Everyone was surprised. Such a coincidence was too dramatic. Even Ding Wen couldn't help but look at the examiner, Jiang Ning, who was in charge of the soul selection. He suspected that this was the result of Jiang Ning's control.
But Jiang Ning was also surprised. He didn't have the guts to tamper with the duel between the young ladies of the Qin family. What he did was to avoid the groups that they were going to arrange. But this was equivalent to reducing the number of people, and the probability of Qin Sang and Ling Ziyan meeting in the same group increased.
But everyone was just surprised by this coincidence. No one felt that there was any suspense about the result of this group.
"Qin Sang, Ling Ziyan." The examiner called and signaled for the two to come out.
Qin Sang's face was also surprised. Ling Ziyan, who was standing diagonally behind her, was more frightened than surprised.
"Miss …" Ling Ziyan called out timidly.
"Humph …" Qin Sang snorted coldly. She stepped forward and didn't even turn her head. With a backhand, there was a "zeng" sound. The Kuei sword on Ling Ziyan's back seemed to have eyes. It flew out of its sheath and into Qin Sang's hand. She walked into the field with her sword and stood at the side with a gloomy face.
Many people saw her like this and felt a little indignant. The soul selection was random. Even if it wasn't random, it was assigned by the examiner. In short, it had nothing to do with Ling Ziyan. Qin Sang's huff and puff made no sense.
Everyone felt a trace of anticipation in their hearts. If the arrogant young lady of the Qin family was defeated by her sword-carrying servant, the scene would be very interesting.
But everyone just silently thought about it. No one dared to stand against Qin Sang and speak up for Ling Ziyan, except for one person.
"Go, beat her!" Su Tang waved his hand and shouted. Of course, he was shouting at Ling Ziyan.
"Calm down," Lu Ping, who was bandaging Su Tang's right hand, quickly said.
"Blood splashed on my face." Siffin's face was covered in blood. Su Tang's hand was still dripping with blood. With a wave of his arm, it splattered all over Siffin's face.
"Sorry, sorry." Su Tang hurriedly returned his hand to Lu Ping to continue bandaging. He said to Siffin, but his eyes were fixed on Ling Ziyan.
Ling Ziyan was still hesitating, still terrified. Su Tang's loud voice of support made her look over. But obviously, this did not give her much courage. Her gaze quickly turned back to Qin Sang, who had already entered the arena, and she was at a loss.
"What are you waiting for!" Qin Sang shouted impatiently.
Qin Sang's words were like an order to her. It had been like this for as long as she could remember. Hearing Qin Sang's rebuke, she didn't hesitate to run forward. But after a few steps, she realized that today's situation was different from usual, and she was at a loss.
"Begin!" Qin Sang didn't wait for the examiner to speak and already made her move. The sword was like a swimming dragon, and a stream of light pierced toward Ling Ziyan.
A boring duel.
That was what Qin Sang thought. So she wanted to end it quickly. In her opinion, this sword was enough.
It was a fast, shocking, and extraordinary sword.
This was a sword driven by the Qin family's Bloodline Ability, Flowing Light Dance. It wasn't something that just anyone could use.
But in Ling Ziyan's eyes, this sword had a feeling that no one else had.
A familiar sword.
She grew up with Qin Sang. She watched Qin Sang eat, watched Qin Sang sleep, watched Qin Sang cultivate soul power, watched Qin Sang practice swordsmanship.
There were many scars on her body that were still there. They were from Qin Sang using her as a target when she practiced swordsmanship. They were left behind when she couldn't use them freely.
Qin Sang practiced swordsmanship from a young age with a Kuei sword, a Level Five Divine Weapon. The last time Ling Ziyan was injured, she was bedridden for a month. As soon as she was able to walk, she immediately followed Qin Sang's every step.
Many of the Qin family's servants said that she was very lucky. From the day Qin Sang started using her to practice swordsmanship, everyone thought that she would die.
But she survived. From the day Qin Sang stopped using her to practice swordsmanship, she suffered countless injuries, big and small. But she survived.
Everyone said that it was a miracle. Only Ling Ziyan knew that it wasn't just luck. As Qin Sang's realm continued to rise, she became more familiar with Qin Sang's special ability and swordsmanship. In addition, she also knew Qin Sang's thoughts. She subconsciously knew Qin Sang's habits.
When the sword comes, dodge!
She hadn't been used by Qin Sang to practice swordsmanship for a long time. But this reflexive habit was still there.
Ling Ziyan tumbled and crawled to the side, her posture incomparably pathetic. However, Qin Sang's beautiful and astonishing sword had been dodged by her.
Her movements didn't stop there. Like a bird startled by the twang of a bow, she continued to flee in panic.
Next …
Ling Ziyan subconsciously directed her movements. But she soon realized that Qin Sang had stopped.
One sword didn't hit?
And it was against a stupid girl like Ling Ziyan who didn't know anything?
Qin Sang was surrounded by a deep sense of defeat, followed by a deep anger.
The sword rose again. Flowing lights danced!
The others who were watching from the sidelines felt their hearts tremble in fear. They were extremely lucky not to be in the same group as Qin Sang.
Ling Ziyan's body movement was still very ugly. Or it could be said that it couldn't be called a body movement at all. The so-called body movement was based on flexibility and variation. Ling Ziyan's movements were stiff and rigid. There was no body movement that was so careless.
However, this heart-palpitating sword was once again dodged by someone else.
Once could be luck. Twice could be coincidence. But what about the third or fourth time?
It wasn't the third or fourth time. It was already the sixteenth sword move of Qin Sang. The bright sword light almost enveloped the entire arena. But Ling Ziyan's figure was still weaving in and out of the interweaving sword light.
The famous and enviable Qin family's bloodline ability Flowing Lights danced? Now that they were already admiring this, everyone was looking at Ling Ziyan in astonishment. That was Qin Sang's sword-carrying maid. The scabbard of the Kuei sword was still on her back.
"Interesting." Draconis, the city lord of Zhiling City, displayed a very different attitude.
"What do you think?" He said to the person sitting beside him.
There weren't many people who were qualified to sit on the same level as the city lord. This person was the third young master of the Liang family, Liang Zheng.
"Mm." Liang Zheng seemed to be responding casually. But he had already stood up. Without greeting Draconis, he turned and quickly walked down the observation deck.
"Hehe …" Draconis smiled. He didn't say anything, but he knew very well what was going on.
Too many people were surprised, but they didn't realize what it meant.
This was a method that completely dodged the Qin family's Flowing Lights. It was a method that had never been seen in the Qin family's bloodline for almost a thousand years. Even if this was only the Flowing Lights danced by Qin Sang, a member of the Qin family whose realm wasn't high, who could be sure that this sword-carrying maid's body movement couldn't be further improved?
Those people who only knew how to be surprised didn't realize that what they were seeing was something that could destroy a family that had been passed down for almost a thousand years.
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