These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

Dust billowed up from the ground, indicating that the opponent's attack had missed and that Luo Kang had a chance to ambush the opponent from the side. However, he still did not choose to do so and chose to continue dodging.

Heading in another direction!

"Whoosh!"

Sure enough, a red sword light rushed towards the direction he had just come from, and the place was already a mess as soon as he landed.

Qin Zipei's figure emerged from the dust; the young man, holding a sword in one hand, had a calm expression but gloomy eyes.

Although it didn't seem particularly menacing, the pressure was palpable.

This intensity was already making Luo Kang feel uncomfortable, but it was still not the time for him to attack.

He had actually been thinking and hesitating.

Should we take a more risky approach to demonstrate our abilities, or... for the sake of Yuan Jia Cao later, do our best to delay this man and exhaust Qin Zi Pei's stamina to the maximum extent?

Wei Tu, sitting in the audience, squinted his eyes.

"This is a test."

"You don't actually think Luo Kang can beat Qin Zipei, do you?"

Mu Xitong said lazily.

They seemed completely uninterested in the current situation, as if they had forgotten that the winner of these two would ultimately face the Yuanjian Sect.

Wei Tu shook his head.

"No, he will definitely lose, but how he loses is very important."

"There's a way to do this?"

"Of course, for example, if he chooses to drag things out, the scene will be less exciting, but the effect will be obvious. Qin Zipei might expend too much energy and be unable to keep up when facing Yuan Jiacao. But if he chooses to have a decisive head-on confrontation, the scene will be much more exciting, and many people might remember his name. It might even have a positive impact on his own cultivation level. However... it will put invisible pressure on Yuan Jiacao later on. Because he hasn't expended enough energy, that's the hidden danger, and Lu Chenzong won't seem like an invincible force anymore."

Mu Xitong was thinking.

However, Lin Ruoyin was clearly a step ahead, even walking towards Wei Tu and almost bumping into Jiang Ying, whose small hand was being gently stroked by the young man.

The girl frowned, and when she saw it was Lin Ruoyin, she thought for a moment and then lowered her head again. As her palm was being stroked, she squinted her eyes and showed an expression like a cat enjoying its owner's touch.

"So, if it were you, what would you choose?"

Wei Tu simply told Lin Ruoyin, without any intention of keeping her in suspense.

"Of course I went straight for it, I didn't care what the people behind me thought. The world seems big, but very few people get to see the best scenery. If you want to be one of them, how can you worry about so much? Besides, if I soften my heart today, if I hesitate today, I might never have another chance. Mental states are not so easy to make up for."

"You really have no scruples."

Lin Ruoyin felt that what the other person said was wrong, but she couldn't find any fault with it. It seemed that no matter what choice she made, it could be said to be right or wrong.

Mu Xitong laughed.

"This man is just that heartless and ruthless; you'll get used to it."

"Sigh, Uncle Mu, you've misunderstood me again. Although I said that, it was to support your assumption. In reality, your assumption is invalid, because when have I ever faced a situation where defeat was inevitable?"

Wei Tu had barely finished speaking.

A commotion erupted on the sidelines.

There seems to be a change on the stage.

Looking around, one can see Qin Zipei leaping high into the air, like a nimble yet ferocious wild beast, sweeping towards Luo Kang.

Luo Kang immediately dodged, but after this dodge, he no longer hesitated.

He saw a glance from his senior brother Yuan Jiacao on the sidelines, and Yuan Jiacao nodded at him.

That look contained so much; it seemed to see right through me, my thoughts, my struggles.

Why do I seem to be struggling so much, so unlike myself?

He knew the meaning behind that look, but perhaps it was a little strange that his decision now was different from what he had made at the beginning.

But... is this a reason for me to take a gamble?

Luo Kang indeed no longer hesitated.

He brandished his longsword, and in that instant, it shot towards Qin Zipei like a dazzling rainbow.

The determined-looking young man seemed to have let go of everything at this moment.

"boom!!"

The sword blades intertwined, their light flashing.

Qin Zipei, her eyes filled with piercing coldness, stared at Luo Kang.

He pursed his thin lips.

Then it erupted.

"boom!!"

The sword light and Luo Kang's body were both thrown over.

The moment this scene appeared, everyone understood the outcome of the battle. Although it was not unexpected, this moment was unexpectedly brilliant.

The boy, who had seemed like a clown after struggling for so long, inexplicably appeared at the last moment as the last remaining pawn, going to his glorious death.

Although he didn't die, it seems he didn't complete the task he was supposed to do.

But the boy was content.

He has gotten what he wanted: this very moment of struggle.

He may have known all along that he would lose, but how it ends is important.

After a long period of anxiety, it was actually just my own one-sided avoidance. Choosing this moment to unleash my most prized sword strike, I did lose, but there's nothing to say about it.

He even calmly got up on his own, covered in dust and wounds.

He stubbornly walked off the stage and then came to Yuan Jiacao's side.

He hesitated, but still spoke.

"Senior brother, I'm sorry..."

Yuan Jiacao shook his head without hesitation.

“I was wrong from the start. This trial isn’t just for me; you are all members of the Lu Chen Sect, and you have all contributed just as much as I have. So… it’s not right for me to expect you all to serve me just because I’m the last one standing. That’s not right.”

"But... Senior brother, you have the best chance, I'm still being selfish."

Yuan Jiacao had already drawn his sword and stood up.

He took a deep breath, then stood in front of Luo Kang and smiled.

"No, I'm glad to see you like this. The path of cultivation is indeed not wide, even very narrow. So, don't give way, fight for it. Whether it's me or anyone else, you should fight for it, that's the right thing to do."

As Yuan Jiacao walked step by step toward the arena, Luo Kang glanced at the sword in his hand.

The wind is whistling; it seems quite strong now.

"Qin Zipei of Xunxian Palace versus Yuan Jiacao of Luchen Sect!"

The highly anticipated showdown has finally begun, with two men, on whom great hopes have been placed, standing face to face.

Yuanjia grass gazes afar at Qin Zipei.

"Do you want to take a rest?"

Qin Zipei smiled slightly, but shook her head at Yuan Jiacao.

It seems a bit of a pity.

"No need, Yuan Jia Cao... I'm sorry, I'm going to win this time."

"...Take this!"

...PS: I feel like I didn't write enough today; I wrote a bit too much in some parts. I'll add more later. I got some ointments for my dad, and he's feeling better for now, so I was able to write this chapter, but I need to rest a bit. I'll add more later~~

101 I'm sorry, I also want to win (Bonus chapter 7 for monthly votes)

"boom!"

Yuan Jiacao and Qin Zipei's first sword strike immediately caught the attention of everyone present.

The clash between the two satisfied their curiosity about a battle between the strongest.

In the Immortal Continent, those at the Dragon Slayer Realm are indeed considered strong; at least their talent demonstrates that they are qualified to become strong.

After all, it is very difficult for someone without talent to successfully pass through the Dragon Slaying Realm.

This strict requirement alone excludes some people who are not suitable for cultivating immortality.

Therefore, those who are qualified to stand on this trial, especially such young people, can naturally be considered strong, and have an incredibly bright future. It goes without saying that many people below the stage look at these two with envy.

The moment the two swords faced off, the resulting shockwaves were dazzling, and even the hairline of the young man closest to the arena receded slightly.

Next, Yuan Jiacao demonstrated his exceptional skill and foundation.

The continuous sword moves were dazzling.

His movements were graceful and concise, without any superfluous actions; he attacked almost exclusively the openings his opponent made.

Despite feeling the pressure, Qin Zipei remained calm and composed. The two constantly shifted positions, and the flashes of swords and the sounds of their clashes filled the air, creating a symphony on the arena.

Looking at the two anxious figures on the stage.

Qiao Zhiheng found it increasingly strange.

"Junior Brother Wei, do you sense anything is amiss?"

Wei Tu nodded. "Of course something's wrong."

"What's wrong?"

"Both of them were holding back when they hit, so something's definitely not right."

"Are these two going to hold back too?"

"Otherwise... Yuan Jiacao isn't that arrogant. Naturally, he wants to win. To win, one must be wary. He felt that this wasn't Qin Zipei's true strength, so he wanted to use his experience and abundant energy to make the opponent reveal his true strength. Qin Zipei... probably just doesn't want to expose himself."