Chapter 3131: To Bring Glory to the Master

As the sword tip pressed against his throat for the second time, this disciple felt utterly unwell.

"No, fight properly," the disciple gritted his teeth, seeing Zhao Zhengping's solemn face before him.

"Senior brother, I'm here to spar, not to learn swordsmanship."

Hearing this, Zhao Zhengping's expression didn't change as he said.

"I know."

"You know, still…………………"

"Learning has no bounds; who said you can't study the sword during a platform spar?"

"Huh???"

Upon hearing this, the disciple went completely dumbfounded; I just wanted to spar—what are you doing with all these tricks?

Not only him, but the referee beside him, the myriad Immortal Realm powerhouses on the high platform, as well as Qi Xiong, Ye Zhangqing, Yun Xiantai, Hong Zun and other sect elders—all wore complex expressions.

Especially Hong Zun, his mouth corners twitched nonstop; feeling the gazes around him, even he couldn't help but feel his old face burning hot.

What the hell are you doing with all these flashy moves? Just fight normally.

But Hong Zun didn't know that Zhao Zhengping had a natural reason for doing this.

Last night, they, the fellow disciple brothers, had already discussed that, given the master's strength, it would be difficult to gain fame relying solely on himself at this Sword Immortal Assembly.

After all, even though they had gained some benefits, the previous gap was simply too great; compared to the true sword cultivator powerhouses of the Immortal Realm, Hong Zun still had a noticeable gap.

Relying solely on his own strength, Hong Zun probably couldn't even make the top ten this time.

As the inaugural Sword Immortal Assembly, and being the organizers, such a result would naturally be hard to accept.

Moreover, in Zhao Zhengping and his peers' hearts, the master's sword way is inferior to none.

Thus, after much thought and discussion, the fellow disciple brothers decided to help the master gain fame through other means.

In any case, we must let the master shine brilliantly at this Sword Immortal Assembly.

This is the main reason Zhao Zhengping is pulling all these tricks.

Looking at the disciple's bewildered face, Zhao Zhengping continued.

"All's fair in war, learning knows no bounds; these are what the master once taught me, and today I will teach them to you."

Hearing this, the disciple was utterly confused; "No, the platform—why are you telling me this?"

After Zhao Zhengping finished speaking, he proudly glanced at Hong Zun on the high platform, wearing an expression seeking credit, as if saying.

"Master, rest assured; with disciples here, today you will surely become renowned throughout the Immortal Realm."

But facing Zhao Zhengping's gaze, Qi Xiong was completely bewildered, utterly failing to grasp the meaning.

He even couldn't help feeling a wave of shame, as the surrounding gazes grew ever stranger.

The gazes of so many people seemed to be saying, "What exactly are you master and disciple up to? Are you still going to fight?"

But Hong Zun truly didn't know this time; such a situation had never occurred before.

Who knows what madness this rebellious disciple has today, coming up and pulling these tricks on him right away.

And since you're doing it, what's it to me? It's none of my business.

Feeling wronged in his heart, even Qi Xiong couldn't help sending a voice transmission to ask.

"Junior brother, what are you and your master up to again? Can you fight properly?"

"I…………… I don't know anything at all."

"Cut the nonsense; let Zhao Zhengping fight properly, win or lose doesn't matter."

Qi Xiong couldn't be bothered to argue with Hong Zun; hearing this, Hong Zun could only blush and shout at Zhao Zhengping.

"Cut the nonsense; fight properly."

This was originally a perfectly normal remark; the others on the high platform didn't think much of it, but upon hearing it, Zhao Zhengping on the platform bowed respectfully.

"Master, please forgive my transgression; the disciple merely spoke from feeling, recalling the master's usual teachings, and couldn't help imparting them to the junior brother—the master's sword way is, for the disciple in this lifetime, ultimately impossible to match; I only hope to follow in the master's footsteps and learn even a fraction…………………"

"Huh???"

Looking at Zhao Zhengping babbling on, the crowd that had just begun to ease was once again left bewildered.

"No, just spar properly; why are you spouting all this damn nonsense?"

Moreover, listening to it, it's all just flattery toward Hong Zun.

For a moment, many gazes converged on Hong Zun, making him feel a chill down his back.

These words of flattery, heard in his ears, not only failed to bring him any joy, but made him wish to find a hole to crawl into.

"You damn well speak without regard for the occasion; what time is this, why do you keep flattering me?"

This time even his close friend Qing Shi, beside him, sent a doubtful voice transmission.

"Old drunkard, what exactly are you up to? In a proper platform spar, why are you having your disciple flatter you like this?"

"Go to hell, this damn isn't my intention."

"Isn't it?"

"Get lost."

Too lazy to waste words, Hong Zun gritted his teeth and said to Zhao Zhengping on the platform.

"Shut up, what nonsense are you spouting? Get moving."

Hearing this, Zhao Zhengping finally stopped his flattery, turned, drew his sword facing that disciple, and said solemnly.

"Junior brother, please; today I will defeat you using the sword way taught by the master."

"Good."

Upon hearing this, the disciple nodded dumbly; he was truly bewildered by all this.

What should have been a proper spar ended up being made all flashy and convoluted.

Immediately afterward, the two finally engaged normally, and the battle intensified.

And unexpectedly, Zhao Zhengping actually held the advantage from the start; anyone could see it, the outcome of this match was already decided.

I didn't expect Zhao Zhengping's strength to be this strong.

But you, damn it, you're obviously this strong—why bother with all those flashy moves earlier? Couldn't you just go straight in? Isn't it better to defeat the opponent openly and honorably? Why do you have to give yourself extra drama?

After the bout, the result was as expected—Zhao Zhengping won the final victory.

As that disciple admitted defeat, Zhao Zhengping also returned the salute with clasped hands.

"I accept your concession."

Originally, it would have ended with both parties stepping down, but the next second, Zhao Zhengping suddenly raised his sword and shouted without warning.

"Shīzūn is mighty!"

Huh???

That shout almost scared Hong Zun on the high platform into falling to his seat.

His old face instantly flushed red, his eyes fixed on Zhao Zhengping on the stage, his teeth grinding.

Moreover, transmissions kept sounding in his mind.

"Hong Zun, what exactly are you trying to do?"

"Junior brother, can you stop doing these embarrassing things?"

"I'm too embarrassed to sit here, damn it."

Hearing the complaints of the fellow senior brothers, Hong Zun felt utterly wronged; he really hadn't done anything.

Fortunately, after Zhao Zhengping finished shouting, he finally stepped down; and below the stage, Lu Youyou drew the second round.

Seeing the victorious Zhao Zhengping return, Lu Youyou excitedly said.

"Senior Brother, I'm up in the second round."

"Hmm, then it's up to you."

"Don't worry, Senior Brother; today I will make Shīzūn's name renowned throughout the Immortal Realm."

"Hmm, this also counts as us repaying a little gratitude to Shīzūn."

The senior brothers all clenched their fists, and as the second round began, Lu Youyou strode toward the stage.