As Lin Bai arrived, the eyes of all the warriors in the arena lit up.

"So he's Lin Bai, huh."

"The Tianjiao who joined the Southern Yard this year."

"But he doesn't seem like much, does he?"

"Yeah."

On Spirit Master Island, many warriors now looked at Lin Bai, whispering among themselves.

Seeing Lin Bai arrive, the once sharp-teethed Oliver Ouyang and Tan Jing both displayed a hint of wariness and determination on their faces, looking at Lin Bai without continuing their conversation.

Su Ling and Bei Haiyan exchanged glances and said, "Alright, now that Lin Bai is here, all our warriors have arrived. Fang Yiyun, can we start?"

Fang Yiyun said, "Not started yet? I've been waiting so long I've fallen asleep."

Upon hearing this, Bei Haiyan angrily said, "Fang Yiyun, with such a laid-back temperament, how can you possibly teach your disciples well? You're truly misguiding them! Humph!"

Unwilling to argue further, Su Ling directly stated, "Fine, the rules for today's martial arts competition are simple. Fang Yiyun, have your disciple fight against my disciple first. After each battle, we'll rest for three hours."

"After three hours, they'll face off with Bei Haiyan's disciple."

"In the end, we'll determine the winner based on the number of victories achieved by each side's disciples, how about it?"

Fang Yiyun impatiently said, picking his ear, "No need for such hassle. Just let my disciples defend the ring, Lin Bai and the others will each take turns defending it, letting your disciples come up to challenge!"

"As for victory or defeat, huh, we'll fight until your disciples are thoroughly convinced!"

Fang Yiyun proposed this suggestion.

Hearing this, Su Ling's face immediately turned furious.

Fight until your disciples are thoroughly convinced!

This statement further stung Su Ling's heart.

Su Ling's eyes flashed, and he coldly said, "Fang Yiyun, you seem to have great confidence in your disciples, well then, as you wish, let your disciples defend the ring, and our disciples will challenge!"

"I'd like to see how long your disciples can last in this kind of carousel battle format?"

Su Ling coldly said.

Bei Haiyan said, "Since you're so arrogant, Fang Yiyun, then we'll grant your wish!"

Fang Yiyun's proposal was to have Lin Bai, Changsun Yun, and the others defend the ring, accepting the challenges from Su Ling and Bei Haiyan's ten disciples, until either all five of Fang Yiyun's disciples were defeated, or Su Ling and Bei Haiyan's ten disciples were defeated. Only then would it end.

As it stands, there's no doubt that a carousel battle is about to unfold.

Su Ling said, "In that case, Fang Yiyun, make your move."

Fang Yiyun's gaze swept over the five people in front of him, and said, "Meng Li, you go and have some fun with them first."

"Yes, Master Fang."

Meng Li, upon hearing Fang Yiyun's words, coldly smiled, shouldering two swords, one long and one short, as he walked into the arena.

Meng Li cupped his fists and said, "I am Meng Li, asking the disciples of Mentor Su Ling and Mentor Bei Haiyan to come and offer their guidance."

Su Ling glanced at Meng Li, and with a light laugh said, "Fang Yiyun, I thought you'd send Lin Bai up first, but you sent Meng Li. Hmph, he's not enough..."

Meng Li lightly laughed and said, "Mentor Su Ling, don't misunderstand, my cultivation isn't very strong, but Master Fang did this to prevent Junior Brother Lin Bai from taking all of the opportunities from us once he's up."

"That's why Master Fang let me go up first to spar with them."

Meng Li said with a faint smile.

Bei Haiyan coldly said, "It's true, the near red ones are red, the near inked ones are black. Fang Yiyun is so sharp-tongued, no wonder his disciples are so conceited!"

"Fine, I'd like to see just how capable you are!"

"Luo Song, go defeat him!"

Bei Haiyan commanded coldly.

Immediately, from behind Bei Haiyan, a young man named Luo Song stepped out. He was a sub Tianjiao and one of the warriors who had been cultivating with Bei Haiyan for the past five months.

Luo Song's talent was second only to Tan Jing and Oliver Ouyang.

"Yes, Mentor Bei."

Luo Song stepped forward, leaping into the arena, standing opposite Meng Li.

Luo Song looked at Meng Li and disdainfully laughed, "I'll give you a chance, get down, let Lin Bai come up!"

"Under Mentor Fang Yiyun, I look down on everyone but Lin Bai."

Luo Song said arrogantly.

Meng Li coldly laughed, "Is that so? Today I'll show you that under Master Fang's tutelage, there are not only the world-renowned Tianjiaos like Junior Brother Lin Bai, but others as well!"

Hearing this, Luo Song mockingly laughed, "Looks like you're really looking for death, huh? Fine, I'll grant your wish!"

As he spoke, Luo Song leapt toward Meng Li.

With a strike, the power of the First Level of the Life-and-Death Realm emanated from Luo Song's body, ferociously and viciously directed at Meng Li.

Meng Li coldly chuckled, reaching behind him with both hands, grasping the large sword with his left hand and the short sword with his right. Crossing the swords in front, he forcefully warded off Luo Song's assault.

"This—"

Luo Song was forced back a hundred meters, looking at the two swords in Meng Li's hands with a bit of shock.

At this moment, Lin Bai also noticed the two swords in Meng Li's hands.

The giant sword in Meng Li's left hand was around three meters long and one foot wide, taller and wider than Meng Li himself. It was indeed a giant sword!

Meanwhile, the sword in his right hand was a short sword, about seven feet long and two fingers wide, intricately made.

Meng Li, holding the giant sword in one hand and the short sword in the other, with a hint of a cold smile at the corner of his mouth, roared and swung the giant sword fiercely at Luo Song, unleashing power that swept across the arena.

"Tyrant Sword Skill!"

Lin Bai's eyes narrowed slightly, speaking faintly.

Meng Li, wielding the giant sword, was clearly using the Tyrant Sword Skill.

To this day, the strongest Tyrant Sword Skill practitioner Lin Bai had ever seen was Blackstone Roland Sword Nine!

Rumbling—

Meng Li's powerful slash with the giant sword came crashing down. Although Luo Song managed to avoid it, the sword's impact on the earth made Spirit Master Island tremble violently.

Luo Song avoided the giant sword, but his face was filled with panic. He felt that if he hadn't dodged, this sword would have reduced him to pulp!

"Such strong power!" Luo Song thought with astonishment.

After feeling a slight shock, Luo Song immediately channeled his spiritual power all over his body, performing a martial technique aimed at Meng Li's back.

"Is that all you got?" Meng Li scoffed, turning and plunging the giant sword into the ground, blocking Luo Song's attack. Then the short sword in his right hand struck viciously, a thrust seemingly able to pierce through the void!

"No!"

Luo Song cried out in alarm, hurriedly retreating.

But in that split second, Meng Li's short sword pierced Luo Song's shoulder, sending him flying out of the martial arts competition arena!

"I won."

Meng Li said with a triumphant smile.

Luo Song fell outside the arena, his expression incredulous. He could hardly believe that he would lose to Meng Li!

"Light Swordsmanship..." Lin Bai softly murmured.

Fang Yiyun, with a light smile, said, "This is the Mother-Child Swordsmanship..."

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