The elders all wore solemn expressions; having recognized Xiao Qiang's current strength, each of them secretly broke into a cold sweat for the disciples of their respective sects.
Only Nan Batian of the Demon Sect remained entirely confident, his face free of the slightest trace of worry.
In the third match, Xiao Qiang won. For the fourth match, Xiao Qiang faced Lin Xi of Shuiyue Palace. Lin Xi was a handsome young man with loose hair flowing over his shoulders and a side profile somewhat resembling a girl's. However, he was perhaps a shade too delicate, with a slender frame. Wielding the Huaxi Sword, he unleashed a single stroke that summoned a flurry of flower petals sweeping in from the surrounding grass, striking out with a force that blended gentleness with steel. Xiao Qiang leaped into the air, the cold gleam of his Wuji Sword flashing as rows of sword images rained down upon Lin Xi. Lin Xi had no time to dodge; struggling desperately with his sword, he failed to block Xiao Qiang's barrage of sword shadows. He flew backward several meters, hit the ground, and spat blood. This match went to Xiao Qiang.
The disciples off the stage were dumbfounded. Another victory for Xiao Qiang! This fellow was simply too formidable. He was practically a sword master; who could possibly withstand such a monster?
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