CHAPTER 40: CHAPTER 40: IS THIS IT? IS THIS IT? (ONE MORE UPDATE)

Seeing the other side had sent out three people, Flourishing Flowers began to hesitate about whom to send out from their side.

The woman from the Demon Sect was a Seventh-Grade Martial Artist. Naturally, he would handle her.

Who should take on the remaining two?

"I’ll go. That pretty boy with the sword is obviously a close-range fighter. My ’Thirteen Protectors Cross Training’ can definitely kill him."

"Give me a chance, I’ll take on that young lady."

"Quit kidding. She’s a Seventh-Grade Martial Artist. You’re way out of your league."

"I think we should leave it to the tank player. It’s not a life-and-death battle anyway."

"..."

Watching the group of self-promoting players, Flourishing Flowers’s eyebrows gradually furrowed.

He might be good at team battles, but this kind of one-on-one confrontation had become his weakness. If the opponents were focusing on attack, should they send out a pure tank player?

"Hero Xu Xian, Fearless Ning Caichen, you two come with me," Flourishing Flowers said thoughtfully. "I’ll take on the Seventh-Grade Martial Artist girl. The two of you can take your pick of the others."

"No problem!"

"My fists are itching for a fight!"

Hero Xu Xian and Fearless Ning Caichen responded excitedly.

The two of them followed an extreme tank build, completely focused on crazily seeking out defensive-type external Martial Arts. As long as their opponents couldn’t kill them, they could retaliate and kill their opponents.

Tanks were not easy to deal with.

The game might have armor-piercing arrows or similar weapons. But obviously, the Single Sword Sect didn’t have them!

Zhuge Yuanlang looked at the three people their opponents sent out, his eyebrows raised slightly with curiosity.

He understood why Flourishing Flowers was stepping up. After all, as a Seventh-Grade Martial Artist, he was the one to deal with Mo Yao from their side.

But what about the other two? They looked ordinary, seemingly unremarkable.

As soon as this thought occurred to him, Zhuge Yuanlang immediately suppressed it.

He wasn’t the arrogant type. Having never underestimated others, he naturally wouldn’t look down on disciples from the Profound Yellow Sect. Perhaps these two young men really did have some unique qualities?

"Li Yi, you go first!"

Zhuge Yuanlang looked at the three people beside him and chose to let Li Yi test the waters.

Their Bottom Card was Mo Yao. After all, Mo Yao’s Flowing Cloud Sword Technique was learned from Sun Tianhui, and its power was self-explanatory. If Li Yi and Lin Shaojie could win cleanly and beautifully, that would be ideal. Now it was time to see how strong the people from the Profound Yellow Sect were.

"I’m up!" Hero Xu Xian also stepped forward.

Fearless Ning Caichen didn’t argue or compete. It didn’t matter who went first, as long as it wasn’t against the Seventh-Grade Martial Artist woman.

Everyone stepped back, clearing space in the courtyard.

Li Yi looked quite young, perhaps in his early twenties. He held a short sword, seemingly adopting a close-range assassination style.

"Single Sword Sect, Li Yi!" Li Yi clasped his fists in salute.

After all, it was a spar, and proper etiquette was necessary.

Fearless Ning Caichen also clasped his fists and introduced himself, "Profound Yellow Sect, Cloud Lament Hall, Fearless Ning Caichen."

Li Yi: ???

What does this mean? Why did this person give himself such a ridiculously long name?

"Brother Ning? Swords have no eyes. Be careful."

With these words, Li Yi’s short sword was suddenly unsheathed, and he even flung the scabbard away.

Fearless Ning Caichen slightly raised his eyebrows and immediately employed the ’Thirteen Protectors Cross Training.’ He also activated ’Golden Bell Shield’ and ’Iron Shirt.’

For him, maximum tankiness was his offense. Unlike Morgana’s semi-tank build, his playstyle was more extreme—the kind that left enemies no way out.

Feeling the fierce aura emanating from his opponent, Li Yi shed any trace of underestimation.

This person... a formidable enemy!

The next moment, Li Yi advanced with his sword, his footsteps quickening as the distance between him and Fearless Ning Caichen rapidly closed.

The latter showed no fear at all, standing quietly where he was.

Li Yi leaped forward, switching his sword from a forehand to a backhand grip. As he got close, he instantly twisted his body and slid past from the side. His short sword was also raised, aiming directly for Fearless Ning Caichen’s neck.

Short swords weren’t necessarily for head-on clashes. He followed an unorthodox path in swordsmanship, aiming to forge one uniquely his own: the path of an assassin swordsman!

He won?!

To the watching disciples of the Single Sword Sect, this outcome seemed almost certain. Li Yi’s swordsmanship was unorthodox, and his movement techniques distinctive. He had completely forged his own style. Among the disciples of their generation, he was arguably the most difficult one to deal with.

That Profound Yellow Sect Disciple didn’t even seem to react. He would surely be defeated.

Just as the blade descended towards Fearless Ning Caichen’s neck, a hand shot up and caught the short sword’s blade in its palm.

The hand squeezed forcefully.

SNAP!

A crisp sound echoed.

The short sword snapped cleanly in two without any warning.

Li Yi stood frozen in place, his face a mask of shock.

How could this be? Even if his sword was ordinary, it shouldn’t be so easily caught, let alone snapped in half.

"I thought you were going to do something impressive, but that’s all?" Fearless Ning Caichen asked, puzzled. "Don’t you know sword qi? Or Sword Control? Are you that weak?"

Hearing his words, Li Yi felt a deep sense of humiliation.

His most trusted short sword assassination technique was being ridiculed by a disciple from a minor sect?

The players on their side were also speechless.

"What? I thought he was powerful, but that’s it?"

"This guy can’t compare to a boss like Li Hu. He’s so weak!"

"He couldn’t even break Old Ning’s defense! What’s the point of him even using a sword? If I’d known, I would have gone up and fought him."

"What a waste of time. The next two better not disappoint me. It’d be best if that young lady thrashes Flourishing Flowers!"

"..."

The disciples of the Single Sword Sect, who just moments ago had been confident of victory, now all looked grim.

They were both Eighth-Grade Martial Artists, so why this result? Li Yi, whom they regarded as remarkably difficult to handle, had his sword so easily snapped by the opponent? Without his sword, how could Li Yi possibly stand a chance against him? Was this first battle over too quickly?

"Do you have any other moves?" Fearless Ning Caichen asked, scratching his head.

Facing this humiliating question, Li Yi felt even more indignant.

"I... I lost!"

The remaining half of Li Yi’s short sword clattered to the ground, and his entire demeanor slumped.

Fearless Ning Caichen looked surprised.

He won? Just like that? That was far too easy.

"Don’t give up! I haven’t even made a move yet. Why don’t you try again?" Fearless Ning Caichen hurriedly said, "Give me a chance to make just one move, alright? Don’t concede so quickly, okay?"