At this time, Tang Ao's gaze fell on the viewing platform behind the arena.
On the viewing platform, there were more than ten young people sitting, and there were also a few people who seemed to be servants standing respectfully next to them.
"Are these young people the heirs of the City Lord, He Fengyuan?" Tang Ao whispered to himself.
"That's right. In order to strengthen his power, the City Lord, He Fengyuan, married many women from big sects or big families. So basically, every one of the heirs of the City Lord has the shadow of a big family behind them." The young man beside Tang Ao echoed.
"What's so special about each of the heirs?" Tang Ao asked the young man beside him.
"In the battle for the City Lord position, the most promising heirs are the Eldest Young Master He Yuanze, the Ninth Young Master He Yuanchao, and the Thirteenth Young Master He Yuanyi." The young man seemed to be very familiar with these gossips, and his eyebrows danced as he spoke.
"Do these Young Masters have the background of other sects or families?" Tang Ao asked in confusion.
"Basically, but the power behind He Yuanze is Bright City's Su Family, He Yuanchao is supported by the Heavenly Moon Sect, and the Thirteenth Young Master He Yuanyi is supported by the Heavenly Star Sacred Sect. Although the other heirs have their own background, compared to these three, they are a few levels lower." The young man spoke with fervor and assurance.
"May I ask for your name?" Tang Ao cupped his hands towards the young man beside him.
"I don't dare. I am Lei Liang, one of the best wind agents in Water Pearl City." Lei Liang cupped his hands and returned the greeting.
So he was a wind agent who specialized in gathering information. Tang Ao's heart trembled, and he asked, "Among the heirs of the City Lord of Water Pearl City, there are no children whose mothers are from a poor family?"
Lei Liang was surprised, he didn't expect Tang Ao to ask such a strange question, but he still answered, "There are. For example, He Fengyuan's seventeenth son, He Lin, is the son of He Fengyuan and a servant girl after he was drunk. There are no other children."
"That's him!" Tang Ao's eyes lit up.
"You've actually cultivated this top-notch martial skill to the acme of perfection!" At this moment, an incredulous voice came from the platform. The bladesman on the platform was forced back step by step. Clearly, he was no longer a match for Xiao Chen. He let out a cry of surprise.
As the bladesman on the stage retreated in defeat, thoughts raced through his mind. He had been practicing his saber techniques for decades, and the Life Souls he had awakened were all related to the saber. He had a very high understanding of the saber, but in terms of perception, this bladesman had poor aptitude. He had been practicing high-grade saber techniques for more than several years, but he had only reached the proficient realm of his saber techniques. He was still a distance away from the acme of perfection.
The swordsman was also very excited. He was fighting with the swordsman, a sly old fox in his forties, and not only was he not at a disadvantage, he even showed signs of winning. How could the swordsman not be happy? This old swordsman could casually leave behind a trap with a raise of his hand, but the swordsman used his rich experience to resolve the traps one by one, causing the swordsman's blood to boil.
The swordsman gradually grasped the rhythm of the battle. He was practically chasing after the bladesman, causing the latter to retreat. However, the swordsman did not dare to chase too fiercely, in case he was careless and fell into the old bladesman's trap.
In the spectator stand on the arena:
"Sixteenth Brother, the bladesman you recruited is a little too old. It is fine that he is old, but his martial skills do not seem to be very good." He Yuanze looked at He Yuanzhang, who was sitting at the side, and let out a frivolous smile.
He Yuanzhang's face was ashen. His mother was the second daughter of a second-rate clan in An Le City. She was definitely not as good as He Yuanze's Su Clan. Thus, the martial artist she found could only be this old bladesman in his forties.
"Hmph, victory and defeat have not been decided. There is no point in saying anything now." He Yuanzhang retorted, unconvinced. Although the old bladesman was continuously retreating, he still had a glimmer of hope for the old bladesman.
He Yuanzhang thought of his mother's request. This old bladesman was one of the top experts in his mother's clan. He had rich combat experience and would definitely be able to obtain a good name for himself.
"Hehe, you are really stubborn." He Yuanze laughed disdainfully. "If this old man can defeat the swordsman of my Su Clan, I, He Yuanze, can even carry your shoes in the future. Hahaha!"
Hearing He Yuanze's frivolous laughter, He Yuanzhang's face turned even more ashen.
On the viewing platform, the other heirs sneered in disdain at He Yuanzhang's unwillingness. Everyone took joy in He Yuanzhang's misfortune when they saw He Yuanzhang's defeat. Only the seventeenth son, He Lin, remained silent. He looked at He Yuanzhang, whose face was so dark that water could be seen, with sympathy.
In the arena, the exchange between the bladesman and the swordsman had already reached its peak. The audience below the arena was mesmerized. Everyone was immersed in it and did not even dare to exclaim. Everyone's breathing was very rapid.
Most of the people present were martial artists at the third or fourth tier of the Body Refining Realm. This realm was already the most common realm in the Black Yellow Continent. Facing the battle between the martial artists at the pinnacle of the Body Refining Realm, they were also confused. They only felt that the battle between the two was like dancing on the tip of a knife. It was too much for their eyes to take in.
In the arena, sword Qi crisscrossed and saber lights appeared.
The saber lights were obviously much more than the sword Qi. However, this did not mean that the bladesman would win for sure. The bladesman was obviously at a disadvantage. He had no choice but to wield more saber lights to block the swordsman's sword moves.
Tang Ao shook his head. The general situation had been decided. The bladesman was going to lose without any surprises.
The swordsman's figure was like a ghost. He brandished his sword in an orderly manner. The bladesman was also tired of dealing with it. His physical strength was depleting rapidly. The speed at which he brandished his saber became slower and slower. It was obvious that he was exhausted.
The bladesman brandished his saber slower and slower. In the end, he was already sweating profusely. He could not keep up with the speed of the swordsman's sword. Before long, he would definitely be defeated on the spot.
"Sixteenth Brother, now, do you have anything else to say?" He Yuanze looked at the ashen-faced He Yuanzhang and asked proudly.
"Humph! The cultivator you raise is really despicable. He actually wants to wait for my bladesman to exhaust himself before defeating him. If he is capable, then let the two of them fight head-on," He Yuanzhang retorted, feeling unconvinced.
"Tsk! The winner takes all. A loss is a loss. What is there to be embarrassed about? Hahaha. "He Yuanze saw that the swordsman raised by his family was about to win. He immediately laughed out loud.
The swordsman and the bladesman exchanged more than a thousand moves. The bladesman finally could not hold on anymore. However, he remembered his wife's instructions. He gritted his teeth and persevered. Even if he was defeated, he had to do his best! He had to exhaust this swordsman as much as he could and contribute to the upcoming battle.
After being suppressed by the swordsman for a long time, the bladesman had exhausted even more of his physical strength. Even though the bladesman had experienced hundreds of battles, he was starting to panic at this moment.
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