As Wan Yunting and Chang Wude returned, Xu Lingwei had already defeated the young disciple from the Kongtong Sect on the stage.
"Senior Sister, you're amazing."
Seeing Xu Lingwei come down, panting, Li Zihang immediately greeted her. Wan Yunting chuckled, "The next match won't be easy."
Hearing this, Xu Lingwei shot him a cold glance and said, "I hope I draw you in the next round!"
"Haha."
Wan Yunting knew she was unconvinced, and he smirked, "If we really draw each other, you'll be in trouble."
"Hmph."
Xu Lingwei snorted coldly, turned, and sat aside, too lazy to talk to him.
"Next, contestant number five, please come up."
As Sima Wentang's voice fell, it was a young disciple from the Kunlun Sect this time. His name was Guan Feipeng, already at the early stage of Martial Dao Dan Jin. His opponent, who drew number five, was a disciple from the Tai Shan Sect, but he was only at the middle stage of Hua Jin.
After the two bowed to each other on the stage, the disciple from the Tai Shan Sect made the first move. As a result, he was sent flying by Guan Feipeng with one move, directly winning the match.
"Guan Feipeng wins!"
Sima Wentang went up and announced Guan Feipeng's victory, then said, "Contestant number six, please come up for the match..."
The contestant who drew number six was a young disciple from the Huashan Sect named Mu Zhiming. He was also at the early stage of Martial Dao Dan Jin and was the strongest among the younger disciples of the Huashan Sect. His opponent, who drew number six, was another disciple from the Kunlun Sect, but he was only at the late stage of Hua Jin.
"Senior Brother Mu, I concede!"
As this Kunlun Sect disciple stepped onto the stage, he bowed directly to Mu Zhiming and conceded.
Because Guan Feipeng had told him that Mu Zhiming was at the early stage of Martial Dao Dan Jin, he decided to concede to avoid being defeated embarrassingly.
Mu Zhiming nodded with a smile, and the two left the stage together.
"Mu Zhiming wins this match."
Sima Wentang announced with the microphone and then said, "Contestant number seven, please come up for the match."
"Senior Disciple Brother, it's your turn, good luck."
Qi Wu and Zeng Yongchang immediately cheered for Wei Ping.
Wei Ping nodded with a smile, then strode towards the stage. His opponent, who drew number seven, was a young disciple from the Tan Tui Sect, but he was only at the middle stage of Hua Jin. Therefore, as the host, Wei Ping deliberately let him have ten moves, taking a few minutes before making him descend the stage.
"Good, our top disciple Wei Ping of the Wuliang Daoist Temple wins!" Sima Wentang came up and announced Wei Ping's victory with a smile.
"The Wuliang Daoist Temple is fortunate. Their disciples are all so strong; it's truly enviable," Sect Leader Liu Bing turned to Sima Boyong and Wuweizi and said with a smile.
"Sect Leader Liu's Qingcheng Sect's younger generation disciples are also not bad, especially your personal disciple Meng Jingwu, who is already at Martial Dao Dan Jin, right?" Sima Boyong pointed to the young disciple standing behind Liu Bing and said with a smile.
"Haha, yes."
Liu Bing smiled proudly twice and said, "My disciple broke through to Dan Jin at the age of 32, and now he's already taken a step into the middle stage of Dan Jin. It hasn't been a waste of my efforts over the years."
"Sect Leader Liu is truly a skilled mentor."
The sect leaders and masters of other sects immediately praised him. Sima Boyong nodded and smiled, "We are greatly anticipating his performance."
"It's my turn next!" said the young disciple Meng Jingwu, standing behind Liu Bing.
"Oh, drawing number eight, then hurry up and go."
Sima Wentang on the stage had already called for the contestant who drew number eight to come up. So Liu Bing let Meng Jingwu go up. This time, his opponent was none other than Wan Yunting!
"Junior Brother Wan, good luck."
Li Zihang immediately cheered him on.
Wan Yunting smiled and nodded, saying nothing, and then strode towards the stage. Sima Wentang glanced at him coldly. Seeing Meng Jingwu come up with an iron sword, he casually said, "You may begin."
Wan Yunting rubbed his nose, looked at Sima Wentang walking away, then turned to Meng Jingwu standing in front of him. Seeing him using a sword, he turned back to Li Zihang below the stage and asked him to fetch an iron sword and throw it up. Wan Yunting grabbed the iron sword and politely smiled at Meng Jingwu in front of him, "Wuliang Daoist Temple, Wan Yunting."
"Qingcheng Sect, Meng Jingwu."
Meng Jingwu raised his eyes slightly, looking at Wan Yunting with a hint of arrogance and disdain. He put down his hands and said, "This morning, when you fought that person, your internal energy was indeed strong. But unfortunately, your opponent now is me!"
"Heh heh."
Wan Yunting looked at Meng Jingwu's arrogant and self-righteous demeanor and smiled, "Let's stop wasting time with pleasantries and start directly."
"Hmph."
Seeing this, Meng Jingwu glared at him with arrogant eyes, then assumed a stance. He flourished his sword with his left hand in a taunting manner, "Come on, I'll let you have three moves!"
These words made Wan Yunting laugh. He waved his hand, "Then I'll let you have five moves!"
"Hmph, arrogant." Meng Jingwu cursed angrily.
Wan Yunting was also getting annoyed and said impatiently, "Can we just start already?"
Meng Jingwu's eyes widened in anger and he roared, "Kid, I'll teach you how to respect others. Take this..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Jingwu, holding his sword with his left hand, directly thrust forward. However, Wan Yunting rotated his right wrist, and with his spinning steps, he slashed with the iron sword in his hand...
Clang! With a sound, he struck Meng Jingwu's thrusting sword, and immediately his left hand turned, his sword passing over his head. He used a move called "Cloud Sword" and thrust at Wan Yunting's neck again.
Clang!
Wan Yunting once again blocked his sword with his own. He decided not to hold back anymore and unleashed the third move of the Wuliang Sword technique, "Jie Huo Hong Lian." The aura released by the sword technique made Meng Jingwu's eyes suddenly widen. He immediately held his sword with his right hand and used a peculiar footwork to narrowly evade Wan Yunting's third move of the Wuliang Sword technique, "Jie Huo Hong Lian," pushing him back several steps. He looked at Wan Yunting in surprise.
"Wuliang Sword technique!"
Wuweizi and Wei Ping below the stage were stunned to see Wan Yunting use the third move of the Wuliang Sword technique, "Jie Huo Hong Lian."
This Wuliang Sword technique was the most superior sword technique in the Wuliang Daoist Temple's martial arts. Only disciples with exceptional talent could practice it. They never expected Chang Wude to have taught the Wuliang Sword technique to Wan Yunting.
Furthermore, seeing him execute the third move, "Jie Huo Hong Lian," showed that Wan Yunting had practiced the Wuliang Sword technique to a state of perfection. This further unbalanced the hearts of disciples like Wei Ping, Zeng Yongchang, and Qi Wu.
Especially Xu Lingwei, who had also been practicing the Wuliang Sword technique, but she admitted that the power of her third move, "Jie Huo Hong Lian," was not as great as Wan Yunting's.
Even Sima Boyong's small eyes narrowed again. Lu Chenzi, sitting beside him, exclaimed, "This young man's swordsmanship is superb!"
"Indeed."
He had the good fortune to witness Wuweizi perform the Wuliang Sword technique at the Huashan Sword Conference years ago. This sword technique was a superior martial art of the Wuliang Daoist Temple.
Buddhist scriptures say that there are four immeasurables: one is kindness, two is compassion, three is joy, and four is equanimity! These four immeasurables are the core of the Wuliang Sword technique!
"Heh heh, Sect Leader Liu, it seems your disciple has met his match this time," Sect Leader Shi Yizhen of the Huashan Sect turned to Liu Bing and said with a smile.
Liu Bing's gaze was also on the stage, watching Wan Yunting and Meng Jingwu fighting. He was well aware of his disciple's martial arts. He hadn't expected this disciple from outside the Wuliang Daoist Temple to have such high martial arts skills and to wield the Wuliang Sword technique so proficiently. It seemed that Meng Jingwu would have some difficulty winning this match.
Clang clang clang...
On the stage, sparks flew from the collision of iron swords, and the clang sound continuously echoed. Wan Yunting and Meng Jingwu, wielding iron swords, had exchanged over ten moves within a minute. They went back and forth, their strength evenly matched.
Moreover, Meng Jingwu's Eight Immortals Sword technique from the Qingcheng Sect was also swift and powerful, earning him much applause from the crowd below the stage, which made Meng Jingwu's confidence in defeating his opponent grow.
Following this, he thrust his sword out with a "hanging sword" technique, his aura reaching directly to the sword tip, piercing forward like lightning. Wan Yunting quickly raised his sword blade to block it in front of his chest. Instantly, Meng Jingwu's sword tip struck the sword blade Wan Yunting was blocking with. The power released by the aura numbed Wan Yunting's tiger's mouth holding the sword, and he was forced back two steps, creating distance between them.
"How is it?"
Meng Jingwu raised his chin, looking at Wan Yunting with arrogant eyes. He was starting to get smug.
Wan Yunting held the iron sword with his left hand, shook his numb right tiger's mouth, nodded, and smiled, "As expected of the renowned Eight Immortals Sword technique of the Qingcheng Sect, it is indeed formidable."
Meng Jingwu said proudly, "Besides the Eight Immortals Sword technique, our Qingcheng Sect also has the Seven Stars Sword technique, Dragon Tiger Sword technique, and others. I wonder if you have the ability to experience them all."
"Heh heh."
Wan Yunting gripped his sword again with his right hand, a smile rising on his lips, and said, "Then I might not have the chance to experience all your sword techniques, because I won't let you have the opportunity to use them!"
These words made Meng Jingwu's eyes widen in anger. He scoffed, "Kid, don't be so arrogant. With just the Eight Immortals Sword technique, I can teach you how to respect others!"
Swish!
Wan Yunting swung his sword with his right hand, cutting through the air with a whistling sound. He looked into Meng Jingwu's eyes, and a strange green light flashed, like a pair of snake eyes. Instantly, Wan Yunting's entire demeanor changed, and he said, "Enough nonsense, watch your sword!"
As the words fell, Wan Yunting lunged forward, sword in hand, and unhesitatingly chopped at Meng Jingwu again...
Clang!
Meng Jingwu raised his sword horizontally to block. Wan Yunting's iron sword heavily struck his blade. A tremendous force caused Meng Jingwu's iron sword to emit a low hum. At the same time, his right tiger's mouth began to feel numb, and he secretly thought in shock, "This kid, how can his strength be so great?"
Clang!
Then, Wan Yunting raised his sword again and fiercely slashed at him. Meng Jingwu raised his sword to block again...
Clang clang clang!
Thus, Wan Yunting's sword strikes became heavier with each blow. He didn't use any sword moves at all but relied on his terrifying brute strength to force Meng Jingwu back step by step, pushing him to the edge of the stage...
He finally reacted, enduring the intense pain in his right tiger's mouth, and turned around on the stage, dodging Wan Yunting's last sword strike like a gourd. He quickly returned to the center of the stage and then rubbed his right tiger's mouth, cursing angrily, "What kind of moves are these? It's clearly just wild hacking."
At this moment, the onlookers from the various sects below the stage were pointing and discussing Wan Yunting on the stage. His repeated heavy chops at Meng Jingwu, five or six times, were like street fighting, with no discernible skill, only brute force.