Chapter 256: Less than one percent, it

The venue was too vast, and Luo Yong truly could not "find" Li Chen's figure.

Just then, the referee's voice rang out again: "First group, Luo Yong versus Gao Jingnian, please both parties take the stage!"

Upon hearing his own name, Luo Yong felt a tightening in his heart, but he quickly calmed his emotions.

He stepped onto the martial arts arena, his gaze firm and his pace steady.

However, just as he stood still, a burst of enthusiastic cheering suddenly erupted from the audience, the sound waves rolling in like a tsunami, making his eardrums ache.

Luo Yong was slightly stunned, thinking to himself: This cheering, it shouldn't be for me, right?

Sure enough, the next second, a figure slowly walked onto the martial arts arena from the other side.

That person wore a white robe, the sleeves fluttering as if an immortal had descended to the world.

His face was handsome, and between his brows lingered a sharp sword intent, as if he were an unsheathed sharp sword, his edge fully exposed.

With every step he took, sword Qi seemed to surge beneath his feet, and the faint sound of sword humming came from the air; even above his head, clouds gathered, forming a faint, sword-shaped phantom.

"It's the 'Heavenly Vault Sword Child' Gao Jingnian of the Profound Heaven Sword Sect!" someone in the audience exclaimed.

"Heavens, it's Gao Jingnian! He is the number three seed of this Sword Discussion Assembly!"

"I heard his sword intent has already received the true transmission from the Profound Heaven Sword He He Zongzhu; his strength is unfathomable!"

"Who is Luo Yong? How come I've never heard of him? To face Gao Jingnian in the very first round, he's too unlucky!"

The discussions in the audience rose and fell; almost everyone focused their gaze on Gao Jingnian, as if Luo Yong were merely an insignificant foil.

Gao Jingnian walked onto the martial arts arena, swept a contemptuous glance at Luo Yong, then looked up at Shizi Shizi Jun Zhan Tian on the judges' platform. A confident smile curled the corner of his mouth as he said in a booming voice, "Divine Son Jun, I will deal with these ants first, then come to meet you. I hope your strength is as great as your reputation!"

Once these words were spoken, the whole arena was in an uproar!

"Holy crap! Gao Jingnian actually dares to provoke Shizi Shizi Jun Zhan Tian!"

"This is too arrogant! Has he already declared that he will definitely win this competition?"

"As expected of the 'Heavenly Vault Sword Child' of the Profound Heaven Sword Sect, truly domineering!"

"This line is also truly pretentious! He's showing off right in my face!"

The audience exploded instantly; countless people widened their eyes, unable to believe that Gao Jingnian dared to provoke Shizi Shizi Jun Zhan Tian in full view of everyone.

One must know, Shizi Shizi Jun Zhan Tian is the Divine Child of the Returning Void Boundless Sect, his strength unfathomable, hailed as the final boss of this Sword Discussion Assembly.

Facing Gao Jingnian's provocation, Shizi Shizi Jun Zhan Tian only laughed, leaning lazily in his chair, his tone carrying a hint of disdain: "Good! Then this Divine Child shall bestow upon you a defeat when the time comes!"

He hadn't expected that someone would actually dare to provoke him.

But being pretentious is just a basic operation for a Divine Child.

Once these words were spoken, the whole arena was shocked again!

Everyone was thinking, Shizi Shizi Jun Zhan Tian is truly worthy of being a Divine Child; even his pretentiousness is so natural!

The atmosphere in the audience was instantly ignited; everyone was looking forward to the duel between Gao Jingnian and Shizi Shizi Jun Zhan Tian.

As for Luo Yong? Almost no one paid attention to him, as if he were merely a background board in this duel.

The disciples of the Profound Heaven Sword Sect began to cheer and applaud for Gao Jingnian, and the people in the audience were also discussing Gao Jingnian; those familiar with Gao Jingnian were crazily reciting his battle records, shocking those who were outsiders.

They even felt sorrow for that plain-looking opponent opposite Gao Jingnian; to be matched against such a powerhouse in the first round, it would be strange if he didn't lose. Gao Jingnian's fame was also growing crazily.

Gao Jingnian heard Shizi Shizi Jun Zhan Tian's response, sneered, then swept his contemptuous gaze over the other contestants below the stage, his tone carrying a hint of mockery: "Hurry up and fight; the only meaning for you people's existence is just to make up the so-called top one hundred."

Once these words were spoken, the contestants below the stage exploded instantly.

This guy had just provoked Shizi Shizi Jun Zhan Tian, and now he was directly firing a map-wide mockery; his mockery value was maxed out.

"Gao Jingnian, who the hell are you pretending for! If I don't beat the crap out of you in the next round, consider it a clean job!" An angry voice came from below the stage; it was none other than the "Weeping Blood Sword Child" Wei Yuanping of the Heavenly Cry Sword Tomb.

As the number two seed of this Sword Discussion Assembly, his strength was also not to be underestimated.

"Gao Jingnian, you should be glad this is a martial arts stage, otherwise I would definitely shove my longsword up your ass!" another contestant couldn't help but curse.

It seems the ancient cultivators of the eastern May Tian Ce Dynasty are just as plain and unadorned when it comes to cursing.

The contestants below the stage cursed one after another; if it weren't for the referee blocking them, some would probably have already rushed onto the stage to fight Gao Jingnian.

Facing everyone's abuse, Gao Jingnian only sneered, not caring at all.

A powerhouse must endure such slander.

His gaze fell on Luo Yong again, his tone carrying a hint of disdain: "You still have a chance to surrender now; I don't want to waste time."

Luo Yong took a deep breath, gripped the sword at his waist, looked at Gao Jingnian with a firm gaze, and said in a deep voice: "Come, let me experience the brilliant moves of the 'Heavenly Vault Sword Child'!"

Luo Yong is a genius after all; the contestants below the stage were all discussing in how many rounds they would beat Gao Jingnian to death, which means I'm definitely going to lose?

Fine, then I will let you all see that I, Luo Yong, am not a soft persimmon to be kneaded by others!

Gao Jingnian heard this, a disdainful smile curled his lips, and he slowly drew the longsword from his waist, the sword tip pointing directly at Luo Yong: "Within three moves, I will finish you."

The whole arena went quiet instantly; everyone held their breath, waiting for the start of this duel, or rather, to see if Luo Yong could hold out for three rounds.

Perhaps three rounds was Luo Yong's limit.

While everyone was anticipating, both sides of the match had already started fighting.

On the martial arts arena, sword Qi crisscrossed, and sword light shone like a rainbow.

Gao Jingnian held his longsword, the sword tip like lightning, every move carrying sharp sword intent, as if wanting to tear the air apart.

His swordsmanship was superb, his moves sharp and precise, perfectly inheriting the domineering characteristics of his sect's swordsmanship, the sword momentum sweeping toward Luo Yong like a violent storm.

Although Luo Yong's swordsmanship was exquisite, under Gao Jingnian's offensive, he appeared stretched and strained.

He barely blocked two moves, but every time the sword tips clashed, he felt a huge force coming from the sword body, shaking his arm until it went numb, his footsteps retreating repeatedly.

And his moves had already been figured out by Gao Jingnian; a sense of powerlessness welled up. "Luo Yong is not bad, it's a pity his luck is bad, meeting Gao Jingnian in the first round." Someone in the audience shook their head and sighed.

"Indeed, his swordsmanship is passable, but compared to Gao Jingnian, the gap is too large."

"Being able to enter the top one hundred is already not bad, but it ends here."

The audience's discussions reached Luo Yong's ears, and a sense of unwillingness rose in his heart.

Luo Yong already knew the gap; the "Heavenly Vault Sword Child" lived up to his reputation, then I will have to use a cheat.

Thinking of this, Luo Yong injected energy into the sword body.

"Next move, I will finish you."

Gao Jingnian's voice came coldly, his sword momentum changing abruptly, the sword tip stabbing straight at Luo Yong's chest like lightning.

The moment Gao Jingnian's sword tip was about to pierce Luo Yong, Luo Yong's body seemed to be controlled by an invisible force; his sword momentum changed abruptly, the sword tip flicked lightly, actually completely neutralizing Gao Jingnian's momentum.

Gao Jingnian's expression changed drastically; he hadn't expected Luo Yong's swordsmanship to become so exquisite in an instant.

!

He snorted coldly, his sword momentum changed again, the sword tip sweeping in like a violent wind, every sword carrying an even sharper sword intent, as if wanting to completely suppress Luo Yong.

But this time, Luo Yong's swordsmanship seemed to become incomparably profound, so profound that no one could understand the pattern of his moves, yet every sword cracked Gao Jingnian's offensive just right.

His sword momentum was like flowing water, his blade weaving like a spirit snake, and he actually managed to dismantle Gao Jingnian's sword techniques one by one.

"You brat, you were actually playing the pig to eat the tiger!"

Gao Jingnian was furious in his heart, his sword momentum changed again, the sword tip slashing at Luo Yong like thunder.

It could be seen that this guy had even unleashed his killing move.

Luo Yong did not speak; it wasn't that he was hiding his strength, but that he really didn't understand how his opponent's sword moves were broken.

It seemed as if this sword had merged with him; it was the sword fighting, not him.

The sword masters of the past were those who used the sword like their own arm; this is the unity of man and sword.

But Luo Yong had now become the carrier of this sword, also achieving the unity of man and sword, only the former was active, while he was passive.

Seizing Gao Jingnian's flaw, Luo Yong's sword tip flicked lightly, actually knocking Gao Jingnian's longsword flying directly.

Ding!

The longsword hit the ground, emitting a crisp sound.

The whole arena went quiet instantly; everyone widened their eyes, unable to believe the scene before them.

On the referee's stand, the referee was stunned for a moment, then loudly announced: "Luo Yong wins!"

The whole arena was in an uproar!

Everyone was shocked by this sudden reversal.

On the rostrum, the sect masters of the five great sword sects also revealed surprised expressions one after another.

The sect master of the Flowing Cloud Sword Pavilion, Yun Yufu, said coldly: "This person named Luo Yong is hiding very deep; he pretended to be an ordinary sword cultivator at the beginning, figured out Gao Jingnian's habits, and once figured out, he could see through any of Gao Jingnian's moves."

The sect master of the Heavenly Cry Sword Tomb, Mo Wulei, shook his head and laughed: "This kid acted really like the real deal; even I thought he was just an ordinary sword cultivator at first, I didn't expect him to have such strength."

The sect master of the Nether Sword Valley, Ye Wushang, sneered: "However, this method of his can only be used once; the subsequent contestants probably won't be fooled."

The sect master of the Profound Heaven Sword Sect, Ling Tianfeng, frowned and said: "Gao Jingnian was still too careless; I'll see how I deal with him when we go back."

On the referee's stand, Shizi Shizi Jun Zhan Tian also looked at Luo Yong with a face full of surprise.

He had originally thought his opponent would be Gao Jingnian; he hadn't expected this unknown Luo Yong to actually win.

Shizi Shizi Jun Zhan Tian muttered to himself: "Those few moves just now were indeed not bad, very much like the means of some sword master; it looked like there was no pattern, but the effect was very good when fighting. It seems this kid's master is not simple."

But Shizi Shizi Jun Zhan Tian felt disdain for Luo Yong's behavior in his heart; in his view, having such ability, why not fight fair and square, why resort to trickery?

And with you, Gao Jingnian, losing like this, doesn't it make the conversation between the two of us at the start look like bullshit?

In the audience, everyone was shocked by Luo Yong's performance.

No one had expected that this plain-looking guy had actually hidden such powerful strength.

"This, how is this possible? Luo Yong actually won against Senior Brother Gao?"

"Gao Jingnian didn't lose unjustly; Luo Yong's strength is indeed strong!"

"Now there's a good show to watch; that sword cultivator named Luo Yong might be able to enter the top ten!"

"Those few moves just now, Luo Yong's swordsmanship was like he had changed into a different person!"

Gao Jingnian stood on the martial arts arena, panting heavily, but he was not furious because he lost the match.

He glanced at Luo Yong and said faintly: "You won."

After speaking, he turned and left the martial arts arena gracefully, as if winning or losing was irrelevant to him.

There were too many people here; if he acted hysterical, it would be a catastrophic blow not just to him personally, but to the sect as well.

As a face-level disciple of the sect, naturally, he couldn't do such a shameful thing.

After stepping off the stage, Luo Yong was still immersed in the battle just now, his heart shocked beyond measure.

He clearly felt he hadn't done anything, but the sword seemed to have its own consciousness, easily cracking all of Gao Jingnian's moves.

At this time, the green-robed sword cultivator walked over, patted Luo Yong on the shoulder, and laughed: "Congratulations, I didn't expect you to have this trick up your sleeve, even defeating Gao Jingnian; I truly underestimated you."

Luo Yong gave a bitter smile, thinking to himself: Where am I so awesome, it must be the Emperor's ability; Gao Jingnian losing to the Emperor is truly not unjust!

However, there was one thing Luo Yong was curious about, which was how many layers of Emperor Li Chen's sword intent his sword could unleash.

If Li Chen knew his thoughts, he would definitely say: Less than one percent, it's one out of a hundred!

(End of chapter)