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At the shore of Zhuilong Lake, all was silent.

Only a few drones high in the sky emitted a series of buzzing sounds; those were drones filming the live broadcast.

The image of Li Mengmeng instantly killing the Papal Inquisition Knight was still echoing in everyone's minds.

Even a Grandmaster at the peak of his power didn't have a chance to fight back before being pierced through the heart by a single sword strike.

"This...how is this possible?"

"That girl looks to be only in her early twenties, how could she possess such terrifying strength?"

"If Luo Tian's disciples are all this strong, then Luo Tian himself..."

Whispers rose and fell among the crowd.

Those who had previously mocked Luo Tian for being a coward and letting a woman die in his place all shut their mouths now.

However, everyone is different, and some people will not believe in superstitions.

"Hmph, just a Judgment Knight. The Vatican's experts haven't even made a move yet!"

"Exactly, what does a peak Grandmaster amount to in front of a true master?"

"No matter how strong Luo Tian's disciples are, how strong can they really be?"

The jeers had subsided considerably, but they still lingered, their scattered voices echoing through the crowd.

……

Among the spectators, Ye Bei stood in the front row, leaning on his cane.

Behind him followed several core members of the Ye family, all of whom looked tense.

"Grandpa, what's Qianxue's current strength? Is she really... capable?"

A young disciple asked in a low voice.

Ye Bei did not answer, but stared intently at his granddaughter in the arena.

His hands were trembling slightly, whether from nervousness or excitement, it was hard to tell.

A few months ago, Qianxue was just an ordinary rich girl, powerless and helpless.

Now, she is able to represent her master in battle and compete against heroes from all over the world.

"Qianxue... Grandpa is here watching over you, cheering you on. Grandpa believes in you!"

Ye Bei murmured to himself, his eyes slightly red.

……

In the Papacy's camp, Cardinal Paul III wore a somber expression.

Raymond was one of the best Judgment Knights under his command, a Grandmaster at the peak, who had fought for decades without ever being defeated.

Now, he didn't even last one move before dying at the hands of an unknown nobody.

"What a piece of trash!"

Paul III uttered a few cold words, then turned to look behind him:

"George, go! Reclaim the dignity of the Vatican!"

A tall, blond, blue-eyed middle-aged man walked out from the Papacy's camp.

He was dressed in silver armor, wielding a two-handed greatsword, his eyes filled with fighting spirit.

He is George, the vice-commander of the Knights of Judgment, a half-step martial arts master.

"Little girl, you're very strong!"

George walked to the center of the court, his gaze landing on Li Mengmeng:

"But that piece of trash was just the weakest of us."

Now, I'll show you what true power is!

Li Mengmeng gripped the Xuanyuan Sword tightly, about to step forward.

Ye Qianxue reached out to stop her:

"Mengmeng, you've already played one match, let me play this one!"

Li Mengmeng nodded and then stepped back.

Ye Qianxue stepped forward, and her ice-blue longsword slowly came out of its sheath.

The sword gleamed with a cold light, its aura was chilling, and a sharp edge emanated from it.

George sneered:

"Changed personnel? Good, they're all the same anyway, utterly vulnerable!"

He raised the greatsword with both hands, and holy light gathered on the blade, the dazzling white light hurting people's eyes.

"Holy Light Slash!"

With a powerful, charged strike, golden sword energy transformed into a massive blade of light, slashing towards Ye Qianxue at supersonic speed, causing the air to whistle.

This sword strike was several times more powerful than Raymond's warhammer.

A full-force strike from a half-step martial arts master is enough to split mountains and shatter rocks, and cleave rivers and seas.

Ye Qianxue remained calm, lightly raised her longsword, and with a flick of her wrist, the sword rang out continuously.

"The first move of the Falling Snow Sword Technique: First Snow".

Ye Qianxue's voice was soft, yet it was filled with murderous intent.

With a single thrust of the sword, the sword light fell like snowflakes, drifting and scattering, instantly filling the sky.

It appears gentle, but in reality, it conceals deadly intent and hides its sharp edge.

The icy power burst forth from the sword tip, colliding violently with the Holy Light Slash.

"Snap, snap!"

The Holy Light Slash was instantly frozen, turning into ice crystals that shattered and fell to the ground.

George's pupils contracted, and before he could react, the second sword was already in front of him.

……