1071 The Devious Gold-Hand Scholar (1/2)

Apart from courting death, fighting Residence of Nine Supremes in a match of formations would also bring the risk of destroying the future of their disciples.

Thousand Mountains Sect was a clear example and warning.

Du Yangfan sat in his seat with a dull face, his mind completely blank. Meanwhile, Yun Yang looked over at him while smiling. ”Sect Leader Du, it's time for the third match. How would you like to fight it? Will it be a match of pillar forces, a match of free will, or something else? Whatever your choice is, Residence of Nine Supremes will play along.”

Du Yangfan shuddered when he heard that and felt a chill run down his back. It was a fact that his sect had lost two matches in a row, and was disheartened and discouraged. But, the battle of the Celestial Luck Banner was not yet over. From what he could see and hear, Residence of Nine Supremes clearly wished to continue. And not only did they want to defeat Thousand Mountains Sect, but they also had even higher goals.

But, how would he fight the third match?

By now, the entire Thousand Mountains Sect had realized that Residence of Nine Supremes was truly much stronger than them. In fact, not only were they merely stronger, but they were also superior to them in every aspect.

It was proven by the two matches they had lost.

And now, the third match had undoubtedly become a match of life and death for them. After all, if they lost again, it meant that Thousand Mountains Sect would fall down one rank, becoming the last sect with a lower-class Celestial Luck Banner.

It was an unacceptable outcome they would never like.

For Thousand Mountains Sect, a drop in the ranking was the worst thing that could happen, and according their initial prediction, the soonest it would happen would be three years later.

But, it was about to happen right now.

They could not afford to lose the third match!

In the worst case scenario, if they were defeated eventually, the Residence of Nine Supremes would have failed to secure five victories as long as they won this match, and subsequently lost its qualification to challenge higher-ranking sects. It was the smallest victory they could have in the end.

But, the reality was different from what Du Yangfan had planned in mind. The question now was…how could he win the third match?

How could he ensure victory in this match?

He frowned. His mind was in a jumble, and he was clueless. At that moment, he turned to look at a black-clad man who had been standing silently beside him. The man was his senior brother, Yang Ping, who was claimed to be a genius of martial arts Thousand Mountains Sect had not seen for thousands of years.

He had a very profound cultivation base, which was not only two levels higher than Du Yangfan's, but also stronger than all the elders of Thousand Mountains Sect who were cultivating in seclusion. He could be said to be the number one expert of Thousand Mountains Sect.

In other words, Yang Ping was the strongest trump card of Thousand Mountains Sect, the ace in the hole.

In the past, Du Yangfan had deliberately covered up his senior brother's strength for a rainy day, saving him for the critical moment so that he could turn the situation around.

Could now be that critical moment?

”Senior Brother Yang,” Du Yangfan sighed softly, ”the next match will be the match of pillar forces. Why don't you fight for our sect? We can't lose anymore. We have to win at least this one.”

”Understood,” said Yang Ping with an expressionless face and then stood up.

Meanwhile, Du Yangfan gathered himself as he turned to Yun Yang and said, ”The third match will be the match of pillar forces. My senior brother, Yang Ping, will represent my sect. What do Sect Leader Yun say?”

Du Yangfan was, after all, the leader of a sect. Even though he was facing a critical situation, he could still clutch at the last straw that could save his sect, and he even maximized the efficiency of the straw. He was indeed an outstanding man.