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In the arena, Luo Yiyan had regained his footing, raised his hand to wipe the blood from his lips, and gripped his sword tightly again.

The situation is not optimistic.

Although Chu Yuxiu's sword beam was blocked, its residual force invaded his meridians, causing internal injuries with every swing of his sword.

He attacked again and again, only to be blocked; he attacked again, only to be repelled once more.

The wounds on his body increased, and large dark patches of ink seeped onto his blue robe.

The elder referee looked toward the platform several times, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopped, but Yan Lingcang remained silent.

Chu Yuxiu became increasingly frustrated as the fight progressed.

He clearly had the upper hand, but Luo Yiyan seemed oblivious to pain. He was pushed back but then gritted his teeth and charged forward again, leaving no room for retreat with every sword strike and every move.

At some point, the sidelines fell silent.

Luo Yiyan's counterattack was so difficult it was almost brutal.

The sword's edge met Chu Yuxiu's attacks time and time again, only to be repelled each time.

Despite being covered in wounds, he gritted his teeth and stood up with his sword the moment he knelt down.

Each time he fell, the disciples watching thought he wouldn't be able to get up, but each time he gripped his sword again.

Someone clenched their fist and let out a low cheer from their throat.

"Go Luo Yiyan!"

The sound was like a pebble thrown into still water, instantly creating ripples.

Cheers erupted from the crowd, starting with one person, then a group, and finally the entire training ground was chanting the same name.

Yu Linzhou was unusually quiet today, refraining from making sarcastic remarks.

Disturbed by the sudden sound, Chu Yuxiu gritted his teeth and quickened his pace, wanting to finish the battle quickly.

However, he discovered that his spiritual power was dissipating at a rate far exceeding expectations.

Meanwhile, the person on the other side, covered in blood, kept getting up again and again.

He glanced fiercely at the sidelines, and in that moment of distraction, Luo Yiyan caught a subtle, almost imperceptible pause in his swordplay.

The sword light drew a sharp arc and precisely cut into Chu Yuxiu's right arm.

Blood splattered as an arm gripping a sword flew out, bouncing twice on the stone floor before coming to a stop.

Chu Yuxiu staggered backward, looking down at her empty right shoulder. Her expression changed from bewilderment to terror, and then she let out a heart-wrenching scream.

The entire venue was deathly silent.

Luo Yiyan stood leaning on his sword, his body covered in blood, it was impossible to tell whether it was Chu Yuxiu's blood or his own.

He looked at Chu Yuxiu, who was wailing on the ground, with no pleasure or pity in his eyes.

He was breathing heavily when he slowly looked up at the white-clad figure on the platform.

He grinned, a bloodthirsty smile.

Master, I won.

Yan Lingcang looked at him, and his usually steady heart seemed to skip a beat.

The elder referee quickly stepped forward to check Chu Yuxiu's injuries, then glanced at Luo Yiyan, and after a moment of silence, said, "The match is over. Luo Yiyan of Wucang Peak wins."

Elder Chu's face turned deathly pale. He leaped off the platform, picked up Chu Yuxiu, grabbed the severed arm, and rushed towards Danfeng without looking back.

His heart was filled with hatred for Luo Yiyan, and also for Yan Lingcang.

Unfortunately, now is not the time for revenge; he must save Chu Yuxiu first.

If his right arm is broken, he will be useless and will have no chance to cultivate.

Reattaching a severed arm is not a difficult task, but the injury is quite serious. Even if it is reattached, Chu Yuxiu's right arm will probably not be as strong as before.

The elders exchanged glances but remained silent.

When Chu Yuxiu unleashed his killing move, no one spoke up for Luo Yiyan. Now that Luo Yiyan has severed his arm, naturally no one can say anything bad about Luo Yiyan.

They brought this upon themselves, and they deserve this fate. In their opinion, they've been lenient enough.

If someone wanted them dead, they would kill them without hesitation given the chance. How could they have only lost an arm like this?

Lin Zhixu hurriedly stepped off the stage and caught Luo Yiyan's swaying body.

Luo Yiyan's full weight pressed down on him. He frowned slightly, firmly supporting his arm, and quickly took out a pill from his storage bag with his other hand, stuffing it into Luo Yiyan's mouth.

"Swallow it. Don't push yourself."

Luo Yiyan leaned on his shoulder, swallowed the pill, and forced a weak smile: "...Did you see that? I won."

"I know you won, that's great. Now get some rest." Lin Zhixu helped him walk to the sidelines.

Yu Linzhou sat on the high platform, watching his beloved disciple being helped up and fed medicine, and rolled his eyes so hard they almost reached the sky.

She's very attentive to other men, but I've never seen her treat him like that.

The elder referee quickly restored order and announced that the competition would continue, with the next disciple to draw lots coming up to the stage.

……

Luo Yiyan was taken away by Yan Lingcang.

Lin Zhixu subconsciously wanted to follow, but as soon as he took a step, Yu Linzhou stepped aside and blocked his way.

Lin Zhixu glanced at him, gave him a cold look, and turned to leave without saying a word.

Yu Linzhou stood there, feeling a tightness in his chest from that one look.

He quickly followed, walking beside Lin Zhixu, his tone irritated: "He went back to Wucang Peak to recuperate. With Yan Lingcang watching over him, he won't die. What's the point of you chasing after him? It's their master-disciple affair; what are you, an outsider, meddling in?"

Lin Zhixu didn't turn his head: "At least when he's injured, I can be there for him."

Yu Linzhou: "What's the point of you staying with him? You can't heal his wounds. Yan Lingcang is enough."

No wonder you have no friends.

Lin Zhixu ignored him, hurriedly returned to the courtyard, and closed the door.

Yu Linzhou: "..."

He thought that their relationship would improve after they had physical intimacy, but it turned out to be even worse.

Yu Linzhou stood outside the courtyard for a while, but ultimately did not knock on the door and turned back to his own courtyard.

……

The tournament is progressing rapidly, with each round of knockout matches sifting through the remaining players, leaving fewer and fewer on the field.

The fewer people left in the end, the more worried Lin Zhixu became about running into Luo Yiyan.

After all, he definitely couldn't afford to lose; if he did, Yu Linzhou would go crazy again.

However, Luo Yiyan certainly cannot afford to be eliminated halfway through the competition.

Fortunately, whether it was good luck or the influence of the plot, Lin Zhixu and Luo Yiyan never met.

Until only three players remained on the field, the final match began.

Although the top three all receive prizes, there is still a distinction between first, second, and third place.

Besides Lin Zhixu and Luo Yiyan, the other person who made it to the finals was a disciple of Danfeng named Gu Qingshan.

This is another dark horse in this competition.

Danfeng is known for not being good at fighting. The fact that he made it all the way to the finals means he must either have incredible luck or he really has some skill.

It is said that the Gu Qingshan family is quite powerful, being a family of alchemists. Therefore, in addition to their strong talent in alchemy, their talent in cultivation is also not weak.

Three people drew lots, and one person received a bye.

Lin Zhixu flipped open his fortune slip; the slip was blank, meaning he had no bye this round.