Chapter 32 (1/2)

Below the arena, w.a.n.g Xiaoqi and the other teens beside him started to cheer loudly.

They had already formed a group with Zhuo Yifeng as their leader. They naturally had to scream as loud as they could to boost the morale of their leader.

The cynical teacher-in-charge, w.a.n.g Juefeng glanced at Ding Hao, and a playful and amused look flashed in the depths of his eyes. Then, he shrugged at Zhuo Yifeng and indicated for the others to move away, leaving behind the arena to Ding Hao and Zhuo Yifeng.

The martial arts compet.i.tion began.

“Rascal, just concede. Otherwise, if we really fight, I might accidentally hurt you.” Zhuo Yifeng strode to the middle of the arena and planted himself there. He laughed coldly, looking down at Ding Hao.

He ranked 107 on the overall rankings, which was below Ding Hao. However, he had always felt that the overall rankings of the sect entrance examination did not befit his true abilities. Only by entering the top 50 of the overall rankings would he show his true capabilities. As such, he had always thought he was better than the others.

Ding Hao pulled out his rusted sword from his back expressionlessly.

After becoming a disciple on the waiting list, the Swordsmans.h.i.+p-seeking Sect had given every disciple weapons and clothing. The steel long sword that the sect had given him was of good quality and was made by an experienced craftsman in the sect’s forge. It could not be bought with money.

But Ding Hao did not know why he felt that he could not wield the steel long sword given to him by the sect as smoothly as the rusted sword he had pulled out from the rubbish pile. As such, he had never changed weapon.

The rusted sword had specks of rust on it and rusted lines that looked as if it might break any time. It looked terrible as if it were a useless stove poker.

Ding Hao pulled out the rusted sword, causing a wave of spiteful jeers and ridicule.

w.a.n.g Xiaoqi and his group, especially, fanned the flames, and jeered and laughed at him.

“You dare to come out and fight with just a lousy sword? To be honest, I feel embarra.s.sed about having to fight with you. I wonder how you ranked 100th.” Zhuo Yifeng stood in the middle of the stage carelessly and said with a cold laugh, “You can make the first move. I shall let you have the first three moves so our senior and younger brothers won’t say that I’m bullying the weak.”

Ding Hao did not say anything more. He nodded his head seriously and answered, “Alright.”

And then-

“Whoos.h.!.+”

A burst of red light erupted from Ding Hao’s hands.

He used the “Stunning Steps” footwork and his rusted sword moved like lightning, shooting a ray of sword light.

This was the first move of the “Rapid-Cross Sword” suite. The sword moved straight and intentionally without any extra moves.

But in Ding Hao’s hands, it looked mesmerizing. From stillness to motion, it happened in the speed of lightning and was almost imperceptible.

Zhuo Yifeng was stunned.

The arrogant smile on his face had not had the time to disappear yet. In the moment of incredulity, he barely had the time to raise the long sword in his hand to defend himself.

Clang!

A clash rang, the vibrations causing everyone’s ears to ring.

In the next moment, Zhuo Yifeng felt as if he was being attacked by an enormous hammer. The quick and indomitable strength pounded heavily on his sword and traveled down it. His hands, which gripped the sword felt an enormous force and lost all its sense.

Bang!

The smile on his face froze. Zhuo Yifeng, along with his sword, fell heavily on the stone seats below the arena like a paper kite of which the strings had broken.

The hustle and bustle in the hall suddenly rang with gasps.

Powerful!

Too powerful!

It was inconceivably powerful!