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The two players have already started fighting.

Chu Yuxiu made the first move, his sword strikes fierce, aiming straight for Luo Yiyan's throat, clearly intending to end the battle quickly.

At first, Luo Yiyan was only defending and dodging, and to outsiders, he gradually fell into a disadvantageous position.

Chu Yuxiu fought with increasing ferocity, his attacks becoming more and more fierce, his sword light like a net, forcing Luo Yiyan to retreat step by step.

"He only knows how to defend and not how to attack; he's still too inexperienced."

"Senior Brother Chu truly lives up to his reputation as the pride of the Chu family; his skills are extraordinary."

"Actually, Junior Brother Luo has only been a disciple for three months, while Senior Brother Chu has been personally taught by Elder Chu since childhood and has more than ten years of experience. It's normal that he can't compare to him."

"That's not right. How can Senior Brother Chu participate in the Newcomer Competition? That's so unfair."

"Senior Brother Chu is indeed a newcomer this year. In previous years, he only cultivated under Elder Chu's side and did not formally join the sect. He only joined the sect this year. According to the rules, he is indeed qualified to participate."

"I see. In that case, it seems the championship is a foregone conclusion."

The whispers from the sidelines reached Luo Yiyan's ears, but he remained unmoved.

He stared intently at Chu Yuxiu's sword path, and gradually discerned a certain pattern amidst the increasingly rapid and chaotic sword light.

With the earlier panic and probing gone, his footwork became more deliberate, and he could occasionally retaliate with a sword strike while dodging, forcing Chu Yuxiu to take a half-step back.

Chu Yuxiu's sword began to feel heavy, and his breathing became a little heavier.

He had been dominating Luo Yiyan the whole time, but he couldn't turn his advantage into a victory. This feeling made him feel a strange sense of anxiety.

He quickened the pace of his sword strikes, trying to forcefully break through Luo Yiyan's defenses with a more concentrated offensive.

At the same instant that he changed his move, Ke Luo dodged to the side, and the tip of his sword lightly touched the open spot under his ribs.

Chu Yuxiu felt a slight chill under his ribs, and when he looked down, he saw that his clothes had been ripped open.

The onlookers also noticed the change in the situation on the field.

"Look! Isn't Luo Yiyan imitating Senior Brother Chu's moves?"

"No, that's not right. He's dismantling Chu Yuxiu's moves."

Upon hearing this, everyone focused their attention and looked closely.

As Luo Yiyan calmly dodged, the occasional thrust of his sword bore a striking resemblance to the moves Chu Yuxiu had just used.

It wasn't that he deliberately imitated, but rather that he deconstructed and internalized his opponent's swordplay while receiving their attacks, and then incorporated it into his own sword style.

On the high platform, the expressions of several elders changed slightly.

Elder Chu leaned forward slightly from his seat, his brows furrowed.

Yan Lingcang sat upright, looking completely calm, with only a barely perceptible smile playing at the corners of his lips.

Lin Zhixu and the system cheered for Luo Yiyan in their hearts.

Taking advantage of the moment when Chu Yuxiu's swordplay was faltering, Luo Yiyan switched from defense to offense, thrusting his sword straight at Chu Yuxiu's wrist.

Chu Yuxiu hastily returned to defense. The moment the two swords clashed, he felt a force travel along the blade, his hand went numb, and the sword almost slipped from his grasp.

He took three steps back before barely managing to steady himself, and looked up at the motionless figure opposite him, his eyes filled with disbelief.

How is that possible?!

The sidelines were completely silent.

The disciples who were just discussing Chu Yuxiu's inevitable victory all fell silent.

Chu Yuxiu gritted his teeth and turned to the referee elder: "He copied my moves, doesn't that count as cheating?"

The elder referee shook his head: "No. In martial arts competitions, breaking down your opponent's moves is part of the skill. If he can break down your swordplay, you can break down his too."

Chu Yuxiu gripped the hilt of his sword tightly and turned to look at Luo Yiyan.

Luo Yiyan smiled and cupped his hands in greeting: "Senior Brother Chu, you flatter me."

The smile on his face was particularly irritating to Chu Yuxiu.

Chu Yuxiu gritted his teeth and said hatefully, "Don't be so smug. I haven't even used my real trump card yet. You might not be able to beat me."

Chu Yuxiu gripped the sword hilt tightly, his spiritual power gathering wildly throughout his body, and formed a sword incantation with one hand.

In an instant, his sword intent surged, and sharp sword energy swept outwards from him.

On the high platform, Elder Chu suddenly stood up and shouted sternly, "Nonsense! Chu Yuxiu, stop!"

Everyone was taken aback by his reaction.

The move that could make Elder Chu lose his composure in public was definitely not an ordinary move.

Luo Yiyan was the first to be hit, feeling an overwhelming sense of oppression pressing down on him. He vigilantly mobilized all his spiritual power to protect his vital points.

The system spoke up at the opportune moment: [Chu Yuxiu is about to unleash his killing move.]

Lin Zhixu's gaze was fixed on the figure in the center of the room: [Will Luo Yiyan be alright?]

System: [No. This is a necessary plot point in the original story. Besides, with Yan Lingcang around, nothing will happen.]

Chu Yuxiu condensed his sword intent into a dazzling sword beam, which, with a sharp whistling sound, went straight for Luo Yiyan's heart.

This sword strike was delivered without reservation, exceeding the scope of a mere contest.

Luo Yiyan's pupils contracted sharply as he channeled all his spiritual power into his sword and parried the attack horizontally.

He knew that with his current cultivation level, taking this sword head-on would definitely result in serious injury, but there was no way to retreat.

Chu Yuxiu's sword strike was blocked by Luo Yiyan. The moment the sword light and the sword blade collided, Luo Yiyan staggered backward and spat out a mouthful of blood onto the stone slab in front of him.

He and Chu Yuxiu were of similar cultivation levels, and he barely managed to withstand the attack. If it had been a disciple with a slightly lower cultivation level, this sword strike would have been fatal.

Chu Yuxiu showed no sign of stopping, and his second sword followed immediately, the blade aimed directly at Luo Yiyan's chest.

The elder referee's expression changed drastically, and he turned to Elder Chu on the high platform: "Elder Chu, what does this mean? Your son has killed someone right in front of me. Does he disregard the rules of the competition, or does he disregard me?"

Elder Chu's face turned ashen.

That sword technique was taught to him personally, originally intended as a trump card for Chu Yuxiu to save his life. Who knew that this bastard would use it to kill his fellow disciple?

He abruptly stood up: "This is my fault for not disciplining my son properly. I will take him back and punish him severely."

Just as he was about to step down to stop it, a surge of spiritual energy blocked his way.

Yan Lingcang said coldly, "Since Chu Yuxiu has started this, then let's continue. However, from now on, everyone is responsible for their own life and death, and no one is allowed to interfere."

These words caused an uproar in the room.

The elders looked at each other, not understanding what Yan Lingcang meant.

The injured one below is his apprentice. How could he be so heartless as to not care whether his apprentice lives or dies?

Elder Chu turned sharply to stare at him: "Immortal Venerable Wu Cang, what do you mean by this? Two juniors acted impulsively, are you going to get angry too? Yu Xiu made a mistake, and I will punish him myself. Why make things get out of control?"

He certainly had confidence in his son, but Luo Yiyan was, after all, Yan Lingcang's only disciple, and he couldn't bear the responsibility if anything happened to him.

Yan Lingcang turned to look at him, his gaze calm and unwavering, his tone devoid of anger, yet sending a chill down one's spine: "You can leave. But this battle isn't over yet. If you take your son away, does that mean he's admitting defeat, or that he's been expelled from the arena?"

"If it's considered an admission of defeat, then it will be dealt with according to the competition rules. If it's considered an expulsion, an attack on a fellow disciple, and intentional death, Elder Chu should know what to do according to the sect's laws."

Elder Chu stood frozen in place, his expression changing several times, but ultimately he did not take that step.

At this point, Chu Yuxiu could no longer let the matter rest peacefully.