Chapter 20

Numerous skeptical gazes turned to Su Yi, then shifted to Ma Yu, as if suspecting some underhanded dealings. Realizing this seemed too irregular, these gazes quickly returned to Su Yi.

Ma Yu cleared his throat and said, "This is purely a coincidence. I can swear by the hundred-year reputation of the Quanzhen Sect that there has been no favoritism."

The crowd hurriedly shook their heads, indicating they did not dare to doubt the Sect Master.

Ma Yu, somewhat speechless, cleared his throat repeatedly and slowly said, "I fully understand everyone's eagerness to test the abilities of the legendary Junior Brother Yang. However, since Kang has a bye this round, let's wait for the next round. Tomorrow, I believe he will not have a bye."

Several disciples immediately blushed like monkey buttocks, precisely those who had just been discussing Su Yi. They never expected that their private discussions would be heard by the Sect Master.

"Alright, it's late today. We will continue the competition tomorrow. Everyone, rest well tonight. The winners should conserve their energy for tomorrow's battle, and the losers should not be discouraged. Summarize your experiences and try again next year!"

"Yes."

The seven elders of the Quanzhen Sect, as senior figures, all left first. Before leaving, Qiu Chuji specially walked to Su Yi, tapped his shoulder helplessly, and then left.

With the departure of the elders, the third-generation disciples also dispersed.

Since there was still a major competition tomorrow, Su Yi could not return to the wooden house to rest. So, he followed Yin Zhiping to his former room.

After walking a few steps, he was stopped by someone. Looking up, he saw it was Zhao Zijing!

Yin Zhiping wore a gentle smile and said warmly, "I wonder what Senior Brother Zhao has to say?"

This was Yin Zhiping's best strategy against Zhao Zijing over the years. If he couldn't surpass him in martial arts, he would despise him in character. You are narrow-minded and intolerant, so I will be a gentleman, treating everyone with warmth, making you uncomfortable. If you are uncomfortable, then I am comfortable.

Sure enough, Zhao Zijing's face immediately turned sour. He forced a smile and chuckled at Su Yi, "Hehe, Junior Brother Yang is truly lucky! To have such a fortunate bye, saving so much effort compared to us!"

Su Yi replied with a smile, "Indeed, such good luck. It seems I won't be defeated in the competition due to exhaustion, after all, no one is willing to play a fake match for me..."

The pointed response made Zhao Zijing's face even uglier. After a long pause, he said resentfully, "I hope to spar with Junior Brother Yang in the next round. I want to see how proficient Junior Brother Yang's Quanzhen Sword Technique is!"

"I hope we don't meet..." Su Yi said with a hint of worry, "Senior Brother Zhao is the top disciple under the Sect Master. If you lose in the second round, it would be embarrassing for the Sect Master. So, it's better not to meet!"

Zhao Zijing stared at Su Yi, gritting his teeth, "I hope your sword is as sharp as your mouth! Let's go!!!"

Saying that, he left with a group of followers, leaving a haughty back view.

After Zhao Zijing left, Yin Zhiping praised, "Junior Brother Yang is indeed impressive. Just a few words and this guy is almost dead from anger, truly impressive! But do you have a grudge against him? To offend this petty guy for no reason, be careful he targets you in the future!"

"Of course, I have a grudge..." Su Yi said indignantly, "I always feel this guy will become my son's master in the future, and because of jealousy of my talent, he will hide and bully my son, even send people to beat him up. Just thinking about it makes me angry!"

Yin Zhiping thought Su Yi was joking and laughed heartily, clutching his stomach until tears streamed down his face. Finally, he said, "Hehe, don't worry, Junior Brother Yang. If you have a son in the future, I will personally take him as a disciple, and I will not let Zhao Zijing take advantage!"

Su Yi looked at Yin Zhiping with disdain and said, "If you take him as a disciple, will you teach him how to molest girls?" Saying that, he walked away confidently.

"Hey? What kind of talk is that?" Yin Zhiping complained, following closely behind to head to the room. There would likely be fierce battles tomorrow, so it was best to return to the room and rest early.

The night passed without incident.

The next morning, everyone arrived early at the martial arts field. As before, Ma Yu drew lots to decide who would face whom.

Yesterday, half of the disciples were eliminated, leaving only about a hundred. The matches were faster than yesterday, but the battles were much more intense. Those who had defeated their fellow disciples yesterday were naturally the more outstanding ones, and it was impossible to win as easily as yesterday.

Yin Zhiping, unfortunately, faced one of Zhao Zijing's subordinates again. The opponent was quite strong, only slightly weaker than him. After a fierce battle, Yin Zhiping finally won, but the opponent left a wound on his sword arm, which would likely affect his performance in future matches.

In contrast to Yin Zhiping's bad luck, Zhao Zijing was very lucky again, facing a junior from his own faction. After a not-so-real fight, Zhao Zijing easily won again.

As for Su Yi, he did not have a bye this time. Halfway through the competition, Ma Yu already had his lot.

"The next match, Yang Kang versus... hmm..."

Another awkward silence, then Ma Yu's helpless voice rang out again, "The next match, Yang Kang versus Cheng Yaoya!"

"Hey???!!!"

Another exclamation of surprise, just like yesterday, echoed among the disciples.

At first, Su Yi did not understand why everyone was so surprised. After a moment of confusion, he remembered that Cheng Yaoya was also a minor character, described as an extremely shy and timid woman.

Sure enough, when she stepped forward, Su Yi instantly understood why everyone was so envious and jealous. This Cheng Yaoya was not a martial artist but a noble lady, one who had lived in seclusion and never seen the outside world.

Cheng Yaoya looked shy and blushed, her beauty making her even more endearing!

"Yaoya... Yaoya greets Senior Brother... I hope Senior Brother will show mercy... and give me guidance..." After saying this, Cheng Yaoya was already blushing and almost fainting.

Do you want me to show mercy or give you guidance? Su Yi chuckled, wondering how this shy girl won her first match. Judging by her appearance, he suspected that just a few steps closer to her would make her faint from embarrassment.

"Please, Senior Brother... give me guidance."

Seeing Su Yi standing in front of her, Cheng Yaoya bit her lip, barely suppressing her shyness, and drew her sword, attacking Su Yi with a move called "Phoenix Comes to Visit." Despite her shyness, her sword technique was well-practiced.

Su Yi easily dodged, and his sword also performed "Phoenix Comes to Visit"... This was just a formality among fellow disciples. However, seeing Su Yi approach, Cheng Yaoya retreated, as if avoiding a venomous snake, more afraid of Su Yi's proximity than his sword technique.

Su Yi sighed helplessly and said softly, "Junior Sister Cheng, I am sorry..."

Saying that, he quickly moved forward, creating a breeze as he approached. Before Cheng Yaoya could react, Su Yi was already right next to her.

She opened her mouth to scream, but Su Yi lightly tapped her shoulder with his sword scabbard, and she fell backward.

Su Yi was about to help her up when someone appeared behind Cheng Yaoya. It was her master, Qingjing Sanren Sun Bu'er.

Sun Bu'er gently supported Cheng Yaoya and sighed softly, "Sigh... You are so easily embarrassed. What good is it to have high martial arts skills? With your skills, you could have exchanged a few moves with Senior Brother Yang, but you... Sigh, let's admit defeat."

Saying that, she nodded to Su Yi and led Cheng Yaoya off the field.

"Yang Kang wins!"

Ma Yu's voice rang out again.

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