Everyone's eyes were fixed on Evan Lin's hand.
The sword that Drake Yu had tried countless times to pull out, Evan Lin picked up casually as if it weighed nothing.
"What trick did you use?!"
Seeing this, and hearing Evan Lin's words, Drake Yu had never suffered such humiliation.
He was the genius of the Southriver Sword Sect!
He was Drake Yu, the prodigy who could walk out of the Southriver Sword Sect and be honored as a VIP by every major family in Jinnan!
He was also the strongest contender for the future sect master of the Southriver Sword Sect!
Drake Yu clenched his teeth and tried to stand with dignity, hands behind his back, but the footprint on his face was so obvious that everyone watching could barely hold back their laughter. The whole scene looked ridiculous.
"Senior Brother, your face..."
Bill Bi walked up to Drake Yu and gently reminded him.
Seeing Drake Yu still didn't get it, Bill Bi pulled out a small mirror and handed it over.
Drake Yu glanced at the mirror and saw his own face—half of it stamped with a shoeprint, now swollen so much he looked like a pig-headed monster.
He couldn't keep his composure. The look in his eyes toward Evan Lin grew even more venomous, his face flushing red with rage.
"You must have a death wish!"
Drake Yu roared, "Misty Rain—out!"
His voice was full of fury. As soon as he finished, a flash of blue light appeared. In an instant, Drake Yu—who had been empty-handed—summoned the Misty Rain Sword to his palm!
Drake Yu was in his early twenties. Though Zack Zhao also wielded a Misty Rain Sword, Drake's was clearly stronger.
That Misty Rain Sword gleamed with a cold, fierce light. Sword qi radiated from it, and blue energy condensed along the blade—chilling to behold.
"What terrifying power!"
Warren Wang's expression changed slightly.
As soon as Drake Yu summoned the Misty Rain Sword, it was like he became a different person. His whole aura turned decisive and icy, his gaze locked fiercely onto Evan Lin.
"Yesterday I broke one Misty Rain Sword, today I'll break another. Not a big deal."
Evan Lin held the ancient sword, looking at Drake Yu like he was joking.
"Too arrogant!" Hank Yue's face changed, and he drew his sword.
Colin Su snorted coldly, his palm flashing as a long sword appeared.
Bill Bi stayed silent, but a glint of sword edge appeared in his hand.
All the Southriver Sword Sect disciples lined up behind Drake Yu.
They were all experts, and now that they joined forces, their combined aura was overwhelming.
"So you think numbers will help?"
Evan Lin laughed and, before Drake Yu could attack, charged forward with his sword single-handedly toward their whole group.
"Holy crap! Is he insane?!"
"Those are four Southriver Sword Sect elites! And Drake Yu's among them!"
"Is he really going to take on all four at once?"
The crowd gasped in shock, startled by Evan Lin's sudden charge.
Bob Moore looked grim; Melissa Mu was visibly nervous.
Bella Xiao gripped her camera tighter, while Zane Wang looked a bit stunned.
Only Warren Wang, watching the scene, was fired up: "Now that's what I call a real man!"
"Courting death!"
Drake Yu shouted furiously, and the Southriver Sword Sect disciples' faces all changed.
None of them expected this kid to show zero fear. The way he charged with his sword, not hesitating for a second, made it clear he didn't respect the Southriver Sword Sect at all!
The moment Drake Yu finished speaking, Evan Lin was already right in front of them!
Evan Lin swung his sword from midair in a sideways slash—Dustleave's blade cutting a swath of sword qi.
Drake Yu raised his Misty Rain Sword to meet the blow. The blades clashed with a metallic ring, and the force transmitted through the sword made Drake's arm ache and his face go pale with shock.
Hank Yue and the others didn't hesitate—they lunged forward, swords stabbing straight at Evan Lin.
But Evan Lin didn't release a hint of qi. He fought purely with sword against sword, each razor-sharp swing slicing through the air again and again.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
To the crowd, Evan Lin looked like a tiger charging into a flock of sheep—swaggering forward, his face full of arrogance, his sword leaving trails of afterimages with every swing. Each strike was so fast and unpredictable, no one could clearly see its path.
Pure sword technique, brute force!
Drake Yu and his crew attacked from four directions, but no matter how hard they tried, none of them could get close to Evan Lin!
"Drake Yu, are all four of them... being suppressed by that one kid?"