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As soon as Sun Zhe appeared, all eyes were drawn to him, not because there was anything particularly attractive about him, but because his reputation was simply too great; almost no one in the Outer Sect was unaware of him.
Under the gaze of the crowd, Sun Zhe showed no signs of discomfort. He casually found a corner to stop and looked around, only to realize that the Training Ground had already been occupied by Outer Sect disciples, with probably hundreds present.
"Brother Sun, I heard that in every sect competition, the Outer Sect is never a match for the Inner Sect. We are merely a backdrop for the Inner Sect. I wonder what plans Brother Sun has for this Competition?"
A pleasant voice rang out in front of Sun Zhe. As he looked up, Shen Yan had actually walked up to him and spoke.
Sun Zhe turned his face and looked Shen Yan up and down, realizing that the once young girl had blossomed into a graceful young woman. After hearing Shen Yan's question, a glimmer flashed in his eyes as he replied,
"I'm just an ordinary disciple here to participate in the Competition; I have no plans other than to achieve a decent ranking..."
Feeling Sun Zhe's gaze sweep over her, Shen Yan's face flushed slightly. However, upon hearing Sun Zhe's response, she couldn't help but frown; she was not satisfied with this answer. She didn't care about past Competitions, but now as a member of the Outer Sect, she absolutely did not want it to be like previous years.
"Hmph, what's the use in asking him? As long as I Zhao Ang am still in the Outer Sect, we will definitely not be embarrassed like in previous years. There’s no need to fear the Inner Sect like some people do; the Inner Sect is really just like that..." Unbeknownst to them, Zhao Ang had also approached and upon hearing Sun Zhe's response, he smirked arrogantly.
Sun Zhe cast a faint glance at Zhao Ang and suddenly recalled Zhao Ang's mocking words from their last encounter when he first entered the sect. However, their statuses were no longer so disparate. Sun Zhe no longer needed to endure it silently.
"If only your strength matched your mouth..."
As soon as these words were spoken, Zhao Ang's arrogance faltered momentarily, and his expression darkened. As Young Master Zhao Ang of the Zhao Family, very few dared to speak to him like that, and Sun Zhe certainly did not have that qualification.
"What are you? Just a lowly slave; what right do you have to comment here..." Zhao Ang immediately mocked.
With his gaze suddenly sharpening, two cold glints flashed in Sun Zhe's eyes. He stepped forward and fixed his stare on Zhao Ang coldly,
"Repeat what you just said..."
Although Sun Zhe was no longer a slave at this moment, that identity still represented a humiliation for him. As he spoke, an imposing aura surged towards Zhao Ang; at this moment, he was truly angry.
"Hmph, could it be that this Young Master is wrong...?" Who was Zhao Ang? How could he be intimidated by Sun Zhe's words? Even under Sun Zhe's overwhelming presence, Zhao Ang showed no signs of retreating; instead, it ignited his pride.
Before the competition had even begun, the two were already at an impasse while Shen Yan anxiously watched them both, feeling utterly helpless since she couldn't persuade either of them.
"Ha ha... the Outer Sect is indeed the Outer Sect, a pile of loose sand. Such opponents truly have no challenge at all. It seems this competition will once again be a one-sided performance from us, how boring..."
A loud laugh suddenly echoed from a distance, and such mocking words immediately included all the Outer Sect Disciples present. A hint of hostility appeared in everyone's eyes, and both Sun Zhe and Zhao Ang's pupils flashed with cold light. In an instant, all gazes turned toward the direction of the voice.
A group of over twenty young men and women slowly approached the Training Ground. Among this group, regardless of gender, they all wore White Robes, but on those White Robes was stamped the same emblem as that on everyone present—a purple character "Xuan." These more than twenty individuals were undoubtedly disciples of the Xuan Lei Sect.
Although these twenty or so people were dressed in white, there was not a trace of a carefree demeanor among them. Each pair of eyes sparkled with brilliance, and they emanated an extremely intimidating aura.
With identical attire, equally formidable cultivation levels, and the same Xuan Lei Sect insignia, their identities were unmistakable—they were the mysterious Inner Sect Disciples!
Leading this group were three individuals. One was the young man who had just spoken, a faint smile on his lips, hands clasped behind his back, exuding an air of charm and talent; the second was a young woman veiled in a scarf. Although her face was covered, her figure accentuated by a white dress drew everyone's attention. However, the coldness radiating from her made everyone retreat in fear, even those who were also Inner Sect members. The person on the far right appeared to be the most ordinary among them, holding a long sword with arms crossed and indifferent eyes that seemed unmoved by anything.
While the leading trio possessed exceptional strength, the rest of the group was equally impressive. Together, they created an awe-inspiring presence; just over twenty individuals could rival hundreds from the Outer Sect!
"Hiss..."
As they watched this group approach slowly, the Outer Sect Disciples collectively gasped in shock, their eyes revealing a hint of fear.
Inner Sect Disciples were different from those in the Outer Sect; they were carefully selected by the sect's higher-ups and each possessed exceptional talents. Under the Inner Sect's dedicated training, their growth rate far exceeded that of Outer Sect Disciples.
To the Outer Sect, the Inner Sect was always a mysterious existence. Aside from their appearances during competitions, they didn't even know where the Inner Sect was located. After repeated failures, shadows had long been cast over the hearts of Outer Sect Disciples; it seemed as if they existed solely to serve as practice for Inner Sect Disciples and that they were inherently inferior.
Watching this group slowly approach, those standing in the center of the plaza instinctively parted ways. No matter how tough they had acted at first, when truly facing these Inner Sect Disciples, they realized they felt somewhat intimidated.
However, not everyone felt this way; there were still proud individuals among them!
"Hmph, Zhou Hanbin, what are you shouting about... As long as I Zhao Ang am here today, there will be no glory for your Inner Sect!" Zhao Ang suddenly stepped forward with his folding fan closed sharply and spoke without reservation.
"Good!" Regardless of how Zhao Ang usually acted like a spoiled young master or how much he annoyed others, at this moment, all Outer Sect disciples couldn't help but cheer him on. Even Shen Yan and Sun Zhe looked at Zhao Ang with newfound respect.
"Hmph, Zhao Ang, do you think this is your Zhao Family estate? No matter how strong you are, do you really believe you can stand against us alone..." The white-clad man who had started mocking glanced at the Outer Sect crowd with a smirk and said lightly. The Zhou Family and Zhao Family were both top families in Beifeng City; Zhou Hanbin was no stranger to Zhao Ang's flamboyant personality.
"A bunch of frogs at the bottom of a well..." The veiled woman standing in the middle slowly uttered with disdain evident in her voice.
"Who truly is the frog at the bottom of the well? One must first try to know..."
The usually gentle and graceful Shen Yan unexpectedly changed her demeanor, stepping forward lightly and fixing her gaze on the Veiled Woman, speaking with neither humility nor arrogance.
"You... are not strong enough..."
For some reason, as Shen Yan targeted the Veiled Woman, the previously indifferent man suddenly reacted. He walked directly in front of Shen Yan and coldly spoke, his eyes flashing with an extreme coldness.
That kind of indifference was a disregard for life!
The two gazes seemed to penetrate deep into her heart. Under that stare, Shen Yan involuntarily shivered slightly, feeling as if she had fallen into an ice cellar, a bone-chilling coldness emanating from deep within her.
Suddenly, a large hand supported her back, and a warm sensation immediately alleviated her pressure.
"My junior sister is not strong enough... then how about me, as her senior brother?"
A clear and cold voice slowly rang out, exuding an unyielding pride!
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