanwu Reaper Wu Zhen, Giant Fist Sui Zhi, and another named Zheng Shi who was a Later Stage warrior of the Heavenly Fate Realm.
For him to step forward and target the Holy Spirit Academy wasn’t too much of a bullying act.
Xuaanwu Academy targeting Holy Spirit Academy was something both Great Cang Academy and Fei Ming Academy were happy to see. These two academies tacitly didn’t interfere, and didn’t send their own students to volunteer, simply adopting the attitude of spectators.
"Principal, let me take him on!" Jing Yuan said firmly.
Xiaao Wu had called them out by name; if Holy Spirit Academy did not dare to respond, it would absolutely become a joke within a joke.
And Jing Yuan was just suited for it — it had to be him, as the others, including Liu Xi, were not at the Half-Step Heavenly Fate Realm.
Chen Jianqiong frowned slightly, not really wanting Jing Yuan to take the challenge deep down.
Even if Jing Yuan were to go up, he might not necessarily win, optimally it would be fifty-fifty.
And if Jing Yuan did not take up the challenge, should one of the weaker half-step Heavenly Fate Realm cultivators from the other three academies come forward to accept the challenge, Jing Yuan could seize the opportunity to fight them and very likely move onto the next round.
But now, since Xiaao Wu had specifically called them out by name, was Holy Spirit Academy supposed to just play turtle?!
At the Great Cang Martial Training Ground.
The noise arose once again.
"Holy Spirit Academy, hurry up!"
"What are you hesitating for? Don’t you have just one in the Half-Step Heavenly Fate Realm? Who else could it be if not him?"
"You could also just ignore Xiaao Wu, playing turtle suits you well!"
"After this Qiuqing Martial Path exchange match, if Holy Spirit Academy has any dignity left, they might as well withdraw from the Four Great Academies!"
"I think! The whole Scarlet Prefecture could well be merged into Yi State Domain!"
The pressure came surging again.
Not to mention Jing Yuan and the others, even Chen Jianqiong was finding it hard to breathe.
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The entire Holy Spirit City was eerily silent.
All cultivators clenched their fists tightly, staring at the big screen, faces grim, silently immersed in humiliation.
Blame Jing Yuan and the others? Blame the Holy Spirit Academy? Blame them for losing face?
Because, the Holy Spirit Academy and the likes of Jing Yuan were already the strongest in the Scarlet Prefecture, there was none stronger.
It was only that Yi State Domain was too perverse.
This was well known; among the Four Great Provincial Domains, Yi State Domain was blessed with the most Spirit Veins, since ancient times it was a land of outstanding people and spirituality, Scarlet Prefecture just couldn’t compare.
Although Jing Yuan and Holy Spirit Academy were not to blame, still, the pressure on the teeming cultivators of Holy Spirit City had reached its limit!!!
On the big screen, Xiaao Wu’s arrogance, wanton demeanor, and the jeering of millions at the Great Cang Martial Training Ground seemed to stab into their bones.
It felt as if they were standing in the Great Cang Martial Training Ground being humiliated themselves.
After what felt like forever.
Chen Jianqiong nodded: "Jing Yuan, be careful!"
Even though he knew that Jing Yuan was more likely to lose than to win by going up, it was the only option.
They really couldn’t afford to play turtle; if they did, Holy Spirit Academy would become everyone’s target, watched by countless cultivators far in Holy Spirit City.
To lose, was acceptable, but being a turtle, was not.
"Hahaha... not bad, you have a bit of courage!" Xiaao Wu laughed loudly, staring at Jing Yuan, his mouth twisting in disdain, "What’s your name?"
"Jing Yuan!" Jing Yuan replied sternly.
"Jing Yuan? You tell me, should I give you one move, or two, or perhaps three?" Xiaao Wu blinked his eyes.
As soon as these words were spoken.
There was an immediate lively buzz throughout the Martial Training Ground.
And yet Holy Spirit City was deadly silent.
The people of Xuaanwu Academy were bullying them too much.
Jing Yuan’s expression turned extremely ugly; he deeply glared at Xiaao Wu and then, not wanting to waste words, struck directly.
The longsword was unleashed.
Sword Light flickered across the void, spanning the space like silvery white dots, spiraling and adorning, akin to the form of falling stars.
Suddenly, on the Martial Battle Platform, the air turned icy cold, solidifying slightly.
A very strong sword move.
As Jing Yuan made his move, the mocking at the Great Cang Martial Training Field became much less.
Many Martial Cultivators looked at Jing Yuan again, their eyes somewhat more solemn.
In Holy Spirit City, beneath the large screen, amid the sea of Martial Cultivators, many were getting excited, anticipative, holding their breaths, staring intently at the screen.
Xiao Wu disappeared like smoke!!!
Mysteriously vanished.
"This sword move is not bad, but unfortunately, you’re up against me!" Xiao Wu, while disappearing, playfully laughed.
"Heaven Level High Quality movement technique!" Below the platform, Chen Jianqiong’s face grew pale, his heart filled with sorrow. The Holy Spirit Academy indeed couldn’t compare with the Xuanwu Academy, at least, the Heaven Level High Quality movement technique, at the Holy Spirit Academy, was hard to come by for Martial Cultivators below the Heavenly Fate Realm.
As Xiao Wu disappeared, Jing Yuan’s sword strike lost its target, resolutely rippling past and directly entering the void.
Jing Yuan’s breathing became heavy for a moment, his eyes flickering as he frantically tried to capture Xiao Wu’s figure, half a breath later.
The Autumn Wind Fallen Leaves Sword, Jing Yuan’s most proficient swordsmanship, brought to the realm of Perfection, was skillfully executed by him.
A streak of Sword Light flashed by, still amazingly fast.
Xiao Wu disappeared again.
"That’s the second move!" Xiao Wu said lightly, very relaxed.
Below the platform, Chen Jianqiong’s face grew extremely grim, while those from Xuaanwu Academy, including their leader, all bore arrogant expressions.
"Damn it!!!" Jing Yuan grew anxious as his third sword move was rushed and somewhat messy.
The result was obvious.
Once again, he missed his target.
"Three moves have passed, you’re useless, now it’s my turn!" Xiao Wu’s voice suddenly grew loud...
On the Martial Battle Platform, a startlingly bright scarlet light abruptly appeared!
That light was so fine it seemed like a fleeting scarlet thread, which most Martial Cultivators simply couldn’t catch.
What was even more terrifying was that on this fine Sword Light, there seemed to be not even a bit of Sword Intent, completely giving an impression of invisibility.
Jing Yuan clearly felt the sense of danger, but he just didn’t know where this feeling was coming from?
His face grew even paler, his body trembling slightly, he wanted to draw his sword to defend, but there was completely no direction or target.
Jing Yuan’s breath hitched!
He suddenly felt a sharp pain in his back.
In that second, under the watchful eyes of thousands, the back of Jing Yuan, bore the two blood-red characters — USELESS, vividly appearing in everyone’s view like a carving.
On the Martial Training Field, first there was a moment of silence, then...
"What a creative idea!"
"Excellent swordsmanship!"
The crowd completely erupted, ignited, many onlooking Martial Cultivators couldn’t control themselves, laughing exaggeratedly.
Jing Yuan still didn’t know what had happened, standing there dazed.
Xiao Wu glanced at Jing Yuan, then, headed straight towards the platform below.
Chu Jing Gang announced simultaneously: "Xiao Wu wins!"