However.
At that very instant.
Li Shuang's sword had already fallen.
Wu Lingchuan exerted all his strength, breaking free from the chains. Their soul powers were comparable, so the soul secret technique couldn't cause too much impact, at most making him dazed for a moment.
If it were an opponent of the same level, this momentary daze would be fatal.
But Li Shuang's spiritual power cultivation was insufficient. Wu Lingchuan dodged with all his might, and what would have been a fatal sword now only left a long scar across his chest.
Wu Lingchuan's fresh blood dripped, perfectly covering a bloodstain left by Wen Lin on the stage.
"Two more moves," Li Shuang said to Wu Lingchuan, suddenly revealing a strange smile.
Wu Lingchuan gritted his teeth, "Daoist Li has hidden herself so well, I think there's no need to concede these two moves."
This time.
He drew his saber and chose to charge forward proactively.
The Heaven-Slaying Saber of the Tyrant Blade Sect had a peculiar characteristic: once the saber technique was unleashed, the malevolent energy condensed on the blade would also affect the opponent.
The longer the battle, the deeper the opponent would be affected by the malevolent energy.
This malevolent energy directly impacted the soul, causing the opponent to lose their combat ability as the battle progressed.
The moment Wu Lingchuan made his move, blood-red malevolent energy surged towards Li Shuang.
However.
As soon as the malevolent energy entered Li Shuang's sea of consciousness, in an instant, starlight flickered on the nine-petal green lotus, and the blood-red malevolent energy vanished into thin air.
Li Shuang raised an eyebrow.
The reason the Tyrant Blade Sect surpassed the Sword Sect was because of this Heaven-Slaying Saber technique that Yan Zhonghe had obtained.
Before, she couldn't discern its secrets.
Now that she had cultivated soul techniques, she probably understood that the power of this secret art lay in its ability to affect the soul.
But.
Compared to genuine soul secret techniques, this Heaven-Slaying Saber subtly exuded a hint of malevolence, not appearing to be a good thing.
And this Heaven-Slaying Saber was undoubtedly completely suppressed by her Rebirth Art; the Heaven-Slaying Saber technique was as good as useless against her.
Li Shuang swung her sword.
Wu Lingchuan was dazed again.
This time.
A large chunk of flesh was sliced from his arm.
On the arena.
His blood covered another part of Wen Lin's blood.
"Daoist Wu, continue," Li Shuang looked at him indifferently.
Wu Lingchuan gritted his teeth.
This Li Shuang was truly a bit sinister.
But, it didn't matter!
The Heaven-Slaying Saber had already been unleashed; she must have been affected. The longer it went on, the deeper the impact would be. He wanted to see if Li Shuang could remain so arrogant afterward.
Wu Lingchuan endured, biding his time.
He could win, he definitely could!
But.
He waited and waited.
His wounds grew more numerous, yet Li Shuang showed no sign of being affected.
Wu Lingchuan's eyes grew redder and redder.
This Li Shuang must be putting on a brave front.
She would definitely show a flaw, she would!
At that time, he would deliver a fatal blow!
Wu Lingchuan was caught in the situation and couldn't see clearly.
In the eyes of others, he was being completely toyed with by Li Shuang on the arena!
"Senior Sister Li... isn't even using her full strength," a Sword Sect disciple murmured.
Li Shuang hadn't even unleashed her Sword Domain!
Her strongest single-target sword technique, Ice Lotus, was also nowhere to be seen.
Li Shuang was simply... toying with Wu Lingchuan.
Before.
Wen Lin had been toyed with by Wu Lingchuan repeatedly in the same way. Now, Li Shuang was returning everything.
On the arena.
Wen Lin's blood was gradually covered by Wu Lingchuan's blood.
At this moment, everyone understood Li Shuang's meaning.
The blood of a Sword Sect disciple could only be repaid with the blood of an enemy!
"Li Shuang!"
A disciple couldn't help but shout out.
On the field, her voice echoed solitarily, and the Sword Sect disciple awkwardly covered her mouth.
However, the next moment.
"Li Shuang!"
"Li Shuang!"
Many Sword Sect disciples joined in the shouting.
Their voices converged into a torrent, as if to drown everything.
Wu Lingchuan's heart instinctively trembled.
He roared, "Li Shuang, you're nothing but strong on the outside but weak on the inside! Watch this saber strike of mine."
"Heaven-Slaying Saber's first form! Heaven's Malevolent Saber!"
Wu Lingchuan raised his saber, and the incomparably fierce saber technique was about to descend.
Li Shuang looked at him, a faint hint of mockery in her eyes.
She couldn't clash head-on with Wu Lingchuan.
But.
There was no need.
Wu Lingchuan's pupils suddenly constricted.
A premonition of ill omen surfaced.
Indeed, just as his saber technique was about to land, his soul suddenly trembled again.
Wu Lingchuan's hand went limp, and the saber technique dissipated directly in the air.
Li Shuang didn't use any sword moves; her sword light flickered, and streaks of sword light left mottled wounds on Wu Lingchuan's body.
He knelt down in despair, blood gushing from all over him.
Li Shuang slowly walked over.
"I... concede!" Wu Lingchuan was filled with despair, and with his last ounce of strength, he suddenly shouted.
Li Shuang looked at him calmly, "Thank you for the concession."
"Li Shuang!"
"Li Shuang!"
For a time, the shouts grew even more deafening.
Wen Lin's face broke into a smile, and he could no longer stand, directly fainting.
"Quick, take Senior Brother Wen Lin for treatment." Everyone rushed to send Wen Lin away.
Wu Lingchuan's face was pale, but his eyes were filled with despair.
If Li Shuang and the others lost, there might not be any consequences.
But.
He lost...
Wu Lingchuan didn't dare to look back at Yan Zhonghe.
His master had indeed doted on him the most before.
But now.
There was a Fang Qingyu.
And he had lost to a Sword Sect disciple again.
In the future.
Would there still be a place for him in the Tyrant Blade Sect?
Wu Lingchuan's heart was filled with waves of despair.
On the stage.
Ye Zhaozhao's expression was originally not good either.
But soon.
She received a massive amount of negative emotions from Wu Lingchuan, and a smile finally appeared on her face.
Let this Li Shuang be proud for a while!
When her own strength increased, she would personally make Li Shuang pay the price!
Ye Zhaozhao was fiercely determined in her heart.
Li Shuang looked down at Wu Lingchuan from above and suddenly said, "Your aura is weaker than when we last met."
Wu Lingchuan angrily said, "I've already conceded, are you still going to insult me?"
Li Shuang glanced in Ye Zhaozhao's direction, then said indifferently, "I was in stagnation for ten years. During these ten years, no matter how hard I tried, my cultivation couldn't progress, and it even slowly began to regress."
Wu Lingchuan was stunned for a moment.
He looked at Li Shuang with some suspicion.
Why was Li Shuang suddenly saying this?
Li Shuang said calmly, "The origin of all this was when a person named Ye Zhaozhao came to Lingxu Peak. She framed me again and again, causing me to be misunderstood by my master and fellow disciples. After that, I was trapped in pain day and night, and my cultivation became difficult to advance. It's strange to say, but Ye Zhaozhao, who previously only had a mixed spiritual root, saw her cultivation advance by leaps and bounds."
Li Shuang suddenly brought this up.
Meng Yifei's gaze showed a hint of doubt.
Li Shuang had never said these words before.
Her saying them now... seemed to have a deeper meaning.
"Wu Lingchuan." Li Shuang looked at him meaningfully, "I don't know what kind of thing that Ye Zhaozhao is, but you can temporarily understand it as her being able to absorb others' cultivation for her own use. I said, Fang Qingyu is the Ye Zhaozhao of the past, and your current situation is exactly the same as mine back then. For these three months, your cultivation hasn't been able to progress at all, right? And this so-called Fang Qingyu, she only has an ordinary spiritual root, yet she suddenly displayed extraordinary talent, right? Today you were defeated, falling deeper into despair, and this Fang Qingyu's cultivation, I'm afraid, is about to see another surge."
As Li Shuang's words fell.
Wu Lingchuan's heart suddenly trembled, and he abruptly turned to look at Ye Zhaozhao.