As soon as she took her seat in the audience, Luoye and the others walked over. It turned out they all wanted to catch a glimpse of the grace and talent of Jiang Qingyu’s fellow disciple. They sat in a row, eyes glued to Tang Yuan, who was showing off his flair on the arena stage.
They watched as Tang Yuan’s *Nishang Fenghua* changed form: the *Nishang* umbrella was as fleeting as a wild swan, while the *Fenghua* sword stood solitary and peerless. Finally, it transformed into a silk ribbon painted with red plum blossoms and ink washes, dancing like a dragon in the wind; with one swift motion, it bound his opponent and tossed him clean out of the arena. The entire process lasted less than half an incense stick’s time.
Thunderous applause and screams erupted from the crowd. Everyone cheered for Tang Yuan of the Wuya Sword Sect, this dark horse who had emerged from nowhere. How to put it? It was absolute suppression. It was the admiration for a powerhouse—regardless of sect, purely because Tang Yuan was strong enough.
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