As the disciples of the Ice Sect gathered together, because they were dressed in uniform sect attire and the quality of female disciples in the Ice Sect was extremely good.

It looked simply like a feast for the eyes.

The journalists who came here to conduct interviews, upon seeing this scene, immediately captured it.

Today, even if Wang Ye and Zhou Lun do not engage in combat, merely relying on this photo, allows them to earn back the expenses incurred by coming here today.

Regardless of whether they were journalists or these Ice Sect disciples, everyone was discussing a particular issue at this moment.

After all, Wang Ye and Zhou Lun, the main characters for today, had not yet arrived.

They could only discuss some matters in this process to see if they could come up with something.

"Who do you think will win if Wang Ye and Zhou Lun duel today?"

"Sigh."

When this question was asked, the Ice Sect disciples collectively sighed, their faces revealing deep concern.

"Although Wang Ye is our Saint Heir and also Lin Senior Sister's man, from any aspect, we hope that the Saint Heir can win. However, the key issue is that Wang Ye faces an opponent with too much power; even if we want Wang Ye to win, he might not necessarily win."

"Right."

Other Ice Sect disciples also spoke at this time:

"That Zhou Lun managed to push his own cultivation to stop at the Fifth Grade Peak Cultivator. Although Wang Ye is also at the Fifth Grade Peak Cultivator level and has sparred with Elder Meng for such a long time, compared to the opponent, it's still not enough."

During the discussion, these Ice Sect disciples sighed once more.

Within their voices of discussion.

Wang Ye descended onto the arena.

Wang Ye, at this moment, appeared pale.

At a glance, it gave off a sickly impression, as if he might collapse on the arena at any moment.

Being one of today's main characters, Wang Ye naturally became the focal point of everyone's attention.

In the instant Wang Ye arrived, all eyes turned towards him.

Upon seeing Wang Ye's face so pale, the sound of discussion from the Ice Sect disciples, which had just stopped, began again:

"It seems Wang Ye is injured."

"And it looks like the Saint Heir's injuries are quite severe."

"Could it be... that it's because those beasts from the Cold Sect want to ensure complete defeat of the Saint Heir, so they ambushed Wang Ye midway?"

This Ice Sect disciple's conjecture immediately caused other Ice Sect disciples to look at the Cold Sect disciples with even greater anger than before.

Wishing to burn the disciples of the Cold Sect into oblivion.

And the journalists also wanted to move towards Wang Ye.

Before the battle had even begun, Wang Ye, as one of the combat protagonists, seemed already heavily injured; this was no small matter.

If word of this got out, it would surely cause quite a stir.

Zhou Lun from the Cold Sect also descended onto the arena, observing Wang Ye's weak appearance. He could sense that Wang Ye's aura was somewhat unstable, not an act.

Upon realizing this, Zhou Lun slightly frowned and spoke to Wang Ye: "Wang Ye, you wouldn't want to frame our Cold Sect, would you? Our Cold Sect did not ambush you."

"Besides, the battle location is at your Ice Sect, even if our Cold Sect wanted to ambush you, there would be no opportunity."

"If you use such a method, it's truly disgraceful."

Although Zhou Lun didn't know how Wang Ye got injured.

But Zhou Lun knew that their Cold Sect did not have plans to deal with Wang Ye beforehand.

He was unaware of Wang Ye's strength before coming to the scene and discovering Wang Ye's cultivation level had reached the Fifth Grade Peak Cultivator level in such a short time.

Yet even so, from Zhou Lun's perspective, defeating Wang Ye would not be a problem.

To frame Wang Ye and injure him was, to him, entirely unnecessary.

The journalists nearby looked fervently this way.

Hoping for a big news scoop.

"It's nothing. It's just that last night I wanted to use the sect's special training method to train and enhance my own strength." Wang Ye sighed helplessly:

"Unfortunately, I overestimated myself, leading to failure."

"Wouldn't it be better if you heal first, and once you're better, we continue the challenge?" Zhou Lun said, not out of personal nobility.

The Cold Sect aimed to defeat Wang Ye to directly crush the Ice Sect with the identity of defeating the Ice Sect's Saint Heir.

To shatter the spirit of the Ice Sect.

At such times, they wanted people from the Ice Sect and outsiders to perceive their victory as honorable.

Thus, under these circumstances, if he still challenged Wang Ye when he was injured.

Even if he indeed defeated Wang Ye based on his own strength, some would still feel he won unworthily.

Outside, some spectators, upon hearing Zhou Lun's words, immediately praised Zhou Lun:

"Zhou Lun is actually such a noble person, seeing Wang Ye injured, and immediately not challenging Wang Ye."

"This spirit is the true cultivator spirit. If it were other cultivators, seeing their opponent injured, they'd probably want to quickly finish them off."

Wang Ye nonchalantly waved his hand, speaking softly: "I've already taken medicinal pills, my injuries will soon recover and improve."

"Now, there are basically no issues."

"Then let's start the duel two hours later."

After Zhou Lun finished speaking, he directly left the arena, clearly intending to give Wang Ye time to recover.

"It's good to give the opponent time to recover."

Wang Ye nodded appreciatively, though his eyes held a deep expression.

Recovery?

Unfortunately, Zhou Lun's intentions were not pure.

And Wang Ye then sat cross-legged on the arena, beginning to recover his injuries.

Wang Ye indeed had serious injuries.

While Wang Ye was meditating in recovery, a female disciple approached Lin Shuang, speaking:

"Senior Sister Lin, someone wants to join our Ice Sect."

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