He drew his sword and swung, a sharp sword wind instantly carving a deep gash into the hard arena floor.
Huang Yong bowed slightly, cupping his fists.
No excessive pleasantries.
He exploded into action.
Boom!
With a sword strike, immense power surged into the heavy sword in his hand, making the blade feel as if it weighed a thousand pounds.
The sword light descended like a wall.
Jin Yuyao drew her slender sword to block, but was forced back repeatedly by Huang Yong's abnormal, terrifying strength.
Huang Yong's face showed a ferocious smile, giving Jin Yuyao no chance to breathe.
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
He pressed his attack relentlessly, his powerful sword energy scattering in all directions, completely dominating the advantage and initiative.
If not for Jin Yuyao's exquisite and agile swordsmanship, her impenetrable defense, and her swift changes in technique, she would have long ago been cleaved into pieces by Huang Yong.
Even so, Jin Yuyao could only struggle to hold on.
Huang Yong's cultivation was no weaker than hers.
His swordsmanship was characterized by its grand, sweeping, and direct style, which was highly disadvantageous to her.
She possessed exquisite swordsmanship, but had no room to display it.
"Why is the power of his sword so strong!"
Jin Yuyao was greatly anxious.
She clearly felt that Huang Yong's realm and strength were not much different from hers.
Yet, the power of each of his strikes was crushing her.
This left her unable to comprehend.
Pei Jingguang, watching from below the arena, laughed triumphantly. "My Pei family is a family of Sword Masters. What is a Sword Master? The foremost swordsman of Liuyun Kingdom! Even a sword slave from our Pei family is a top-tier swordsman when placed outside."
"He has long mastered a trace of sword intent. How could your flashy, uninitiated sword techniques possibly contend with it?"
Jin Yuyao trembled upon hearing this.
She couldn't help but recall Ling Fan's words and his evaluation of her swordsmanship.
Could what he said truly be correct?
Pei Jingguang looked at Wei Liuping opposite him and said with extreme arrogance, "Pingzi, it seems this round is won by your Uncle Guang. Aren't you going to tell your beauty to stop? If she loses an arm or a leg later, I won't be responsible for compensation."
"Hmph!"
Wei Liuping let out a displeased snort.
However, he could also see that Jin Yuyao's swordsmanship was indeed far inferior to this sword slave of the Pei family.
He said to Jin Yuyao on the arena, "Enough. You are no match for him. Accept your loss as agreed."
Jin Yuyao did not reply.
Gritting her teeth tightly.
She desperately attacked Huang Yong.
For a moment, brilliant sword light unfurled like a waterfall, swift and rapid, layer upon layer, surging forward like angry waves rising higher and higher.
Huang Yong sneered upon seeing this.
His arm suddenly thickened by a circle.
Even more formidable power erupted from the heavy sword in his hand.
Clang, clang, clang.
The two swords clashed fiercely.
Sword light erupted on the arena.
The formation was activated, forming a defensive shield that contained all the residual combat energy within the arena's boundaries.
Jin Yuyao's arm was completely numb, her tiger's mouth cracked, and bright red blood dripped continuously.
The vital energy within her body was also thrown into disarray by Huang Yong's powerful counter-attack, her meridians feeling as if they were tearing with agonizing pain.
But she did not stop her assault, gritting her teeth and fighting desperately.
"Hmph, overestimating yourself. With your shoddy sword skills, go back and cultivate for a hundred years before coming back!"
Huang Yong grinned sinisterly.
Rolling sword energy coiled around the heavy sword in his hand. He gripped the sword with both hands and cleaved down, a torrent of sword energy surging forth.
Jin Yuyao's figure suddenly flew backward powerlessly, like a falling leaf.
Bang.
As Jin Yuyao spat blood and fell to the ground.
The victor was decided.
"Hahaha! Pingzi, what do you say? Is my Uncle Guang's sword slave impressive? What were you thinking by comparing yourself to our Pei family in swordsmanship! One sword slave from our Pei family can crush your so-called geniuses."
Pei Jingguang laughed arrogantly, taunting Wei Liuping.
Wei Liuping's expression became extremely ugly.
He slapped his waist storage gourd and took out two fist-sized spirit cores.
Countless fine, thread-like strands of extremely dense spiritual energy immediately diffused out.
Wei Liuping, with great reluctance, threw these two spirit cores to Pei Jingguang.
"I only brought two with me. I'll give you the remaining three tomorrow."
Pei Jingguang said smugly, "Fine! I'm not afraid you'll renege. If you dare to renege, I'll go to your Wei family's doorstep and beat gongs and drums, saying that Young Master Wei has no gambling integrity and doesn't pay his debts."
Wei Liuping's face grew even uglier.
He suddenly turned.
And looked at Jin Yuyao.
"You slut, do you know your place now? Hmph, you thought you were so great and dared to refuse this young master's good intentions. And now? Have you cleared your head? Damn it, you made this young master lose five spirit cores for nothing."
"Do you know now that you are nothing! You thought you were top-tier in that small pond of Xichuan, but can you maintain your pride after coming to the Royal City! Heh heh, you're just a frog in a well."
"Tonight, you will obediently wash yourself clean and crawl into this young master's bed!"
"I originally wanted to bring you into the Snow King's Palace, but now that opportunity is gone. You are only fit to be my plaything!"
Wei Liuping was unscrupulously attacking Jin Yuyao's confidence.
Jin Yuyao trembled violently from Wei Liuping's words.
Her red lips were bitten until they bled.
Utterly humiliated!
"This woman's swordsmanship is indeed extremely ordinary, with no outstanding points. She's just a vase."
Wei Liuping also chuckled.
A lecherous glint flashed in his eyes.
"What do you say, Pingzi? I also have a few talented beauties at my place, with looks no less than this beauty. Shall we swap and have some fun? We are rivals in martial arts, but in this regard, I think we can communicate and share more."
Wei Liuping's eyes lit up. "Agreed!"
"Let's go, you female dog, come back with this young master!"
Wei Liuping greedily looked at Jin Yuyao's body and reached out to grab the crestfallen Jin Yuyao.
Just then.
A faint voice sounded.
"Touch her one finger, and I will make your body and soul perish."
Accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, a teacup hit Wei Liuping's hand with a bang.
It shattered with a crack.
Scalding tea splashed all over Wei Liuping's face.
Jiang Yong, Song Yuhang, Li Chenyang, and the others were stunned by this scene.
Pei Jingguang, Huang Yong, and the others opposite were also very surprised.
Jin Yuyao, who had already resigned herself to death to preserve her purity, now stared with disbelief.
Everyone looked towards the source of the sound.
They saw the gray-haired youth, who had been ignored all along, slowly stand up.
He was the one who had spoken just now.
He was also the one who had thrown the teacup.
Jiang Yong and the others were inwardly horrified, looking at Ling Fan as if he were a dead man.
This brat was simply tired of living!
Who did he think he was?
He dared to play the hero saving the damsel in front of a top young master like Wei Liuping.
Did he have the strength for it!