Chapter 2084: No need to talk about character; strength speaks for itself

After the group from Dao One Immortal Sect arrived at the scene in a mighty procession, the atmosphere became somewhat awkward for a moment.

Under Zhao Baiyun's enthusiastic recommendation, Wu Shou steeled himself to step forward and greet the Immortal Sword Sect's sect master, exchanging courtesies.

However, the other members of Dao One Immortal Sect seemed frozen in place, standing ramrod straight and ignoring everyone around them.

This happened because everyone felt they had lost face and could not meet others' eyes.

Just moments ago, the expressions of contempt, mockery, or schadenfreude on everyone's faces had already been fully taken in by Wu Shou and the others.

This made them feel like a bunch of jumping clowns, making a spectacle of themselves before all eyes, their old faces about to be thrown to their grandmother's house.

Back in his seat, Wu Shou was so angry he clenched his teeth silently, his cheeks puffing out.

He secretly regretted it, feeling he had lost all face today; Ye Changqing beside him noticed Wu Shou's mood shift and hurried over to comfort him softly.

"Grand Elder, don't take it to heart; there's no need to stoop to their level. As the saying goes, in the Four Sect Sword Discussion victory ultimately depends on genuine strength. If we can showcase our skills in the match and beat the opponents hollow, who would dare look down on us?"

Hearing Ye Changqing's words, Wu Shou's expression eased a little; he gave a slight nod, indicating his agreement.

Immediately afterward, he turned his head, gazing like a torch at the ten disciples about to participate in the sword discussion, and spoke solemnly with a grave expression.

"Later when you go on stage, give it twelve percent of your effort and perform well; if you win this match, the sect will naturally not treat you poorly."

As soon as Wu Shou finished speaking, the ten disciples' eyes lit up instantly; each clenched their fists and rubbed their palms, eager to try.

At that moment, someone in the crowd suddenly blurted out.

"Grand Elder, what is the reward?"

This question was like a stone stirring up a thousand waves, prompting others to chime in, asking in a clamor about the reward's specific details.

Seeing the disciples so enthusiastic, Wu Shou felt a hint of relief, but before he could answer, Ye Changqing beside him jumped in first, smiling and saying.

"Hehe, this time's reward… is to let you eat and drink to your heart's content, as much as you want, no limits."

As soon as Ye Changqing said that, the ten disciples, who had been a bit nervous, instantly became excited as if injected with chicken blood.

For these energetic young disciples, having the chance to eat their fill was practically one of the happiest things in the world.

Thus, they all patted their chests, promising Wu Shou they would give their all and strive for victory.

Only see those ten disciples, each clenching fists and rubbing palms, eager to try, faces flushed red, as if infused with endless strength and passion, extraordinarily excited.

Ye Changqing saw this scene, his face showing a relieved and satisfied smile, and he lightly nodded, indicating his approval of their condition.

Beside him, Wu Shou's originally tense expression also eased a little.

At this moment, after the Immortal Sword Sect's sect master finished delivering a short but powerful speech, thunderous applause rose from below the stage.

Immediately afterward, the highly anticipated Four Sect Sword Discussion officially opened; know that everyone invited to watch came solely to see these young disciples display their true strength.

Nobody had the patience to listen to long-winded lectures; they just wanted to quickly enjoy the splendid matches.

Funny enough, the opening bout of the event happened to be first taken up by a disciple of Dao One Immortal Sect stepping onto the stage.

And his opponent happened to be a disciple of the Immortal Sword Sect.

Such an arrangement instantly pushed the atmosphere to a climax, with the audience erupting in cheers.

A few days ago, Tang Shī xiōng and his group's actions within the Immortal Sword Sect caused quite an uproar, genuinely angering many of its disciples.

Although at the time they couldn't act on it due to various reasons, they had already secretly noted this debt in their hearts.

Now, at last, there is an open and aboveboard chance to teach the other side a lesson—how could the Immortal Sword Sect's disciples not feel their blood boil?

After stepping onto the platform, this Immortal Sword Sect disciple's gaze was like a torch, his eyes revealing a hint of coldness as he icily stared at the Dao One Immortal Sect disciple opposite him, speaking through clenched teeth.

"Excellent, I've long looked forward to crossing hands with someone from Dao One Immortal Sect; today I will surely get justice for my sect's Dàhuáng."

However, upon hearing those words, the Dao One Immortal Sect disciple did not respond, merely standing there with a face as still as water.

For a moment, this Dao One Immortal Sect disciple didn't know how to reply, after all, the side in the wrong was indeed himself.

In this situation, words seemed feeble and powerless; since he couldn't rebut with speech, the only recourse was to settle it with their hands.

Only see him solemnly summon that mysterious and powerful artifact; the artifact, flashing with dazzling light, spun and danced in the air, emitting an aura that made one's heart palpitate.

At this moment, the Dao One Immortal Sect disciple turned his gaze toward the Immortal Sword Sect elder serving as referee nearby.

Just as their eyes met, it seemed as if some tacit understanding passed between them; the next second, that elder loudly announced,

"The match officially begins."

Before his voice even faded, the Dao One Immortal Sect disciple launched an attack without hesitation, his form like a ghost as he swiftly rushed at his opponent.

On the platform, in an instant wind and clouds surged, and the two engaged in an intensely fierce clash.

However, barely after they made contact, the Immortal Sword Sect disciple clearly felt a huge pressure bearing down on him; the opponent's attacks came like a sudden storm, leaving him overwhelmed.

After just one exchange, the Immortal Sword Sect disciple was already on the back foot, completely suppressed by the opponent's momentum.

From the start of the match, this battle showed a one-sided trend.

The Immortal Sword Sect disciple could only defend with all his might, each move extremely taxing, struggling desperately not to be defeated.

But anyone with clear eyes could see that if this situation continued, the outcome was already decided.

Those spectators on the viewing platform, seeing this scene, all began to whisper among themselves.

Many of the venerable, experienced old masters among them couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

"This Dao One Immortal Sect disciple—never mind his conduct, but just speaking of this strength, it's truly flawless; he's remarkably strong."

Only the Immortal Sword Sect disciple's face looked grim, after all he lost the opening match and suffered such an embarrassing defeat—indeed he had no face to show.

"The crucial point is, losing to anyone would be fine, but it had to be to Dao One Immortal Sect—just a few days ago they did that to Dàhuáng inside the Immortal Sword Sect, and now......................"