Pristine Way Sect suffers two straight defeats!
Yoon Zhengyang descended from the platform with a gloomy expression. He opened his mouth to speak, but after a moment, nothing came out.
Seeing this, Song Yan patted him on the shoulder and comforted him, "Senior Brother Yoon, it's just a temporary win or loss. Don't take it too much to heart."
"Easy for you to say. If we lose to Sea Emperor Sect, we'll have to give up five Sanctum Admission Tokens!" Zoey Zhou couldn't help but mock.
"Shut up!"
Song Yan's gaze turned cold as he stared at her.
Faced with Song Yan's icy stare, Zoey Zhou felt a sudden surge of fear in her heart. When she realized it, she grew furious: "What? So just because you lost, it's okay, but others aren't allowed to say anything?"
"Enough, Zoey Zhou! If you keep spouting nonsense, I'll recommend to the sect that you be expelled from Pristine Way!" Elder Warren's voice rang out sharply, his face dark as he addressed Zoey Zhou.
At those words, a trace of fear flashed across Zoey Zhou's face, but she was still unconvinced in her heart. Why were Elder Hu and Elder Warren so protective of that kid Song Yan?
Just then, Harvey Hua from Sea Emperor Sect stepped onto the platform, looking over at Pristine Way with mocking eyes. He loudly taunted, "Why aren't the Pristine Way disciples coming up? Are you scared?"
Song Yan narrowed his eyes, his figure suddenly leaping onto the platform. He stood several meters opposite Harvey Hua.
"If you're so eager to get beaten, I'll be happy to oblige!"
"Big talk—aren't you afraid you'll bite your own tongue?" Harvey Hua sneered, shaking his head. "I'll beat you in three moves!"
"Three moves is too many. One move is enough to defeat you!" Song Yan replied.
You're cocky? I'll be even cockier than you.
Hearing Song Yan say he'd win with one move, Harvey Hua was stunned for a moment, then grew furious.
"Kid, you sure know how to tell jokes!"
"You're the real joke!"
Ssshing!
No sooner had he finished speaking than Song Yan's longsword flashed from its sheath, turning into a streak of black lightning aimed straight at Harvey Hua.
Song Yan's sword looked fast, but in Harvey Hua's eyes, it was nothing special.
He carelessly drew his own longsword, flicking his wrist to make several elegant sword flowers appear, then thrust out with a sword of his own.
"Huh?"
He missed.
The next moment, Harvey Hua cried out in shock—for some reason, the sword he had aimed at Song Yan's sword tip had missed entirely.
He'd trained in swordsmanship for over ten years, long since reaching the level of striking exactly where he wanted. On top of that, he'd even grasped sword intent, so he didn't believe he could miss.
But now, he'd missed anyway.
Song Yan's sword kept coming for Harvey Hua. In a flash of thought, golden light exploded from Harvey's sword, and dozens of golden sword-qi beams shot toward Song Yan.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Song Yan casually swung his longsword, scattering the sword-qi attacking him, then continued to thrust at Harvey Hua's chest.
Seeing Song Yan so easily deflect his sword-qi, Harvey Hua's face grew more serious.
He leapt backward, his longsword moving nonstop and slashing out again and again.
Instantly, a flood of golden sword-qi surged toward Song Yan, the spectacle so overwhelming it looked as if Song Yan could be shredded to pieces at any moment.
Seeing this, Zoey Zhou was overjoyed, secretly wishing that the kid would be torn to bits by the sword-qi.
On the Sea Emperor Sect side...
Logan Ao and Hugh Ao suddenly grew solemn, staring intently at the sword on stage.
"Big brother, why do I feel like that Pristine Way kid has already cultivated his sword intent to the 'returning-to-simplicity' realm?" Hugh Ao said, worried.
"Just keep watching."
On the platform...
Facing the sea of sword-qi, Song Yan's longsword swept out.