"Even if it's someone like the Tuos ancient emperor, if he inherits a lineage of waste, he will only bring destruction to everyone. You Qingyun Sect dare to accept disciples with waste bloodlines, I, Xie Kuang, truly admire!" Xie Kuang said, raising his thumb.
The elder cursed inwardly, but as the host, he couldn't lose face and had to maintain a friendly demeanor.
"But as they say, there are no waste bloodlines, only waste people. I want to see how much this kid is worth!"
Xie Kuang smiled and then pointed to the three people beside him, introducing them: "Elders, these three are the disciples recruited by our Huangdao Sect this year - Chu Feiyang, Nalan Xin, and Li Jing!"
The three stepped forward, bowing slightly and saying in unison, "Disciples greet the Qingyun Sect Elder!"
The elder scrutinized the three of them and found that their aura was strong, especially the weakest among them, Li Jing, who seemed to be on par with the strongest, Zhao Yi.
The other elders also looked displeased.
"Huangdao Sect is truly producing talents in recent years!"
The elder said politely, then pointed to the three disciples - Zhao Yi, Yang Rong, and Lu Ren - "Xie Elder, these three disciples will be your opponents in the sparring match!"
Xie Kuang just glanced at the three, showing a hint of disdain, and then said, "Let's not delay, let the sparring begin!"
Immediately, an elder jumped onto the platform and announced loudly, "The sparring exchange conference officially begins! Following the old rules, it will be one-on-one matches. If one side wins three matches in a row, they will be declared the winner. If not, the winner will proceed to the next round for another match. Now, both sides please send one disciple to the platform!"
After the elder finished speaking, he retreated to the side.
"Li Jing, you go first!"
Li Jing, dressed in a green skirt, leaped onto the platform in a few steps and looked at Lu Ren and the others, saying calmly, "Li Jing of the Huangdao Sect, entry-level disciple, with a five-grade bloodline and six spiritual apertures opened. Who will be my first opponent?"
"Lu Ren, you go first," Yun Qingyao said.
Li Jing seemed to be the weakest among the three, so Lu Ren should have a chance to win against her.
"Alright," Lu Ren nodded and leaped to a position one zhang away from Li Jing, facing her directly.
Upon seeing Lu Ren take the stage, everyone's faces showed strange expressions.
"What is the sect planning? They are really letting Lu Ren spar? Li Jing has a five-grade bloodline and six spiritual apertures opened!"
"The sect just wants to showcase Lu Ren's swordsmanship, winning or losing is not important at all!"
Many disciples started whispering among themselves.
"What do you mean winning or losing is not important? Your perspectives are too narrow!"
A voice suddenly rang out from the crowd.
All eyes turned to see Wang Teng, one of the dual-disabled disciples, speaking up.
"Wang Teng, what do you mean by that?"
Many senior disciples of the sect expressed confusion.
Wang Teng smiled and said, "Do you believe that Lu Ren can defeat Li Jing?"
"What? Defeat Li Jing? Are you kidding? He is even more disabled than you, with only one spiritual aperture opened. How could he defeat Li Jing?"
One disciple looked incredulous, and those around him also nodded in agreement.
With only one spiritual aperture opened, one can only exert a force of one thousand jin, while with six spiritual apertures opened, one can exert a force of six thousand jin.
In the face of absolute difference in strength, no matter how powerful Lu Ren's martial arts cultivation was, he had no chance of winning.
"Are you all so foolish? When new disciples engage in exchange and sparring, it concerns the reputation of the sect. How could the sect possibly pair up a disciple with only one spiritual aperture opened against the opponent?"
Wang Teng shook his head and said, "I told you that your perspectives are narrow. The sect letting Lu Ren display his swordsmanship is just a cover-up for the outside world!"
"Wang Teng, are you really confident that Lu Ren can win against Li Jing?"
One disciple asked.
Wang Teng crossed his arms confidently and said, "Why don't we make a bet? I'll stake 100,000 copper coins, and you guys collectively bet 100,000. If Lu Ren wins, you take the 100,000 coins, but if Li Jing loses, you give me 100,000!"
"Wang Teng, you really are a generous person. I'll bet 50,000!"
"Why are you betting so much? Are you trying to break the bank? Each person can only bet a maximum of 10,000!"
...
On the side, Qin Yu looked at Lu Ren with an expectant expression.
Only a few of them knew how strong Lu Ren really was. As a martial artist with six spiritual apertures opened, he was by no means Lu Ren's opponent.
At this moment, on the arena!
Lu Ren bowed to Li Jing and said, "Qingyun sect new disciple, Lu Ren, with a weak bloodline, please enlighten me!"
Upon hearing this, Li Jing's face turned extremely grim. She had not expected Lu Ren to be the first to step onto the stage.
For her, this was an absolute humiliation.
After all, she was one of the outstanding new disciples of the Imperial Path Sect, ranking in the top three in terms of strength. Yet, the Qingyun sect had sent a disciple with a weak bloodline like Lu Ren to spar with her.
"Lu Ren, do you think I am the weakest among the three, which is why you stepped onto the stage? I heard that your master taught you swordsmanship. I'll tell you this, you won't even have a chance to draw your sword!"
Li Jing would never allow Lu Ren any chance to draw his sword, especially considering he was a lucky disciple with weak bloodline who had only opened a single spiritual aperture. The fact that he wanted to spar with her was intolerable.
Lu Ren calmly stated, "My master asked me to go up there. As a disciple, I naturally have to listen to my master!"
"Well then, I'll show you the consequences of sparring with me!"
Rage flashed in Li Jing's eyes as her petite body charged forward like a leopard, reaching Lu Ren's back within a few breaths.
"Mountain-moving Palm!"
Her palm, resembling a giant mountain, pushed out horizontally with terrifying force, compressing the air and heavily blasting towards Lu Ren's back.
"Oh no!"
Yun Qingyao's face slightly changed upon witnessing this scene.
Li Jing successively displayed the intermediate-level Leopard's Step and the superior-level Mountain-moving Palm from the human-grade, both perfected to the highest level. Even if it were any warrior with six opened spiritual apertures, it would be challenging to withstand this assault.
"Go to hell!"
Li Jing shouted and fiercely struck out with her palm.
However, when her palm struck Lu Ren's back, it directly pierced through, dissolving into a remnant shadow.
"What?"
Li Jing's face drastically changed as she saw Lu Ren's figure continuously leaping on the stage, moving like a spirit cat. In the next moment, he bounced towards her.
"Tiger Fist!"
Lu Ren appeared in front of Li Jing, his fist like a tiger pouncing for its prey, fiercely striking towards Li Jing's face.
Li Jing was unable to block in time, so she crossed her arms in front of her body and collided with Lu Ren's fist.
Puff!
Li Jing felt a strong force invading her whole body, causing her to involuntarily fly backward, spitting out a mouthful of blood in mid-air before heavily falling below the ring.
Lu Ren walked over and stared at Li Jing, saying, "You are not worthy of making me draw my sword!"