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"How is it possible that you aren't injured?" Zheng Long said hoarsely. Just moments ago, they had both struck each other simultaneously, and although he had sustained significant injuries, he believed the other party must have suffered just as much, making it a tie.
The opponent's strength was indeed formidable, not at all inferior to his own. If he hadn't made a slight breakthrough earlier, he would likely have lost this duel. Although the tie was frustrating, it was better than losing.
However, the current situation was completely unexpected. The opponent had a wound on his chest, but it was merely a tear in his clothing; he showed no signs of injury. Zheng Long knew the power behind that sword strike—how could there be no injury? This puzzled him.
"Your strength is impressive, but your attack just now was ineffective against me. It couldn't even break through my defenses, so how can you compare with me? Now that you're injured, you're even less of a match for me," Wu Yang said confidently while touching the torn fabric on his chest.
"Elder Zhao, don't you think you owe me an explanation?" Elder Wu asked angrily from his seat. The disciples were unaware, but he could clearly see that Wu Yang was wearing protective armor. It essentially rendered him immune to most damage, which is why Zheng Long's attack had little effect.
"Heh heh, what explanation does Elder Wu want? There was no rule against wearing armor before the duel. Besides, this isn't something I gave him as his master; he obtained it through his own fortuitous encounter. After all, this is part of his strength," Zhao Jingshan said with a cunning smile.
"Now I understand why your Yunxing Sect has been able to win. Originally, although these two disciples have decent strength, they would only rank around four or five among the Inner Sect Disciples at best. I must say, you Tiger Howl Sect really has some thick skin!"
"Haha, this has nothing to do with Tiger Howl Sect. Otherwise, do you think only these two would have come? Regardless, this duel must continue. I just wonder if your disciples have the strength to make my disciple step down."
"Hmph, don't think that wearing armor makes you impressive; we'll see about that. I'm sure you'll be satisfied."
"Oh, then I shall wait and see. However, your Inner Sect Disciple has already lost!"
The Inner Sect Disciples below also noticed some issues. With their level of cultivation, they were not weak either. How could they fail to see the strange situation on stage?
"If I'm not mistaken, you're wearing armor, right? Otherwise, there's no way you wouldn't be injured by my attacks," Zheng Long furrowed his brow and asked after thinking for a long time.
"Ha ha, if you win, you will naturally know. But obviously, you lost this round, so bring the five people ahead of you. The others won't be my opponents either," Wu Yang said noncommittally.
"Hmph, I'll give you credit this time. But your strength is just that; if you think you can achieve final victory relying on a piece of armor whose authenticity is questionable, you're too naive."
"Whether it's naive or not, we'll know after the match. I wonder who will come next? Those so-called experts, I'm right here waiting for you to challenge me."
The inner disciples below immediately began to discuss upon hearing this. However, no one stepped forward at that moment. The one who had just lost on stage was ranked sixth among the inner disciples; their strength was too far behind, and going up would only be embarrassing.
"What's wrong? Is no one coming? Where are those top five experts? Don't want to come up? Or are you afraid?" Wu Yang looked around for a while and provocatively laughed.
"Hmph, don't get too smug. I'm going to find the top five seniors right now; just wait and see you cry!" an inner disciple said indignantly.
"They're probably not here; I heard they went out half a month ago and haven't returned," an inner disciple who knew the situation said dejectedly.
"Damn it, what do we do now? Just let this guy be arrogant here?" an inner disciple asked angrily.
One inner disciple helplessly waved his hand and said nothing. What could they do when they were outmatched? In the end, everything still came down to strength.
"I didn't expect that disciples of the Canglan Sword Sect would be so weak, they don't even dare to accept a challenge. It's really disappointing; I came here with expectations only to find a bunch of cowards!"
As soon as these words were spoken, not only did the inner disciples below react, but Elder Wu on the stage also turned dark-faced. He almost wanted to step in directly and slap this arrogant kid twice!
"Hehe, Elder Wu, don't be angry; this kid doesn't know his limits when he speaks. I'll definitely teach him a good lesson when we get back!" Zhao Jingshan said with a gloating smile.
"I'm not angry; it would be too demeaning to argue with a junior like him. However, your disciple should indeed be taught a lesson; otherwise, he might provoke someone he shouldn't and lose his life over it," Elder Wu restrained his anger and spoke in a nonchalant manner.
"Wherever it is, even if we provoke someone, we still have me as your master and the Tiger Howl Sect! Within a radius of several thousand miles, we still have some face to show."
Some inner disciples couldn't withstand the provocation and impulsively rushed onto the sword platform. Their strengths varied, but in the end, they all suffered severe defeats, with many sustaining serious injuries. The strongest among them was Zheng Long, ranked sixth in the inner sect; others stood no chance against him.
This outcome brought many furious and irrational inner disciples back to their senses. Although they felt somewhat humiliated that so many of them couldn't defeat a single person, they realized that charging recklessly would only bolster the enemy's confidence. It was frustrating, but they had no choice but to accept it!
"You Canglan Sword Sect are truly disappointing. A bunch of cowards; even if you continue to train, you won't achieve anything significant. I suggest you all go home and live as ordinary people, marry a wife, and lead a stable life," Wu Yang mocked disdainfully.
"Oh, since all the Canglan Sword Sect members are cowards, shouldn't you feel ashamed and draw your sword to commit suicide after losing here?" A voice suddenly interjected lightly, leaving many people stunned.
"It's him! I didn't expect him to come; I really didn't notice. Now there's hope!" An inner disciple's expression turned strange upon seeing that figure, but more excitement filled his face.
Zheng Long's pupils constricted as he saw that figure, his expression darkening. Not long ago, he had been defeated by this person with a single sword strike. Although he didn't want to admit it, he had pondered over it after returning and still couldn't find a way to evade that sword. Unbeknownst to him, it had led to some improvement in his swordsmanship; at that moment, he didn't know whether to feel happy or frustrated.
Indeed, this person was Ren Pingsheng, who had been lingering in the background. He hadn't expected to have an opportunity to act. However, with the top five absent and everyone else defeated, he had no choice but to step in. His sect could not be trampled on like this.
Many inner disciples who understood the situation were filled with excitement. They felt they had cleared a path for Ren Pingsheng and looked at him with awe.
"Although you're quite annoying, we're still from the same sect. Be careful of that person; I suspect he’s wearing armor," Zheng Long said softly as Ren Pingsheng approached him.
"Armor is indeed a good thing. But you don't need to worry; this person's strength is only slightly stronger than yours and won't require much effort," Ren Pingsheng replied with interest, leaving Zheng Long looking somewhat grim.
"This little guy should be fine this time. It's just that dealing with the opponent's armor might pose some problems." Elder Wu furrowed his brow upon seeing the figure stepping onto the sword platform but then relaxed slightly while still feeling some concern.
Armor was something only a small portion of powerful warriors possessed for self-defense. Now that it was worn by an inner disciple, whether they could break through its defenses remained uncertain.
"Will you feel ashamed enough to take your own life? That depends on whether you can defeat me. I just wonder what your ranking is among the top five of the Canglan Sword Sect?" Wu Yang asked, looking at his opponent dressed in a blue long robe with interest.
"What ranking? I really don't know. Do I need to be in the top five to compete with you?" Ren Pingsheng raised his head and said something that left people speechless.
At this moment, many inner disciples recalled that although Ren Pingsheng had accomplished several sensational feats, no one had actually paid attention to his ranking among the inner disciples. However, they believed that his strength was at least within the top five, as Zheng Long, who was ranked sixth, couldn't even block a single strike from him.
"Interesting. I just don't know how strong you are. Let's see your sword!" He grinned widely, smiling somewhat flamboyantly, while his sword surged forward with the momentum of splitting mountains.
"I saw that you have great strength before; I wonder if you'll disappoint me." Ren Pingsheng shook his long sword and also struck back, engaging in close combat.
Many people felt worried; they had witnessed the power of this disciple from the Tiger Howl Sect firsthand. Such a direct clash of strength seemed to give the enemy an opportunity, leaving many puzzled.
"Very well, you dare to clash with me head-on; I will make you regret it," Wu Yang shouted excitedly and ferociously, increasing the speed of his sword by threefold.
With a 'bang,' their swords collided, sending sparks flying like a grand display of fireworks. Although the colors were singular, they were even more exhilarating to the heart.
"How... is this possible!" Wu Yang's face twisted in disbelief as he staggered back three steps before finally steadying himself. In this contest, he found himself at a disadvantage.
Looking at the calm expression of Ren Pingsheng, his face changed repeatedly before he finally managed to regain his composure. He realized that he had likely encountered a true opponent this time—perhaps even one far more formidable than he had imagined.
The other party possessed strength beyond his own, which had always been his advantage. Now that advantage was gone, causing some turmoil within him. However, thinking of the armor he wore restored his confidence immediately. With the armor in place, there was no need to worry about any attack; no matter how difficult it became this time, he could still win.
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