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"Team Tian, match number 15 against match number 16!" Xu Jing recorded the winner of the previous match, then called out the participants for this match.
Immediately, there was a commotion in the audience as they saw a figure dressed in bright red standing on the stage, exuding an elegant charm.
"Zhang Tianxiao! Zhang Tianxiao! Zhang Tianxiao!"
"Zhang Young Master is the best!"
The fifteenth person is indeed Zhang Tianxiao, causing the crowd to become restless and enthusiastic, with people cheering loudly.
A teenager looked at the stage and then at the number in his hand. His face turned black involuntarily and he muttered, "Damn, such bad luck... Let's go!"
The teenager gritted his teeth and jumped onto the platform and bowed. "Brother Zhang, I am Xu Kong. Please enlighten me!"
"I am Zhang Tianxiao, humbly seeking for your guidance, merely looking to exchange and learn." Zhang Tianxiao showed a smile as warm and bright as a spring day, and bowed in return.
Xu Jing saw that the two of them were ready and raised his left hand, saying, "Both of you, get ready."
With a swift wave of his arm, a gust of wind was stirred up. "Begin!"
Immediately, Xu Kong's face grew serious as he unsheathed his sword, gathering all his true energy and preparing himself. "I am aware of my inferiority to Brother Tianxiao. If Brother Tianxiao is able to withstand this single strike, I will voluntarily withdraw and admit defeat!"
Zhang Tianxiao, on the other hand, seemed completely unfazed. With his hands resting behind his back, he smiled and replied to the young man, "Very well, please enlighten me, Brother Xu."
"Alright!" Xu Kong closed his eyes, slightly bent his legs, and held the sword horizontally in front of his chest with both hands. Waves of true energy flowed into the blade, emanating a sharp aura. He pointed his sword at Zhang Tianxiao, fully displaying his strength at the seventh stage of the Yellow Order.
In an instant, the field was filled with the "power" emitted by the young man.
Below the stage, Changle was fully focused on watching this competition. If you were to ask why, of course, it was to have some understanding of the opponent before encountering Zhang Tianxiao.
"Master, this person's strength is not weak. This sword may not be difficult, but it is indeed impressive," Changle frowned slightly as he watched the person's attack.
"Hmph, with this kind of attack, it's not as solid as an elder like me sneezing. Look at that kid, he's dissipated all the 'momentum' he painstakingly built up, thinking he's a big shot," Jianming sneered, pointing out the young man's problem without mercy.
"That's true." Chang Le nodded. During his training with the old swordmaster, he also experienced this. He was struck by countless streams of true qi from the old swordmaster!
Chang Le learned from Jian Ming that the "momentum" created does not necessarily have to be projected outward in order for opponents to feel it. His own strength alone was insufficient, and if he were to completely release the "momentum," it would result in a significant waste.
Only by converging all the "power" within oneself, consolidating it in one's own attacks, can it be the most effective and direct deterrence!
"That guy is about to make a move," Jian Ming reminded Chang Le, who was lost in thought, snapping Chang Le back to reality and shifting his gaze back to the arena.
"Receive my sword attack!!!" The young man in the field reached his limit, shouted loudly, and his tightly closed eyes suddenly widened. With a stomp of his feet, he seemed to transform into a shadow of a sword, thrusting directly towards Zhang Tianxiao!
Zhang Tianxiao's mouth curled up slightly, with his hands still behind his back. No one in the crowd could see his movements clearly, but a slight movement of his feet stirred up a cloud of dust, shrouding the two figures within it.
"What's happening? What's happening!"
"Who won in the end?"
"Obviously it's Zhang Gongzi. Didn't you see how composed he looked?"
People stretched their necks, staring intently, trying to see through the dust. In just a moment, the wind blew away the dust, and Zhang Tianxiao's sword never left its scabbard, only pointing between the youth's eyebrows.
As for Xu Kong, he was already sitting paralyzed on the ground, his sword dropped aside.
Zhang Tianxiao smiled and said, "Brother Xu, you have lost."
Xu Kong seemed to be holding his breath, remaining silent for a while before finally exhaling, "Ah...Brother Tianxiao, you truly live up to your reputation as the number one. I am willing to admit defeat."
The people below stood in astonishment for a moment before erupting into thunderous applause.
"Zhang Tianxiao! Zhang Tianxiao! Zhang Tianxiao!"
The person stood up, bowed once again, and jumped off the stage, disappearing into the crowd. He had lost in his first match, and there was no need for him to stay and embarrass himself any further.
"That Xu Kong was just unlucky. He had to face Zhang Tianxiao in his first match," Chang Le frowned, "Otherwise, his ranking wouldn't be this low."
"Luck has nothing to do with it. It's all about talent and skill," Jian Ming said, "But you shouldn't be concerned about this. That Zhang Tianxiao didn't even use his true qi."
"Indeed, it's troublesome," Chang Le anxiously glanced at Zhang Tianxiao, who was confident on stage. "Master, can you figure out what realm he has reached now?"
"I can't tell for sure, I can only fully discern it if he uses his True Qi," Jianming said, "But based on my old man's experience, if he can achieve this level, he must have already reached the ninth stage of the Yellow Realm, or even..." Jianming paused and didn't continue. Translations: - "看不出，他得用真气我才能完全看出来，"剑明说着，“不过按老头子我的经验判断，他能做到这一步，肯定已经达到黄阶九段了，甚至......”剑明顿了顿，没再说下去. - "
"Even the Profound Realm." Changle said in a deep voice, staring fixedly at Zhang Tianxiao.
Zhang Tianxiao seemed to notice Changle's gaze, turned around, and smiled ambiguously at Changle. Then, in an instant, he restrained himself, leaped and directly sat in the promotion area.
"Next match, number seventeen against number eighteen!" Xu Jing shouted again.
"Phew..."
Chang Le let out a deep breath, his eyes filled with excitement and determination, whispering to himself. Translated content:
Go, Chang Le.
(End of this chapter.)