For the members of the Wei Wo Zheng Sect, this is a good way to maintain their mindset, but sometimes they just need to be less extreme, and over here, the Guardians can let many people keep their lives.

Thus, the piece of wood Dongfang Sansan gifted has great value; even without the Dragon Whisker Tea, Dongfang Sansan would still gift it. Shamelessly plucking two pounds of tea from the opponent can allow several Saint-level Martial Artists on my side to ascend a grade; why would I, Dongfang Sansan, care about a bit of face?

Yan Nan obviously also thought of this point, so he asked in displeasure, "Before, I gave you ten pounds, what did you give me?"

Then Dongfang Sansan turned his head to look at the field, praising, "Remarkably well fought. Vice Sect Master Yan, you and I both have successors."

Yan Nan’s face darkened again.

Why can’t I be as shameless as Dongfang Sansan?

...

On the field, Bing Jian and Luo Shishui each displayed their ultimate moves, evenly matched.

Both wielded swords, their blades intertwined, impenetrable by water, and at the intense moments, only two massive silver bright light spheres could be seen swirling around the arena.

Suddenly, with a loud boom, the two combined into one, and countless Sword Qi suddenly burst out.

All were intercepted by the barrier set by the referee.

Everyone’s gaze fixated, obviously both had already exerted their full strength and begun fighting desperately.

At this point, there was no control over the scattered Sword Qi.

"Do you think Luo Shishui can win?" Feng Xiangdong, initially confident in Luo Shishui, now felt a little unsettled.

This prolonged stalemate was truly unexpected.

"He can!"

Fang Che asserted.

"Why?"

"Luo Shishui has one more move to use."

Fang Che was sure.

That move Luo Shishui had learned from him.

In such a short time, Luo Shishui could only learn one sword technique.

The most accurate one.

Fang Che couldn’t help but admire their ingenuity, almost as sharp as Mo Gan Yun; their vision was astoundingly keen.

From the first day’s combat together, they noticed a clue.

Then, in the ensuing battles, Fang Che faced the most challenges, almost battled continuously by thirty-five people in turn.

In just ten or so days, each person gained something.

Furthermore, everyone was remarkably prudent and refrained from being overly greedy.

Just one style.

Regardless of whether they used a sword, a blade, or a hammer, they imitated the perfect posture suited to themselves, and then slowly pondered it.

Luo Shishui chose a move called Sky Flying Sword.

The combat on the field grew ever fiercer, and the outcome was about to be decided in this moment.

Fang Che and Feng Xiangdong and others watched intently, without blinking.

This was the King-level friendly battle, and for the first match, whether they could open with a victory depended on Luo Shishui.

With a loud clang.

The two swords clashed fiercely together.

The two agile figures simultaneously staggered back.

But everyone saw, as Luo Shishui staggered back, his heel pivoted, leveraging the recoil to spin his whole body in a circle, completing the rotation in an instant; his balance adjusted and with a kick, the whole person flew into the sky.

He formed a dazzling white light in the air.

At this moment, every part of his body was adjusted perfectly straight, parallel to the sword, even with endless residual power to continue wielding the long sword.

And the opponent, just as he flew into the air, finished adjusting after a severe reactive retreat.

Before having the chance to strike, a white light hit like lightning before it could be heard, reaching in front of his eyes.

Ready to pierce through his skull.

Swoosh!

Yun Du appeared on the field, gently pinching the sword tip with two fingers.

Pausing Luo Shishui’s body in mid-air, calmly saying, "The outcome is decided. Guardian Luo Shishui wins."

The sword tip had pierced half an inch into Bing Jian’s forehead, blood had already began to flow.

Yun Du’s timing in acting was impeccable.

Showing the result without causing serious injury to Bing Jian.

Just a small cut.

But this was enough.

Luo Shishui sheathed his sword, somersaulted to the ground, cupped his hands in salute with the sword: "I concede."

Bing Jian, face darkened, said, "That sword, I couldn’t block. There’s no concession involved. Congratulations on your first win."

Turning back.

Luo Shishui returned to the lineup, receiving a warm welcome.

"Fortunately, I didn’t let you down!"

Luo Shishui laughed happily, as if a different person from the seemingly cautious person during the battle. He couldn’t even imagine what would happen if he lost his first battle.

Outsiders, including the Guardian’s top ranks, would understand.

But his father, grandfather, great-grandfather, and master, would definitely not understand.

If they didn’t flay his skin, it would be considered a good temper.

Luckily, he won. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

Luo Shishui wiped off a cold sweat.

"Second battle, Wei Wo Zheng Sect’s Ling Kong, against Guardian Tan Dashi."

After Yun Du announced, even his face twitched a bit.

Truly, the name ’Tan Dashi’ is a bit impressive.

Tan Dashi strode forward.

Fang Che urged in a low voice: "Mutual destruction."

Tan Dashi seemed not to hear, just rolled his eyes, indicating he understood.

"This match is a bit risky for Dashi."

Feng Xiangdong said in a low voice.

"Yes, it’s a bit risky. Ling Kong is ranked as the fourth on their side, while Dashi is eighth on ours."

Fang Che said, "Such positions are not randomly assigned."

"Indeed, and that Ling Kong shows great momentum."

"Hmm."

The two on the field had already begun fighting.

Fang Che watched the fight, feeling a little emotional. Back in the Cultivating Gu to Become a God Plan, the six of Ling Kong were probably not his match at the time.

Yet they had quickly advanced to the Ninth grade King level.

Thinking of all the fortuitous encounters and support he utilized from everywhere, only to reach the current Third grade King level.