"The match hasn't even started, and you're already so ruthless."
Du Feng smiled coldly and stared at Liu Qingtai. "Qingtai, you haven't forgotten about our bet, have you?"
Liu Qingtai's expression remained calm as she said, "Du Feng, the society head position is not something you can covet. My father will definitely return."
"Qingtai, the society head is already dead," Du Feng said. "He died a long time ago. In your heart, you've already gradually admitted this fact, haven't you? Otherwise, you wouldn't have accepted this wager. "
Liu Qingtai nodded.
"Enough nonsense. Let's begin!"
As if Du Feng's words had touched a soft spot in her heart, Liu Qingtai's delicate body started to tremble. Her gaze was fixed on the arena in the distance.
In an instant, Du Feng's heart was extinguished by a burst of ecstasy. Suppressing the ecstasy in his heart, his heart started to churn. "Liu Qingtai, the society head position is mine, and so are you. In the future, the Sword Society will be changed to the Du Family."
For today's gamble, Du Feng had spent an unknown amount of time. First, he had contacted Xiao Hai, the person who had the closest relationship with Liu Qingtai. Then, he had gradually instigated the disciples to spread the news of Liu Xinghai's death, breaking Liu Qingtai's defenses. Finally, Liu Qingtai had jumped into this gamble.
Du Feng took a deep breath and exchanged a glance with Xiao Hai. Then, he said, "Since that's the case, let the match begin."
After saying that, Zheng Hao and Wang Zhong flew down from the pavilion and directly landed on the arena.
In an instant, the entire square started to boil with excitement.
The match was finally about to begin!
Ye Mo looked at the two people on the arena. Through the discussion of the disciples, Ye Mo knew that Zheng Hao on his right would be representing Liu Qingtai, while Wang Zhong on his left would be representing Du Feng.
Both of them are at the First Cosmos Transformation Realm. The man on the right has an even stronger aura. On the surface, Liu Qingtai is going to win, Ye Mo thought.
Ye Mo thought to himself. His gaze landed on Liu Qingtai, who was on top of the pavilion. Then, he retracted his gaze. On the stage, the battle had already begun.
All the disciples had their eyes glued to the match.
The disciple recommended by Liu Qingtai, Zheng Hao, was Xiao Hai's cousin. He looked to be in his twenties, and had a handsome appearance. His long hair draped over his shoulders, and his expression was grave and stern. He held a longsword in his hand, and he stood there motionlessly, giving off an unruly feeling. His entire body was surrounded by a vicious aura, and his aura was extremely powerful.
Compared to Zheng Hao, Wang Zhong, who was recommended by Du Feng, was much gentler. Not only in appearance, but even his aura was not inferior.
Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that Zheng Hao had a high chance of winning.
"Looks like Young Sect Master has a higher chance of winning this time."
"That's not necessarily true. Based on their auras alone, the disciple recommended by Eldest Senior Brother is indeed weaker. However, we'll only know after they fight."
The disciples below the arena began to discuss again.
"Senior Sister Moss, take a look. Look at the two of them standing on the arena. Zheng Hao already has an overwhelming advantage."
Xiao Hai said with a smile.
"Yes! Let's hope this advantage can be delayed. "
Liu Qingtai nodded her head.
The match finally began. The disciples chosen by the two were indeed very strong. Their movements were not sluggish, and their attacks contained the power of space. At the start, neither of them had much of an advantage.
However, Ye Mo could tell that Zheng Hao was already going easy on Wang Zhong. With his powerful aura, if he had wanted to defeat Wang Zhong, he would have been able to force his way through right from the start.
If Ye Mo hadn't eavesdropped on the conversation between Xiao Hai and Du Feng, he wouldn't have been able to notice this either. The battle between the two was a battle where both of them were giving it their all. It was impossible to tell what was going on.
Naturally, Xiao Hai wasn't stupid enough to let Zheng Hao admit defeat. He wanted Zheng Hao to lose without anyone noticing. After that, Liu Qingtai wouldn't blame him.
"Sigh, I hope you'll be able to notice something."
Ye Mo sighed.
Up in the pavilion, Liu Qingtai looked at the arena with her brows tightly knitted. The match had already been going on for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. Naturally, she could tell that Zheng Hao's advantage was becoming less and less obvious.
"Xiao Hai, what exactly is going on?"
Sensing that Zheng Hao was being pushed back by Wang Zhong, Liu Qingtai's expression changed slightly. "How is it possible that he's being overtaken?"
"Senior Sister Qing Tai, I … I don't know either."
Xiao Hai pretended to be alarmed as he spoke.
"Haha, Qing Tai, the disciple I've recommended is a steady fighter. The disciple you've recommended is a strong fighter in the early stages, but in the later stages, he won't have enough stamina."
Du Feng started to explain, "I can't tell that the disciple you've recommended will be defeated within a few rounds."
"Big Brother, don't be so harsh with your words. Zheng Hao hasn't even used his ultimate move yet!"
Xiao Hai said fiercely.
Indeed, as soon as Xiao Hai finished speaking, a long sword appeared behind Zheng Hao. This long sword was surrounded by a murderous aura. With a slight shake, 72 shadows appeared on the sword, each sword shadow resembling a long river.
Boom!
A sword flew over. The Sword Deity had descended.
Zheng Hao, who was filled with murderous aura, finally unleashed a fatal counterattack.
"This move is so powerful. It seems like the disciple recommended by the Young Master is going to win."
Many disciples were shocked when Zheng Hao used this move. Obviously, they didn't expect Zheng Hao to have another ultimate move.
"Sword Deity Domain!"
Facing this move, Wang Zhong, who was recommended by Du Feng, had all the hair on his body stand up. A long sword also appeared above his head. However, it wasn't a physical one. Instead, it was condensed with Xuan Qi. His entire body's strength burst out. The ice long sword emitted a boundless aura that enveloped his body.
Wang Zhong was in the Sword Deity Domain. Both his feet stood on the long sword, forming an invincible Sword Qi Domain.
Instantly, Zheng Hao's mighty sword intent was suppressed.
"You can't break through my domain."
Just as Wang Zhong's words fell, his entire person suddenly changed. Every inch of his pores exuded an intense sword intent. The sword intent gathered together and soared into the sky. Suddenly, he grabbed the sword beneath him and fiercely thrust it forward!
Puff!
Zheng Hao's expression also changed slightly. However, before he could react, Wang Zhong's long sword stabbed into his chest.
"You?"
Zheng Hao looked at his opponent in disbelief.
"I originally thought that you were very strong. Now, it seems that even if you didn't go easy on me, I would still be able to defeat you."
Wang Zhong smiled indifferently and sent Zheng Hao flying with a kick.
"I lost!"
Many of the disciples had yet to recover from their shock after witnessing such an outcome.
Seeing this scene, Liu Qingtai's delicate body trembled. Her face instantly turned pale.
The corners of Du Feng's mouth curled up into a faint smile. He looked at Liu Qingtai and said, "Qingtai, you lost."
Liu Qingtai's face was ashen. Her last hope was completely shattered. She bit her lips and said, "Xiao Hai, let's go."
"Qingtai, why are you leaving so quickly?"
Du Feng directly pulled Liu Qingtai and said to the disciples in the plaza, "Everyone, today's bet is clear for all to see. Qingtai lost to me. According to the bet, Qingtai is now my, Du Feng's, woman. In one year, if the Sect Master still hasn't come out of seclusion, I, Du Feng, will become the new Sect Master of the Heavenly Sword Sect."
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