C101 Someone from Heavy Sword Sect
C101 Someone from Heavy Sword Sect
"Of course I know that this is the best way, but, we are not rivals, but, very quickly, the true experts from my Sky Cloud Sect inner court will appear, at that time, my Sky Cloud Sect will definitely be able to hold my breath." Although he said that, Lau Yu could tell that Wu Jing didn't have enough confidence, and it was more like he was cheering for him.
Seeing Wu Jing's appearance, Lau Yu couldn't help but laugh. Then, he asked, "That's right, senior brother Wu, have you fought against them before and tested their strength?"
"Me?" Wu Jing gawked for a moment, apparently not expecting Lau Yu to ask this question. He replied embarrassedly, "I went up to compete, but the opponent's cultivation level was the same as mine, yet he defeated me in just two or three moves."
Lau Yu suddenly understood. No wonder Wu Jing was in such a bad mood, it turns out that he had frowned, however, Heavy Sword Sect people could not be underestimated.
Although Lau Yu hadn't exchanged blows with Wu Jing, he still had a rough understanding of Wu Jing's strength. To be able to defeat Wu Jing so easily, his strength was pretty good among those of the same level.
Lau Yu was a little curious about the strength of a member of Heavy Sword Sect. At the same time, he was also a true sword sect, Lau Yu also wanted to see for himself what the opponent's sword arts were like.
Thinking of this, Lau Yu said: "Senior Brother Wu, how long do you think these Heavy Sword Sect people will stay at the Sky Cloud Sect, and when will they leave?"
In the past, they usually left in three days. It took one day for the inner sect disciples to reach the Martial Master realm, one day for the core disciples to reach the Martial Spirit's strength, and the rest to rest for the next day. However, ever since there were some disciples with extraordinary talent in the Heavy Sword Sect, they would stay here for four to five days every year. Wu Jing said helplessly.
Lau Yu nodded, as he could understand the feelings of many disciples of Sky Cloud Sect. However, since they were only core disciples and inner sect disciples, why didn't Successor Disciple Wu Jing mention about it?
Thinking about this, Lau Yu asked.
Wu Jing replied: "Successor Disciples are the elites that every sect has sent to participate in Hidden Dragon Rank s. How can they so easily expose their combat strength? However, most of the time, true disciples will go out to gain experience, so almost every true disciple has a considerable reputation, but we, the inner disciples, do not have many opportunities to go outside, so we, the inner disciples, have not heard much about these true disciples. "
After hearing that, Lau Yu said, "I'll accompany you to take a look tomorrow. Perhaps, I can help you vent your anger."
"You? Junior Brother Lau, even though you are truly very powerful and are able to tie with Senior Brother Qin Yu, Senior Brother Qin Yu couldn't stand being angry today. In the competition with a disciple of Heavy Sword Sect, you were also defeated by a disciple of the same level of Heavy Sword Sect, and looking at the other party, it's obvious that they did not use their full strength. " Wu Jing was obviously not optimistic about Lau Yu's decision as he sighed and said.
Regarding this, Lau Yu did not comment or say anything more. After all, he did not intend to fight with Heavy Sword Sect Disciples for sure.
The next day, Lau Yu arrived at the fighting stage under the lead of Wu Jing. At this time, the fighting stage was already packed with people.
Nearly twenty disciples that were dressed in Heavy Sword Sect were all standing proudly within the pavilion not far from the stage, looking down at the numerous inner court disciples with faces full of provocation.
The many Sky Cloud Sect disciples below dared not speak out of anger. Although they were extremely angry in their hearts, they did not dare to easily step up to the arena to challenge Yun Che. After all, what happened yesterday was still fresh in their minds.
"Junior Brother Lau, look, those are the Heavy Sword Sect inner court disciples, and one of them is the Heavy Sword Sect disciple that we had last time during the beast tide." Wu Jing pointed to a disciple within the Heavy Sword Sect.
Even without Wu Jing's explanation, Lau Yu had already seen it. His cultivation was Martial Master of Eighth Grade, and was considered number one amongst the inner sect disciples in Heavy Sword Sect.
"Look!" Senior Brother Wang is at the level of Martial Master of Eighth Grade, so it's difficult for you to be a match for my Sky Cloud Sect. A young man with a calm expression went up onto the stage, and someone below the stage immediately shouted out.
"Good luck Senior Martial Brother Wang!"
"Senior brother Wang, beat those Heavy Sword Sect bastards!"
Many Sky Cloud Sect disciples cheered for the other party, even Wu Jing was affected by the cheers from the inner sect disciples, and started to shout.
However, Lau Yu couldn't help but shake his head. This senior brother called Wang Shizhong had no hope of winning at all.
There were only a few people that could defeat Wang Shizhong within the Martial Master of Eighth Grade, and even within the Martial Master of Seventh Grade, there were people that could compete with him. No matter what, Wang Shizhong did not have the slightest chance to save face for the sect.
Sure enough, Heavy Sword Sect had actually sent a disciple to the arena to fight against Wang Shizhong.
Wang Shizhong was angry at first and wanted to say something, but unfortunately, the other side did not even give Wang Shizhong the chance to attack.
As a sword cultivator, his attacks were extremely sharp. Naturally, there was no need to explain it anymore. Wang Shizhong could only passively defend and did not have the strength to retaliate.
The final result, was actually a battle of attrition, which made the Sky Cloud Sect disciple's expression unsightly. If the opponent, a disciple of the Martial Master of Seventh Grade, could fight with the Martial Master of Eighth Grade, then what about the Martial Master of Eighth Grade? As for the ninth rank?
When he thought about it, he felt fear, and in an instant, the entire aura of his Sky Cloud Sect vanished. Initially, he was full of confidence, but at this moment, the level eight or nine Sky Cloud Sect Martial Master disciples who were intending to attack also became hesitant.
They were worried about themselves, so they became the next Wang Shizhong.
"Hahaha!" Is there no one else on Sky Cloud Sect now, all of you, do not dare to compete on the stage anymore? "
"In my opinion, it's the same whether they come up or not. They're completely no match for us, so what's the point in coming up?"
… ….
The Heavy Sword Sect disciples started to mock as much as they could, and Lau Yu finally understood why Wu Jing, who didn't seem like an impulsive person, couldn't help but charge forward.
Finally, an inner disciple from Martial Master of Ninth Grade rushed onto the stage. Facing him was a disciple from Martial Master of Ninth Grade called Faang Yue.
After ten or so rounds, the Sky Cloud Sect disciple was defeated, and fell onto the ground, blood flowing out of his mouth non-stop. It would take at least ten days or so to recover.
"Is there anyone else? Are there still any missions that you are willing to take? " This Martial Master of Ninth Grade disciple asked. Every single time he swept his eyes across a Sky Cloud Sect disciple, he would always lower his head, not daring to look directly at them.