“That’s me.” Kan Wenxiao stepped forward and responded.
Zhu Mingche’s eyes curled into crescents, and he smiled, “It turns out that it’s you, Brother Xiao. I didn’t expect that we would face each other in the first round. Don’t worry, you’re younger than me, I won’t bully you.”
As soon as he finished speaking, he got hit hard on his head.
“What a shame!” Bu Shan scolded.
Zhu Mingche covered his head in grievance, “I just want to build up my prestige before going on stage.”
Bu Shan, “Speak less, be careful of flashing your tongue.”
Zhu Mingche, “…”
Jian Xiuyun was really amused by this. The master and disciple pair were so relaxed that they even turned around and joked with Kan Wenxiao, “Come on, give yourself some authority and say something back to him.”
Kan Wenxiao’s hand holding the sword tightened, and he seemed to be somewhat nervous. He was nervous, but refused to show it on his face.
He did not look at Zhu Mingche, but instead turned to Jian Xiuyun and said, “Shizun, I will not embarrass you.”
Jian Xiuyun was stunned for a moment, then patted his arm as if to comfort him, “Just do your best, okay? It doesn’t matter what your ranking is. Anyway, neither your Shixiong nor Shijie have ever entered the top three.”
Kan Wenxiao didn’t respond, just nodded, not known whether he heard it or not.
Soon, the competition began.
The first ones to appear were Kan Wenxiao and Zhu Mingche.
They got on the stage from both sides, performed the usual rituals, and then retreated to occupy each side of the stage.
“Brother Xiao, please go first.” Zhu Mingche said with a smile.
Kan Wenxiao was not polite and replied, “Okay.” Then he unsheathed his sword and stabbed towards him.
Zhu Mingche gave him a turn before unsheathing his own sword, looking quite confident.
Kan Wenxiao’s swordsmanship lost its former sharpness and became very gentle. Except for the first few offensive moves, the rest were all defensive, and Zhu Mingche was almost forcing him to retreat step by step.
Jian Xiuyun watched for a while, then silently took out the folding fan from his waist, opened it, and covered his face.
Although he expected that there would be a situation where Kan Wenxiao couldn’t beat his opponent, he didn’t expect that he would be suppressed like this.
It was really…odd.
While he was thinking, suddenly a loud thud sounded, followed by the cry of pain and gasps from the audience.
Jian Xiuyun sighed. Hearing this voice sounded a bit miserable.
He slowly lowered his fan, exposing his eyes, and looked towards the stage.
But he was surprised to find that it was Zhu Mingche who had fallen to the ground, and Kan Wenxiao was pointing a sword at him condescendingly, with the sword tip less than a foot away from his neck.
Jian Xiuyun was stunned and opened his eyes wide.
What did he miss? Why was Zhu Mingche the one who fell to the ground? Shouldn’t it have been Kan Wenxiao?
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“Shizun, I won.” Kan Wenxiao looked at him, a hint of uncontrollable joy shining in his eyes.
“Not bad.” Jian Xiuyun came back to his senses, and with a hint of joy on his face, handed him a cup of tea. “Good job, keep up the good work.”
“Yes.” Kan Wenxiao took the tea and nodded firmly.
Zhu Mingche’s defeat did not seem to have much of an impact on Bu Zhangmen.
When Zhu Mingche came back, he even touched his belly in a good mood and asked with a smile, “Are you still delusional?”
Zhu Mingche covered his injured shoulder and gritted his teeth, “Shifu!”
Bu Shan smiled and pulled him over, asking him to sit down, rubbing his shoulders as he said, “See, you took him too lightly just because he was younger than you.”
Even though Zhu Mingche was thick-skinned, he couldn’t stand it anymore, so he simply ignored Bu Shan and turned around to look at Song Jing.
Surprisingly, Song Jing was also looking in his direction. Zhu Mingche felt a rush of joy, but just as he was about to put on an aggrieved expression, the man turned his head.
Zhu Mingche instantly felt that he was too pitiful.
Soon, the four initial fights of the competition ended, the winner and the eliminated ones were decided, and the second round began.
The four winners took the stage again and prepared for the melee.
The four of them stood at each corner of the ring. As soon as the bell rang, Song Jing, who was directly opposite Kan Wenxiao, rushed towards him.
When it comes to melee, it usually happens two by two.
When the two people on the side saw that Song Jing had chosen Kan Wenxiao, they started fighting by themselves.
Jian Xiuyun did not cover his face with his fan this time, but observed carefully.
Song Jing’s swordsmanship was very proficient. It could be seen that he studied hard and practiced steadily.
Moreover, his cultivation level was already at the late Golden Core stage according to visual inspection, so Kan Wenxiao obviously had some difficulty facing him.
Song Jing seemed to be deliberately targeting Kan Wenxiao. He used his full strength from the beginning without holding back. Although Kan Wenxiao resisted with all his strength, he was still gradually losing his ground.
Later, injuries began to show on Kan Wenxiao’s body one after another.
Despite this, Song Jing did not have much of an advantage. Although Kan Wenxiao was not as good as him in cultivation, he was still doing good thanks to his flexible movements and his unexpected sword moves. He was very difficult to deal with, and Song Jing had trouble defeating him.
The fight gradually became a stalemate.
The two people on the other side had already decided the winner.
The winning side was Jiang Rui, the disciple of Li Zhangmen of Sandao Mountain.
This round was a melee; it could be one-on-one or one-on-many.
Seeing that the two men had not decided the winner yet, he stood there and thought for a while, then made a decision. He joined in with his sword in his hand, and helped Kan Wenxiao defeat Song Jing.
Song Jing instantly fell into a disadvantage.
Although he was strong, he still failed to fight one against two. Kan Wenxiao knocked his sword away and pointed his own at his neck.
Song Jing halted his movements, quietly glanced at the sword on his neck, and said coldly, “I lost.”
After saying that, he turned around and walked away.
Only Kan Wenxiao and Jiang Rui were left on stage.
Jiang Rui had helped Kan Wenxiao purely due to his selfish motives, thinking that Kan Wenxiao, a kid, would be easier to deal with than Song Jing.
Unexpectedly, once they fought against each other, he realized that he had underestimated him.
He couldn’t help but exert all his strength.
The two swords collided with each other, and a loud “clang” rang out. Spiritual power continued to pour into the sword from his body, causing the sword to tremble violently.
Kan Wenxiao felt a stream of heat gushing out of his throat.
But he gritted his teeth and swallowed it.
The excessive force made his veins bulge and the skin between his thumb and index finger was slightly torn.
The pain spread along his muscles and veins to his limbs and bones.
Jiang Rui also felt uncomfortable. In order to fight quickly, he slowly transferred all the spiritual power in his body to the palm of his hand, and then poured it all into his sword.
“Crack.” Cracking sounds sounded one after another.
Kan Wenxiao’s sword was broken.
Kan Wenxiao was also shaken by the spiritual power and fell to the ground.
Jiang Rui took the opportunity to stab him with his sword, and end the match.
However, before he got close, Kan Wenxiao rolled to the right, suddenly stood up, and walked around behind him.
Jiang Rui hurriedly stabbed back.
But his sword suddenly sank.
Jiang Rui turned his head and saw that the blade of his sword had been held by Kan Wenxiao. Blood mixed with spiritual power poured out of his hand, and the blade of his sword kept trembling and whining.
Jiang Rui was stunned for a moment.
Kan Wenxiao gripped the sword with both hands and snatched it away, then kicked him on his chest.
Before Jiang Rui could get up, the sword was pointed sharply at him.
That was his own sword. Large drops of blood trickled down the blade, painting it a frightening crimson.
It was quiet all around, and even the wind seemed to have stopped temporarily.
Jiang Rui looked at the young man in front of him with surprise. The Immortal Sword Conference had been held for so many years and had always adhered to the principle of friendship first, and competition second.
This was the first time someone was so desperate.
“I lost.” Jiang Rui said.
Kan Wenxiao’s brows relaxed, and then he handed him the sword that was still dripping with blood, and said, “Thank you.”
Jiang Rui was afraid to take the sword for a moment.
The audience finally seemed to have come to their senses and started talking one after another.
Kan Wenxiao didn’t care about this, but only looked nervously at Jian Xiuyun in the audience.
He won the title of this round. Shizun will be happy, right?
However, Jian Xiuyun’s expression was very strange. His face was a little pale, and a faint trace of fear lingered in his eyes. Seeing that Kan Wenxiao was looking at him, he quickly squeezed out a forced smile.
Jian Xiuyun didn’t expect Kan Wenxiao to be able to survive under Jiang Rui’s attacks for so long at first, and there was a faint expectation in his heart that maybe Kan Wenxiao could really win this round.
So he watched it very carefully.
Then he saw Kan Wenxiao holding the blade with his bare hands in order to win, with blood dribbling down, but he didn’t seem to care and continued.
His figure gradually overlapped with that of Kan Wenxiao from his previous life.
Jian Xiuyun’s face paled instantly.
Seeing Kan Wenxiao look towards him, Jian Xiuyun hurriedly forced out a smile to cover up his gaffe.
“Elder Jian, this disciple’s future is limitless!”
“Yes, he’s indeed incredible.”
“…”
The discussions gradually rose around him.
Jian Xiuyun’s fingers gripping the fan tightened.
The competition consisted of three rounds, with a scoring system. The top three winners would have three points, two points, and one point respectively.
Finally, the ranking was based on the total score.
Kan Wenxiao was the winner of this round and scored three points.
After recording the scores, Yu Huaien stood up and prepared to give Kan Wenxiao a small reward for being the winner of this round.
As soon as he stood up, he saw a red light suddenly falling down on Kan Wenxiao’s mask.
Before he could react, the mask suddenly loosened and fell down.
Kan Wenxiao’s face was exposed in front of everyone.
Oh oh. Who done that!? O.o
How dare dare someone bullied my son
A red light again? Did someone else come back from the past in an attempt to stop the protagonist?
Eagerly waiting to see if the little apprentice recovers his memories as well.
Song Jing is totally a tsundere and Zhu Mingche’s the golden retriever😂 I want to see more of their interactions!
Thank you for the chapter.