Chapter 668 - Straight to the Finals (2/2)

Zuo Two Bucks, who was so used to being beaten up with no hope of retaliating, was shocked by his own achievements! Later on, he realized that the sword technique that Brother Lonemoon was training him in was so awesome.

As the competition carried on, he became more and more shocked by his own powers. He could hardly believe what he was seeing. The sword technique that Brother Lonemoon despised him so much for could take him right through the various fights in a breeze. Those Foundation Establishment disciples from the same sect could not even deal more than 10 blows in retaliation before they all fell at the mercy of his sword. Zuo Shuming was passing through the stages as quickly as a raging current.

He was stunned by his own performance. Never did he imagine that his technique – which had always been despised – was so… awesome.

o(≧v≦)o

The worries in his heart that had grown since the day he found out he was competing were now all gone. In its place was a self-confidence that Zuo Shuming never knew.

Even when he met a Golden Core opponent, he calmly kept his mind on the techniques he needed to use. Fighting against his opponents’ suppression, he attacked blow by blow. He emerged victorious!

Everyone in the audience was shocked stiff. He was fighting someone of a much higher cultivation than him – yet he won! This really was an unbeatable sword cultivator. All the disciples in the sect suddenly could not take their eyes off a certain someone seated high above the battlefield. Even his disciples were so powerful. That Soul Formation Supremacy, the sword cultivator, was out of this world.

Even Yu Luan could not help but turn to face Yi Qing and exclaim, “He really is a disciple of the Nameless Mountain. He can even win an opponent of much higher cultivation than he. You really have an impressive disciple!”

Yi Qing, who had been peeling nuts: “…”

Shen Ying, who had been eating nuts: “…”

Meow meow meow?

(⊙ o ⊙)

“Nameless Mountain, Zuo Shuming wins!”

Zuo Shuming looked absolutely confused. He just won a battle he was sure he would lose. And he did not even fight his hardest. Suddenly, he felt like he was dreaming. He looked down at the sword in his hand. For the first time in his life, he felt like a real sword cultivator!

Immense excitement began to well up in his chest. If this was his true prowess, then maybe… Maybe he could win all the way to the end. He tightened his grip on his sword and looked up, his expression bright and hopeful. He could win! He could really win!

That was until… Lonemoon walked onto the stage.

Hehe…

Faintly, he felt like something fell in his chest and broke into pieces. Like a deflated balloon, Zuo Shuming slumped down. All his hopes and dreams were shattered in an instant

Zuo Shuming: “…”

Could he just give up?

There was no need for him to be bullied – there was no need to even compete this time!

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