And yet, just with family resources, they managed to reach this level.

With no risk, they got ahead, and they’re not lacking in battle experience or crisis awareness.

Reflecting on my own experiences during this time, I can’t help but shed a tear for myself.

If it’s really just the Yemo of the Wei Wo Zheng Sect, then perhaps, in the future, I can only be their follower. The advantage of the headquarters is just too overwhelming.

The battle between the two in the field made Fang Che and the others all have serious expressions.

On the surface, it seems evenly matched, but they know Tan Dashi had already been suppressed.

The skills Tan Dashi is displaying now are already nearing the level he reaches when sparring with Fang Che and the others at critical moments; he should be using his trump card next.

Yet Ling Kong’s swordsmanship remains calm and continues to change.

Moreover, in terms of power, Tan Dashi is also at a disadvantage.

Fang Che and Feng Xiangdong’s expressions were worried.

Tan Dashi also felt the situation was unfavorable and immediately changed his approach, gathering all his cultivation, launching three consecutive strikes to force a direct clash with Ling Kong.

With three loud clangs, the two clashed heavily with three swords.

Ling Kong pressed forward with full force, not stepping back even half a step, while Tan Dashi’s body floated back three steps, Ling Kong immediately advanced two steps.

Tan Dashi let out a roar, directly shining his sword for an attack, one sword determined to die striking straight at Ling Kong’s heart, only attacking without defending.

A fierce and intense momentum burst forth.

Ling Kong, confident of victory, naturally wouldn’t risk his life and evaded by withdrawing his sword; yet Tan Dashi’s second sword already screamed towards him, still with twelve levels of offense.

Ling Kong was forced back half a step, sealing the attack route.

But Tan Dashi’s third sword came again.

With thirteen consecutive sword strikes, Ling Kong retreated eight steps.

Feng Xiangdong’s eyes showed joy: "Ling Kong was deceived, Dashi’s swordsmanship lies in momentum, once the momentum builds, combat power can double."

"Not necessarily."

Fang Che appeared worried in his eyes.

Others might not know Ling Kong, but he knew clearly, though Ling Kong had many flaws, he was a person who advanced step by step strategically.

He absolutely wouldn’t fall into a trap so easily.

If he’s showing like this, there must be a reason.

Tan Dashi’s momentum was like a rainbow, with more than twenty consecutive moves, forcing Ling Kong only to dodge, his momentum increasing evermore.

The twenty-seventh sword!

Tan Dashi leapt up, the sword launched without retreat.

Again, it was a determined-to-die move.

Ling Kong roared violently, no longer retreating but forcefully collided!

The two swords clashed madly.

Sparks splattered, Ling Kong’s sword tip suddenly broke off, arrow-like straight towards Tan Dashi’s throat.

Tan Dashi, startled, tilted his head to evade, but the place where Ling Kong’s long sword broke off suddenly launched a spray of black needles towards his face that had just tilted away.

He closed his eyes, ready to endure...

But Ling Kong actually drew out a sword from the sword hilt...

"The outcome is decided! Wei Wo Zheng Sect’s Ling Kong wins!"

Lang Jiu from the Ziyi Palace was already standing between the two, holding a bunch of cow hair needles in his palm, looking at Ling Kong: "Such a potent poison."

Ling Kong smiled faintly: "Thank you for letting me win."

He turned to leave.

The Guardian side remained in silence.

Under the watchful eyes of many, Tan Dashi indeed lost. If it weren’t for Lang Jiu, he would have lost both his eyes.

Moreover, at the same moment he closed his eyes, Ling Kong had already drawn out the sword within the sword; if Tan Dashi had been hit by the needle on his face, that instant would have been enough for Ling Kong to open several holes in him with the sword within the sword.

...

"This Ling Kong is not bad."

Dongfang Sansan said: "Actually, real strength could also win, although it was a clever trick, it saved effort, the key is he wasn’t arrogant in victory, no joy displayed on his face, remained very calm. Quite a good seedling."

Yan Nan smiled lightly: "This kid is indeed good. Actually, your Tan Dashi is also good, just lacking some battle experience."

"Facing such methods, unless someone with abundant battle experience like a seasoned veteran, it’s hard to evade."

Dongfang Sansan didn’t seem to mind.

One victory and one defeat, creating a set outcome.

When Tan Dashi came back, he was somewhat despondent, but his eyes were full of raging anger. If it was truly his actual combat power that lost, he wouldn’t feel so bad.

But now, being tricked with despicable means by the opponent, naturally, he wasn’t convinced.

"Don’t be upset, his real combat power is above yours. And this trick with the broken sword flying needle and the sword within the sword, he exposed it a bit early; therefore, he surely has other more sinister methods. If you meet him next time, your loss could be even greater if you aren’t vigilant."

Fang Che whispered.

"Yes." Tan Dashi calmed down and immediately realized: "Yes, regardless of anything, losing is losing."

"Facing it correctly is good, going back, it’s just a beating."

Xue Wanren comforted.

"Where’s only a beating... at least five or six beatings." Tan Dashi twisted his face, nearly crying.

He could already feel a few pairs of eyes in the crowd on him, like knives already stripping his skin...

Luo Shishui came closer, solemnly comforting: "Dashi, don’t worry, it’s no big deal, I’ll help plead for you, I won after all, so I have some face."

"Get lost!"

Tan Dashi almost went mad from anger.

You call that pleading? If you just stand there, I assure you I’ll get beaten even worse!

And several times worse!

"The third match, Wei Wo Zheng Sect’s Bai Xu, versus the Guardian’s Dongfang Zhe."

The third match reached the main event.

The descendant of Bai Jing, the Vice Sect Master of Wei Wo Zheng Sect, against the heir of the Dongfang Family from the Guardian’s side.

"From your family? Some junior of Dongfang Thirty-something?"

Yan Nan asked Dongfang Sansan.

This ’Dongfang Thirty-something’ finally made Dongfang Sansan’s face flicker slightly, feeling somewhat helpless.

"My twenty-eight brother’s descendant."

Dongfang Sansan couldn’t help but glance back.

On the other side, across from Yu Han Yan, Dongfang Sansan’s father, Dongfang Zhongming, feeling guilty, shrank his burly body, hoping Yu Han Yan’s body would block him.