The weapon cultivators circled around a set of familiar stone tournant floors, laid out neatly on a perfectly flat and bare stretch of mountain. To the side, a familiar board listed off matchups. All around, weapon cultivators moved through their footwork techniques and stretched, preparing for their matches. Muscles glead. Steel glinted. All around, the stench of hot-bloodedness filled the air.
Beside Sectgoer, Ying Lin vibrated in excitent, her eyes wide. Sectgoer, on the other hand, clutched his beating stick for dear life. What the ever-loving fuck am I doing here? How on earth did I allow the other clones to trick into this? Im not a weapon cultivator. Wewe arent weapon cultivators! Why even attempt this trial? I shouldve doubled up on magical techniques with Peak Lord. Maybe even gotten to share a little of Bai Xues love?
But no, instead Im here, surrounded by bulging muscles and sweaty, brutal n. Dear Master, who art ascended to Immortality, can you save this small Hui? I barely know a single close-combat footwork art. I cant wield a sword to save my life. What am I doing here?
Master, look! We wont et until the second-to-last round, Ying Lin pointed out, beaming.
Hui glanced nervously at her. Ying Lin, when you beat , can you at least be gentle?
Master! Dont say that. Im sure you can defeat if you try your best, Ying Lin said, nodding.
Hui turned and grabbed her face. Ying Lin.
Yes? she squeaked, too startled to say anything else.
Dont you dare intentionally lose to . Beat rcilessly. I wont feel any more confident in myself if you throw the fight and your Master will know. I know your potential. Ive seen you fight. You can defeat .
Master, youre a whole realm above
Youre a sword cultivator, arent you? Im sure you can make up for it.
Ive only been using a sword art for a few hours
Hui rolled his eyes. Elder Sister, youre clearly a protagonist, so live up to it, no?
Ying Lin blinked. Huh?
I an dont hold yourself back. Not for , not for soone you love, not for anyone. Not at any point in your life, not ever. Fight as hard as you can, or youll regret it later. No even putting fighting aside, never diminish yourself for the sake of soone else, Hui said, nodding seriously.
Ying Lin put her hands on her hips. Master, are you really telling this?
Hui rolled his eyes. Im a hypocrite and a coward. What else do you want? Anyways, your Masters path of cowardice and death-fa er, nobly escaping danger clearly isnt yours. What I do isnt fit for you.
Maybe it isnt fit for you, either, Ying Lin suggested.
No, no. It fits well, quite well, Hui said, nodding.
She frowned at him. Master is this really the you that has the confidence heart-demon?
I question that too. Its clearly Rogue who has the heart-demon, Sectgoer grumbled under his breath. Im just an innocent whos a little bit who dares to have a tiny speck of confidence.
Sectgoers robes suddenly bulged at the chest. He grabbed at them, startled, only for a crow to burst out the next mont. Chen Wuya flapped up and perched on Sectgoers head, turning around to preen his wings nonchalantly. Ah, a good old-fashioned tournant.
Chen Wuya, whathow Hui stuttered.
Chen Wuya stomped on his head. I go where I please, and it isnt a lowly disciples role to question it!
Ah! I count as Seniors disciple? Honored, truly honored, Hui said, nodding.
Hmph. Barely. Wheres that Jing Ruchen brat? Has he fixed his ankles yet? Chen Wuya asked.
Senior, I dont think anyone could fix a fundantal flaw in their technique in a few hours, Hui said cautiously.
Didnt your disciple learn the whole technique a few hours ago? Chen Wuya returned.
Ying Lin glanced away. Disciple only has a basic understanding of the lowest portions of the art. I dont dare claim full comprehension.
Naturally. Still, to have a basic understanding of the basics is more than that pitiful Jing Ruchen can claim, and hes been studying it for years, Chen Wuya complained. He stood up tall on Huis head to get a good look around. Hmm no, it doesnt seem like hes fixed his ankles. Mores the pity.
Hui followed the crows gaze. In the distance, Jing Ruchen walked through his basic form, breathing slowly, clearly preparing mind and body for the fight ahead. To his eyes, the mans technique appeared correct, but then, I understand even less of the technique than Ying Lin does.
Do either of you fight him? It seems my friendly warning did no good, so perhaps hes the type that needs it beaten into him, Chen Wuya asked, peering up at the board.
Hui peered at it as well, then shook his head. Only if we both make it to the finals. He turned to Ying Lin.
Master, dont count yourself out, Ying Lin said, shaking her head.
No, no. Its only fitting that the one with the greater comprehension of the technique faces him in the finals, Hui said, nodding to himself. In any case, its not as if theyre only accepting one weapons-master from this trial. Theres eighty-so peaks in the outer circle. Making a good showing in the semi-finals is likely enough for to still make it as a peak lord!
Although I have to admit its unlikely I make it that far! Every step of the way, Ill be facing weapons cultivators, those terrifying existences who can fight above their realm. As a re ordinary fifth-realm, Im in grave danger!
Which ans I absolutely cannot fight fair. A fair fight is a losing fight for this small Hui. Until I face Ying Lin Ill fight dirty!
Ah, I feel like if Rogue could hear right now, hed point out that weve only ever fought dirty
First round! the sword cultivator overseeing the trials called out.
Hui took a deep breath and stepped forward. He cupped his hands to Ying Lin, giving her a last salute. She saluted back, and they went their separate ways.
A clone of the sword cultivator hovered over each of the tournant floors. Hui walked up to his and licked his lips, still nervous. He scanned the room, searching for his opponent. Please pair with one of the little ones. Soone small and weak, like . Make it a tournant worth watching! Please!
Soone nudged Huis shoulder gently. A gentle voice whispered, Excuse , I think Im your opponent.
Hui smiled. Ah, thank goodness. They understand tournants. They gave an opponent fitting for my ager skills! He turned to his opponent and looked up, up, up.
Muscles on muscles, rippling up a huge fra. Robes barely contained the mans huge body. A timid expression made a broad jaw and cleft chin look no less threatening. His hair swept neatly back, tied by a ribbon.
Shiiiiiiit. Forget Ying Lin, this first opponent is going to turn into mush on the ground! Hui forced himself to keep smiling and cupped his hands to the man. This lesser one is called Xing Huang.
I Im called Xin Mobing, the man replied, hastily cupping his hands back.
Hui nodded. He licked his lips nervously and flickered his hands, checking the weapons on his body. Beating stick, check. Moonlight Cutter still in the node, and unreachable. Needles brought those. Talismans a few, and so of them are the new ones we just recently comprehended. Mmm, I have a few miscellaneous spiritual weapons on , as well. Nothing that can seriously overco this man mountain, but
Dont give up, Hui! Dont give up! No I still have a route to victory! I can do this. Yes actually, co to think of it isnt it entirely possible? Hui flexed his hands. Black threads flickered from his fingertips for just a mont. Its been a while since I used that technique, but well, its a bit of a risk, but its better than losing!
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