525 Elites from Various Places (2/2)

Lu Jing said nothing. A hint of red appeared on his face, and he coughed again while supported by two martial artists down the stage.

Huang Rong stood at the foot of the stage with great solemness on her face. Her gaze was complicated. ”I didn't expect that your attainments in the sword would have already reached this degree. It's no wonder then why the leaders of the sects praise you so much!”

Her tone carried some hints of indignation as well.

”Sect Master Huang, you praise me too much,” Happy answered humbly before he cast a glance at the man with the goatee at the foot of the stage.

The person who attacked and knocked off his sword had been this man, who looked like a merchant and seemed inconspicuous. However, the attack from his finger was not something that a normal person could do. His timing had been impeccable, and his speed could match Lu Xiaofeng's Perception Finger.

The person had attacked very casually, and he did not attract many people's attention.

The man looked up and cast Happy a glance. Then, he shouted loudly without changing his tone, ”Next—”

The book had originally been empty, but now, a person's name appeared on it. ”Silken Web Hand Lin Jiang.”

”Young brother, what a sharp sword technique you have! Allow me to experience it!”

A person from the crowd jumped high into the air. He tapped a few times against the air and moved like lightning before he landed steadily in front of Happy. He laughed heartily before he took off the black Bamboo Hat that covered his face to reveal a thin face that was not thirty yet.

”Silken Web Hand…” Happy quickly cast a glance at the man's protective gear, which protected his arms, and the silver gloves that exuded a chilling light.

He sized up his opponent.

The person who came clearly had extraordinary palm techniques, and his body movement was also pretty good.

It was no wonder then why he had the courage to come up. He should have the confidence to avoid Happy's sword slash from earlier.

That was as expected of a martial arts tournament. Each NPC was created to counter the attacks a player previously showed, and they would appear specifically to deal with them.

It might be a little difficult for Happy to use sword techniques to get rid of the person! However, he did not intend to use Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palm in front of Huang Rong.

He held his Nation Protecting Divine Sword with an icepick grip, and as his gaze darkened, he said, ”Please grant me your instruction!”

”Ah!”

Silken Web Hand Lin Jiang did not drag things out. With a tap against the ground, he instantly traveled around thirty feet and closed the distance between them. His silver palm wind was like a silver saber. It sliced through the air in front of Happy, and they split up before converging into one.

It was so fast that the wind turned so cold that it was chilling. If Happy was the slightest bit careless, his skin would have been cut. Sometimes, Lin Jiang intersected his hands, and his palms looked like a flying pair of scissors, which could catch a person off guard.

Fortunately, Happy had ample experience in fighting. Every single time his opponent attacked and got closer, Happy would seal off the spot from which his opponent could exert force at an even faster speed. He used his shoulder to destroy his opponent's balance or his weapon to cut forward before his opponent could attack. He sealed off Silken Web Hand's next attack trajectory, forcing him to change his attack suboptimally or to move back.

They fought for around ten rounds on equal grounds!

”He has good skill!” Huang Rong's eyes shone while she stood at the foot of the stage, and she said sincerely to the Murong Clan Lady, ”He predicts his opponent's moves, and this intelligence alone allows Young Swordsman Happy to control the situation. If he used his full strength, Silken Web Hand would find it difficult to even last three moves!”

”... Sect Master Huang, you praise him too much.”

The Murong Clan Lady's tone was indifferent.

Huang Rong might be smart, but the Murong Clan Lady was not someone simple either. Her expression was calm, and she did not show even a single hint of joy. She also revealed nothing, causing Huang Rong's attempts at prying information from her to fall flat.

The victor was finally decided at that moment.

Happy relied on his fighting skills and experience to force Silken Web Hand out from the arena.

”Happy won twice. Next challenger, Chen Youliang… of Beggar's Sect!”