Chapter Ten: The Initial Display of Splendor

  "Let them go up together!" Kong Zhan's words were light and casual, but they couldn't deceive the wise ears and eyes of the crowd after their cultivation.

  As soon as these words were spoken, everyone looked at Kong Zhuo with a strange gaze.

  Among the disciples who originally stood in the same row as him, Chang Yue's cultivation was exceptionally high, and he naturally saw Kong Zhuan's strength at a glance. The second layer of innate purple energy would be somewhat strained to fight against more than thirty disciples at the same time. Could it be that he had some kind of extraordinary treasure?

  The other eight people had similar expressions, even Lin Yufeng didn't believe that Kong Zhuan could take on thirty people alone. To be honest, most of the thirty or so people were familiar to him, and taking on five or six was still possible, but taking on thirty? He would definitely lose without a doubt. Kong Zhuan's innate purple energy cultivation wasn't even deeper than his own, how could he possibly have any chance of winning? Had he been blinded by anger?

  Everyone else had the same idea, but Zhou Xue was anxious and stood there stamping her foot, glaring fiercely at Kong Zuo, but in front of so many people, she didn't dare to stop him, and could only stand there anxiously.

  "Are you sure you want to bet thirty to one?" The elder host stared at Kong Zhuo, saying word by word, "It's not too late to regret now!"

  "Now it's too late for regrets!" Kong Zhan said with a smile, his smile didn't have any hint of arrogance, but it still sent a chill down the elder's spine.

  "Alright, since that's the case, I won't say any more!" He raised his head, swept a glance over the group of Luo Fu disciples, then called out names in the order on the list and signaled for them to line up.

  More than thirty people, although somewhat unwilling, did not dare disobey and all walked out of the crowd.

  Then a strange scene took place.

  According to common sense, the challenger and the challenged have both appeared, so the field should be cleared, and the trial will officially begin. However, now that there are too many challengers, wherever one stands, these challengers don't know what to do, who should make the first move? It can't be a chaotic mess, not to mention how ugly it would look. Without tacit understanding among the crowd, they can't even bring out their own strength. Therefore, all the challengers stood there motionless, and the scene began to become awkward.

  Kong Zhan smiled, he had long expected this result. This mob probably wouldn't have thought that they would be facing one against thirty, either. Slowly, he drew the long sword from his waist.

  "Everyone, oh, and also seniors, thanks for the support, I'm really embarrassed, but now that we're all here, there's no choice, you guys are many, how should we fight? Shouldn't we draft a plan or something? Is it going to be one on one or all together?"

  "Please, senior brother, teach me!" One of the disciples stepped out from the crowd, "Inner disciple Wu Chunlong wishes to have a fair fight with senior brother!" As he spoke, without waiting for others to react, his sword flashed wildly and charged towards Kong Zhuo.

  "Your skills with the sword aren't bad!" Kong Zhuo smiled, this Wu Chunlong's swordsmanship indeed had a few points of finesse. Purely in terms of sword technique, if it were his past self from a month ago, he could also exchange dozens of moves with him. But now... Heh!

  Kong Zhan's face was filled with a warm and gentle smile, the long sword in his hand did not reveal its blade, but instead was withdrawn behind him. Just as Wu Chunlong's sword was about to strike him, Kong Zhan's body drifted sideways, the speed, angle, and timing of which grasped the situation perfectly, even startling those senior swordsmen on the main stage.

  Wu Chunlong stabbed at the air with his sword.

  Good knowing is not wonderful, body shape quickly retreats, just, already delayed for a moment.

  He felt a numbness in the back of his hand that held the sword, and his five fingers loosened, unable to grasp the sword anymore. With a clang, it fell to the ground. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Kong Zhuo's hand grasping the hilt of his sword, pressed against the back of his hand.

  "Senior brother, I concede!" Kong Zhan's gentle voice sounded in his ear, and it was only then that Wu Chunlong came back to himself, to be met with the same warm smile as before from Kong Zhan.

  "Spring Dragon is ashamed!"

  Wu Chunlong's face turned bright red, and he was defeated with one move. Even if Wu Chunlong's face were thicker, he would not have the face to stay in the school anymore. He didn't even take his sword, but just said these four words before leaving.

  Kong Zhan still had a smiling face, and swept away the other challengers who were still in a daze beside him.

  "Come on, one on one, no one is my match in a single move!"

  His voice was warm and gentle, just like when he handed out the rabbit meat he had roasted himself to others, saying "Eat it while it's hot, it won't taste good if it gets cold!" Normally, without a hint of arrogance or aggression, yet every word struck these challengers' hearts with the force of a thousand pounds.

  Just now, that move was too fast, most of them didn't see it, but Ou Chunlong really took the lead, Kong Zhuo only moved when the sword was close at hand, and with just one move, he knocked Ou Chunlong's sword away. Most people in the arena thought they were no match for Ou Chunlong and had already begun to retreat, but Kong Zhuo seemed unwilling to give them this opportunity.

  The sword flipped over after being turned upside down, the sharp blade quivering slightly as it drew a mysterious trajectory, and was placed lightly in front of Kong Zhuo.

  After Kong Zhan's sword mark passed by, Chang Yue's eyes condensed, he saw that there was something unusual about Kong Zhan's move, but he couldn't see where the abnormality lay.

  "Beautiful!"

  Unlike the others, the swordsmen on the rostrum were all astonished, and that Ling Jia Shangren was even more shocked, taking a deep breath, with a satisfied smile on his face, and a hint of admiration in his eyes. As the saying goes, outsiders watch the excitement, insiders watch the door, just from Kong Zhuan's one sword, he could tell that this young man's understanding of swords had far surpassed that of his peers, even among the swordsmen on the rostrum now, half were not as good as him, such as Fa Yuan Dashi beside him. Then, he saw Kong Zhuan's right foot slightly step forward.

  "Is it really stable?!"

  He was startled in his heart and focused his attention on Kong Zhuan's right hand holding the sword, and the stability of the mountain-like sensation made his chest inexplicably stagnate.

  "It seems that Luo Fu is going to produce another unbeatable figure!" The Great Elder of Wansheng Valley, Chi Zhang Xianweng, who was sitting beside him, said. However, this sentence sounded a bit sour.

  Ling Ga Shangren smiled and said, "Oh no, this child is just a bit more diligent than an ordinary disciple!"

  Work harder!

  If the disciples below heard this, they would laugh their teeth off. This kid is the laziest among the three generations of Luofu's disciples, otherwise he wouldn't be called Luofu's Pig.

  But then he saw Kong Zhan's long sword in his hand, opening up, which was the starting pose of the Bagua Nine Palaces Sword.

  "Everyone, brothers and sisters, if you don't take action soon, I'll have to take matters into my own hands. By then, you won't even have a chance to counterattack!"

  It was this sentence that ignited the flames of all challengers.

  Yes, your strength is strong, stronger than we expected, but we have thirty of you, only one, are we still afraid of you? Who do you think you are? Although you are the core disciple of the inner door, you are also our peers. Are you really strong enough to surpass our generation's standards?

  This is what's on every challenger's mind, and at the same time, they also moved.

  Very tacitly, they moved at the same time, but it was not as good as the disorderly attack. If it were like a flood, three of them would attack Kong Zhuo in batches.

  Each sect has its own unique method of solo combat, and naturally, there will also be methods for group battles. The method of group battle adopted by these challengers is the simplest, most basic, and also the most suitable for the current situation.

  Three men, three swords, divided into upper, middle and lower routes to attack Kong Rong, but not three people, thirty people, three people in a group, like waves attacking Kong Rong.

  Kong Yan's smile grew even brighter, this kind of attack was all too familiar to him. For the past twenty days, in order to be able to stand steadily in the water and wield his sword smoothly, his greatest opponent had been the torrential waters rushing down from the peak of the waterfall. Compared to that unpredictable torrent, these incoming swords were really just child's play. They were all disciples of the Luo Fu Gate, their sword techniques were all from the same school, their movements slow, and they even used such a method to attack, it was simply seeking death.

  It was very easy, just like when he shot down Wu Qinglong earlier. He didn't make too many moves, and naturally knocked their swords away in the gap of their attacks. Moreover, he added one more move, which was to knock them dizzy on the head. Because they were launching a wave-like attack, the figures in front blocked those behind, so the people standing behind and rushing forward couldn't see what happened in front at all. All they saw was a chaotic "ding ding dong" sound, and more than 30 people were knocked dizzy to the ground.

  Kong Zhan's face showed a helpless expression, he looked around at the shocked audience, then at the obviously surprised people on the rostrum, smiled and scanned the outside of the venue.

  "Is anyone else challenging?"

  He asked three times, but no one responded.

  Kong Zhan sheathed his sword and looked at the presiding elder, "Master Uncle, may I leave now?"

  "Alright!" The presiding elder nodded his head. Unlike before, his eyes were now filled with surprise and kindness.

  For the excellent disciple in the door, as a senior, how can he not be happy? Only his slightly passionate gaze really made Kong Zhuo unbearable. After giving him a courtesy, he flew back to his original position like a bird. This time, it seemed too hasty, and his body shape was like a big ball of cotton, floating among the other nine core disciples of the inner door. The strange and elegant movement once again caused a burst of exclamations.