Many people on the field shared Tang Heng's thoughts, not optimistic about Wang Wenjian.
After all, Wang Wenjian was just an ordinary cultivator, without any special bloodline or physique. How could he be Fang Tong's opponent relying solely on his decent swordsmanship?
It was important to remember that Fang Tong was likely ranked among the top five in overall strength among the younger generation in the Southern Domain.
Subsequently, as everyone discussed the outstanding talents of the younger generation, many inevitably brought up the most legendary one.
Undoubtedly, the undisputed number one in the Southern Domain was the little prodigy of the Luo family, Luo Li.
The youngest Spirit Emperor in history, it was even rumored that she had recently gone into seclusion to break through to the Mortal Immortal realm, making her potentially the youngest Mortal Immortal in history.
Perhaps, in the future, she might even become the youngest Immortal in history!
Everyone was discussing Luo Li, and many knew that behind her rise was a powerful behind-the-scenes supporter, an supreme existence known as Mr. Ji.
It was said that this Mr. Ji possessed world-shattering, ghost-moving abilities, was unfathomably deep, and had connections everywhere.
Then, everyone's gaze involuntarily fell on Ji Mo.
They quickly and tacitly looked away.
Impossible, how could that Mr. Ji be Ji Mo? It was absolutely impossible.
The competition continued.
The most nerve-wracking third match finally began.
On the battle stage.
Wang Wenjian, holding his willow-leaf saber, looked expressionlessly at the cold and beautiful woman opposite him.
It had to be said that Fang Tong was truly beautiful, with delicate features and an arrogant demeanor. Her form-fitting dark red soft armor accentuated her excellent figure.
A woman like this could easily ignite the desire for conquest in ordinary men, but Wang Wenjian was no ordinary man; he had no room for women in his heart.
"I've watched your matches, you're quite good, your swordsmanship is strong. It's a pity you haven't awakened a special bloodline or physique."
Fang Tong's lips were thin, and her words carried a hint of sharpness and disdain.
She possessed a special bloodline and considered herself superior, always looking down on cultivators with ordinary physiques and bloodlines.
In fact, this viewpoint was also the sentiment of the vast majority of cultivators. While talent was important, aptitude could determine much more.
Sometimes, no matter how great one's talent, or how diligently they cultivated, they simply couldn't compare to someone with a special bloodline or physique.
A sparrow could fly, but could it fly higher than a roc?
Song Weiqian also harbored doubts and confusion, unable to understand why Ji Mo hadn't given Wang Wenjian a special physique or bloodline.
With Ji Mo's heaven-defying methods, this was not a difficult matter at all, merely a matter of a quick trip to the woods.
Given Wang Wenjian's talent for swordsmanship, if it were complemented by a suitable special bloodline or physique, his combat power would be unimaginable.
"There's nothing to regret. As long as the saber is in hand, I can cut down all enemies!"
Wang Wenjian said indifferently.
He knew that Lin Mengmeng and Xuanyang had received their special physiques and bloodlines from Ji Mo, but he had never actively expressed a desire to possess a special physique or bloodline himself.
He felt that Ji Mo's arrangements must have a deeper meaning.
And as his swordsmanship became increasingly refined, he seemed to grasp Ji Mo's well-intentioned efforts.
"Is your Langya so poor that you don't even have a decent saber? Do you want me to give you a legendary saber?"
Fang Tong looked at the merely Inheritance-grade saber in Wang Wenjian's hand with disdain.
Equipment grades were roughly divided into: Common, Rare, Inheritance, Epic, Legendary, Dreamlike, Immortal Spirit, Mythical, and so on.
In fact, the competition had regulations regarding equipment, prohibiting contestants from using Dreamlike or higher-grade equipment.
If powerful equipment were used, the competition would lose its essence, becoming a contest of equipment rather than personal strength, which was undesirable.
To avoid winning without honor and taking advantage of the opponent, Fang Tong was quite generous in offering to give Wang Wenjian a Legendary-grade saber.
This made many envious.
Not to mention how precious Legendary-grade equipment was in itself, the most important thing was that it was a gift from Fang Tong, carrying extraordinary significance. To receive it was a huge gain; anyone who refused would be a complete fool.
However, Wang Wenjian was indeed a complete fool, refusing outright and stating he didn't need it.
After being rejected, Fang Tong's expression immediately turned colder.
It had always been the swarm of admirers who tried their best and found ways to give her gifts.
This was the first time in her life she had actively offered something to a man, only to be rejected, and in front of everyone.
Didn't she have any pride?
"Sir, did you also teach Wang Wenjian the seven-character dating advice?"
Xuanyang asked curiously upon witnessing this scene.
The so-called seven-character dating advice was: Be bold, be ruthless, have a thick skin!
And at this moment, Wang Wenjian seemed to be employing the tactic of playing hard to get.
There were many ways to quickly attract a girl's attention, and making her hate you was undoubtedly the simplest and most direct method.
Didn't you see how Fang Tong's expression towards Wang Wenjian had changed?
"You teach students dating advice?"
Song Weiqian glared at Ji Mo with suspicion.
If he taught other things, she would have nothing to say, but given Ji Mo's emotional intelligence, could he even date?
"A teacher who doesn't teach students dating advice isn't a good teacher. What's with that suspicious look? I'm actually very good at it."
Ji Mo said with a serious expression.
"Sir, are there any seven-character dating advice for boys? Could you teach me too?"
Lin Mengmeng looked shyly at Ji Mo, twisting the hem of her clothes, her small face flushed red.
"No."
Ji Mo immediately refused. "You're still young, no dating allowed. Look at your Aunt Song, she's already old and still hasn't dated, she's someone to learn from."
Aunt Song?
An old woman?
Song Weiqian was furious. Did she hear correctly? How did she become an auntie?
She was still a maiden waiting to be married.
However, Ji Mo's next sentence almost made her explode with anger.
"That's not appropriate either. Your Aunt Song is unwanted, that's why she's single. It's better not to learn from her."
Ji Mo analyzed seriously, believing that Song Weiqian couldn't get married because she was too fiery.
Lin Mengmeng, with her adorable personality, shouldn't be led astray by Song Weiqian.
He decisively used Song Weiqian as a negative example for his lecture.
"Ji Mo, explain yourself. Why am I unwanted?"
Song Weiqian's voice clearly rose by eight octaves, her expression as if she wanted to devour someone.
Xuanyang on the side sighed, "Sir's dating skills have truly reached the pinnacle. In just a few words, he has Teacher Song hooked. He's too amazing!"
While there was banter below the stage,
the atmosphere on the battle stage was indeed a bit off.
"Do you want it or not?"
Fang Tong pressed aggressively, unwilling to be rejected, and even less willing to accept rejection from a man.
"No."
Wang Wenjian's attitude was firm, and he said, "Given that you genuinely want to give me something, I can cut you a few less times later."
"Cut me a few less times? What arrogance! Not only will I not let you touch me, but I will beat you until your teeth are scattered on the ground."
Fang Tong was enraged.
What kind of talk was that? Did he look down on her so much?
Did he really think his broken saber could hit me?
Fang Tong was filled with anger. She decided she must teach Wang Wenjian a good lesson and make him pay for his arrogance.