"Stop at the point?" Yan Zhonghe couldn't help but laugh. "How can you see true strength in a battle that stops at the point? It's said that sword cultivators have unparalleled offense. Is Sect Master Meng worried that the Sword Sect disciples will injure my Overlord Blade Sect disciples? Sect Master Meng needn't worry about that. My Overlord Blade Sect disciples enjoy unrestrained combat. Even if they get injured or even die because of it, I won't say much."
Meng Yifei's gaze turned cold. "Yan Zhonghe, this is just an exchange match!"
Yan Zhonghe put away his smile, his voice becoming somewhat sarcastic. "Our Overlord Blade Sect disciples are accustomed to giving their all in every match. Sect Master Meng, your Sword Sect disciples should also give their all. If they get injured or crippled, our Overlord Blade Sect will bear the responsibility. Or... are your Sword Sect disciples simply afraid of our Overlord Blade Sect disciples? Is the younger generation of your Sword Sect simply inferior to the younger generation of our Overlord Blade Sect?"
As he spoke the last two sentences, Yan Zhonghe's voice suddenly grew louder, echoing throughout the entire training ground.
On the training ground.
Everyone's expressions subtly changed.
Especially the younger generation of Sword Sect disciples, who were now clenching their fists uncontrollably.
In fact.
They had been warned for days not to fall for the other side's provocation.
If the matter remained just an exchange match, then even if they lost, they could learn from their shame and strive for victory next time.
But what about Yan Zhonghe?
He was clearly not content with merely psychologically suppressing the Sword Sect disciples.
What he wanted was a no-rules death match.
What he wanted was to cripple the Sword Sect disciples directly on the arena!
"Sect Master Yan," Meng Yifei said coldly, "please watch your words. Exchanges between sects have existed since ancient times. I've never heard of such exchange matches requiring a fight to the death."
Yan Zhonghe smiled. "Fighting to the death is just an exaggeration. But too many restrictions prevent both sides from fully showcasing their skills. How about this: remove the protective barrier, and there's only one rule: no killing. Other than that, no holds barred! To end the battle, one side must loudly admit defeat. Without that admission of defeat, the battle doesn't stop. How about it?"
Meng Yifei was about to say something more.
Yan Zhonghe raised an eyebrow. "Sect Master Meng, is this generation of young disciples in your Sword Sect all cowards? Surely they wouldn't be afraid to fight even this?"
Yan Zhonghe seemed somewhat helpless, opening his mouth to say, "Alright, we'll make another concession. My three disciples, at the Soul Transformation, Nascent Soul, and Golden Core stages respectively, will face the Sword Sect disciples at the Soul Transformation, Nascent Soul, and Golden Core stages. But... we can add a condition: you can simultaneously choose ten disciples of the same cultivation level to fight my three disciples. In other words, Ren Gu, Ling Chuan, and Cong Xin, each of them will fight ten!"
"If we lose fighting one against ten, we'll admit defeat. Ren Gu, Ling Chuan, Cong Xin, do you three dare?"
Yan Zhonghe said deliberately.
Ren Gu and the other two couldn't help but show mocking smiles.
Ren Gu stepped forward. "Master, let alone fighting ten, for these cowards from the Sword Sect, I could easily take on a hundred."
Cong Xin sneered, "They say the sword is the king of all weapons, and that sword cultivators have unparalleled offense! However, the blade in my hand hasn't agreed to that! Fighting ten isn't a problem, but if I win, I want sword cultivators to retreat three paces whenever they see an Overlord Blade Sect disciple in the future."
Wu Lingchuan also said calmly, "This disciple has nothing to fear."
Yan Zhonghe nodded and said, "My three disciples have agreed. Your Sword Sect... if you're afraid of one-on-one combat, surely you're not even afraid of ten-on-one?"
Yan Zhonghe's voice was full of mockery.
Meng Yifei's face instantly turned grim.
The Sword Sect disciples below could no longer endure it!
One against ten?
The Overlord Blade Sect disciples were practically pointing at their noses and cursing them!
Their masters and sect leader told them to endure!
But at this moment, how could they endure?
The dignity of the Sword Sect, the dignity of sword cultivators, would not allow them to back down at this moment!
Meng Yifei took a deep breath. He glanced at Jiang Rongyi, signaling his most favored senior disciple to suppress the emotions on the field.
But just as he looked at Jiang Rongyi, Meng Yifei secretly thought, "This is bad." Jiang Rongyi's face was ashen. The next moment, he actually leaped directly onto the arena. He drew his sword and pointed it emotionlessly at Ren Gu.
"Ren Gu, come and fight!"
The tip of the sword glinted with cold light.
Ren Gu watched, then suddenly smiled. "I said, you're allowed to send ten. Doesn't your Sword Sect have another Soul Transformation stage cultivator? I think her name is Luo Mingyue, right? Have her come up too."
Luo Mingyue was instantly enraged. She was about to rush up and punch Ren Gu.
Jiang Rongyi glanced at her, and Luo Mingyue gritted her teeth, forcing herself to hold back.
Jiang Rongyi said calmly, "One against ten? You're not worthy!"
Yan Zhonghe smiled. "As expected of a Sword Sect disciple, truly full of pride. Ren Gu, go ahead and have a good exchange with Senior Brother Jiang."
Of course, he wouldn't actually let his Overlord Blade Sect disciples fight one against ten. His previous words were merely a provocation.
Now that Jiang Rongyi had taken the bait, the normal arena procedures could naturally begin.
Ren Gu grinned menacingly and instantly leaped onto the arena.
His figure was burly. The moment he landed on the arena, the entire platform seemed to tremble.
Wu Lingchuan remained silent and also went directly to an arena. He looked at the Sword Sect disciples, as if asking who dared to come up.
"Sword Sect's Wen Lin, I'd like to learn from you." Wen Lin stepped onto the arena.
The two faced each other from a distance.
These two were equally taciturn, and both possessed the rare lightning spirit root. This was a clash of thunder against thunder.
Cong Xin stepped onto the third arena, his face full of provocation. "Who dares to fight?"
Liu Juncheng sneered and was about to go on stage.
Suddenly, his arm was pulled.
Liu Juncheng looked back, his eyes moving slightly.
This...
The person holding his arm was none other than Jiang Yi.
Most of the time, Jiang Yi would hide, wishing to minimize her presence.
But now.
Her entire pair of eyes had turned a ghostly blue, and blue flames seemed to encircle her body.
"Second Senior Brother, let me do it," Jiang Yi said slowly.
She seemed to be enduring some immense pain, her body trembling slightly.
Liu Juncheng's brow twitched.
Jiang Yi, she...
Liu Juncheng moved aside.
Jiang Yi went directly onto the arena.
"Sect Master Meng, these Sword Sect disciples have far more backbone than you, their sect master," Yan Zhonghe smiled. "Now, remove the protective barrier. Don't worry, my disciples know their limits and won't take any lives."
Meng Yifei was silent for a moment.
He looked at the three disciples on the arena; each of them had an incredibly resolute expression.
Meng Yifei was momentarily unsure whether to be worried or relieved.
Under the provocation of the Overlord Blade Sect, the Sword Sect disciples seemed to have gained something unique.
If they could overcome this challenge.
This group of disciples had a promising future.
Meng Yifei waved his sleeve, and all the barriers were removed. He said calmly, "Then... fight to your heart's content."
A triumphant smile flashed across Yan Zhonghe's lips.
This time.
He would completely shatter the spirit and morale of the Sword Sect disciples. Three years from now, at the sect assembly, he would make the Sword Sect disciples tremble at the sight of anyone from the Overlord Blade Sect.
Ye Zhaozhao stood behind Yan Zhonghe, watching with relish.
She knew that in terms of future prospects, the Sword Sect disciples were definitely brighter.
After all, these three Overlord Blade Sect disciples had already cut off their future paths.
However.
This also meant that the Heaven-Shattering Blade, which they cultivated by overdrawing their future potential, would be exceptionally formidable.
This time.
The Sword Sect disciples were destined to lose!
The question was, how badly would they lose!