Chapter Seventeen: A Single Secret to Commanding Twin Swords

“Could it be him?”

Su Yizhao’s gaze swept casually over the sole remaining figure in red.

“What do you two think?”

A voice came from behind—it was Wu Haiyang.

He didn’t reply.

In this situation, what thoughts could he possibly have? Preserve their strength, wait until all the cultivators from Pingsha City had fought, and then act.

“Five from Pingsha City advanced, ten died, thirty-one remain. As long as we defeat twenty, we’ll rank in the top sixteen!” Shi Feichen murmured, eyes slowly scanning the crowd, his expression still grim.

None of these people were weak or foolish.

He could naturally sense the difficulty.

“Heh, I’m different from you two. I must enter the inner sect, so…” Wu Haiyang sounded very confident. “I have to defeat thirty people, and when the time comes, I’ll call you two to the stage! You can immediately surrender!”

Su Yizhao couldn’t help but turn to look at him.

Wu Haiyang’s figure was balanced, his features handsome. When he turned, he smiled slightly, his gaze exceptionally earnest.

Very handsome!

Su Yizhao thought to himself.

However, someone too handsome finds it hard to hide.

Unlike himself—standing among the crowd, he was hard to recognize.

“You two can fight seriously, or simply surrender. I still recommend you concede, because people can die!” Wu Haiyang spoke earnestly.

“That seems pretty good!” Wang Gaofei had never encountered such circumstances; at this moment, he found the suggestion agreeable.

As long as one entered the main sect, Lishacheng would stand invincible!

If he could make it into the inner sect, he could walk with his head held high!

“Let’s wait until Pingsha City’s disciples finish fighting!” Su Yizhao said softly.

Shi Feichen was startled. “If Pingsha City’s disciples haven’t finished, who dares go up?”

Wu Haiyang nodded, “Naturally!”

Scarlet robes fluttered, and a red figure appeared on the arena.

Everyone looked—Pingsha City’s last remaining cultivator now stood firmly on the platform.

She was a female cultivator.

An exceptionally beautiful one!

Yet under her gaze, the crowd lowered their eyes.

“A gold-ranked enforcer from remote Lishacheng? Is that you?” Her slender, fair finger pointed at him.

Su Yizhao hadn’t expected her to single him out so quickly.

All eyes turned to him.

Wang Gaofei’s expression shifted slightly.

Unable to avoid it, Su Yizhao cupped his hands, “It is I!”

The young woman laughed softly, “Pingsha City’s Liu Yu!” Su Yizhao sighed quietly, preparing to propel himself upward, but then heard her say, “A gold-ranked enforcer is rare. Very well, I’ll spare you!”

The crowd was astonished.

Su Yizhao felt even more perplexed, watching Liu Yu’s white finger slowly move before his eyes.

It passed him, stopping by his side.

Senior brother?

He saw Shi Feichen’s expression change.

“You, step up!”

Shi Feichen knew he couldn’t evade it. He straightened his waist and with a swoosh, landed on the stage.

“I surrender!” Shi Feichen admitted defeat crisply, cupping his hands.

“It’s not her?” Su Yizhao gazed at the stage, surprised.

Liu Yu was young—a common trait among the geniuses of Lihai County.

Just like the three he had killed.

Liu Yu smiled at him; he quietly withdrew his gaze.

After Shi Feichen left the stage, Liu Yu continued to call others up.

A series of surrenders.

After a cup of tea’s time, an announcement rang out: “Pingsha City’s Liu Yu has won thirty consecutive matches and enters the inner sect!”

A thoughtful look appeared in Su Yizhao’s eyes.

To win thirty times against peak Third Profound cultivators—even mid-stage Fourth Profound would not be so swift.

But clearly, everyone wanted to preserve their lives and strength.

Because their own contest was about to begin.

He couldn’t quite understand—was the Elder’s arrangement not for them?

“Could it be…?”

Suddenly, a possibility occurred to him.

The rules never stated those who advanced couldn’t take the stage.

Perhaps these people were waiting for him to step up, then block his path.

“I’ll go first; don’t be surprised later!” came a voice from behind. A figure flashed across and landed on the arena, announcing loudly, “Lishacheng’s Wu Haiyang, destined for the inner sect!”

Su Yizhao looked up, silently admiring.

Azure robes, balanced build, handsome and elegant—just so.

Having spent years on assignments outside, he hadn’t realized such a figure had appeared in the sect.

But what did Wu Haiyang mean by ‘don’t be surprised’?

Now, apart from the five Pingsha City cultivators, only thirty remained. To enter the inner sect, he had to take the stage before more were killed.

Otherwise, he would have to challenge Pingsha City’s disciples.

What was strange about that?

“Haha, if you want in, you must pass me first!” As he pondered, a voice rang out.

He looked—the challenger was from Ningjiang City, flying onto the platform.

Both stood on the stage. The sect leaders’ earlier words were clear.

It involved the wager between the two cities—though there was no mortal enmity, killing intent was present.

“Summon!”

“Summon!”

Both shouted low, and their flying swords shot forth.

Right hand formed the incantation, left hand cast the spell.

Clang clang…

Swish swish…

In an instant, sword lights flashed and spells filled the sky.

Both were at the peak of the Third Profound Realm, fighting fiercely, evenly matched.

Su Yizhao frowned.

Wu Haiyang truly was formidable—his mastery over flying swords and spells was exceedingly skilled.

But which cultivator here wasn’t chosen from thousands?

If it was only this level, not to mention the inner sect, even advancing would be difficult.

“Haha, I’m done playing with you!” As Su Yizhao was thinking, Wu Haiyang laughed lightly.

With a sweep of his left hand, another flying sword shot out.

“Dual swords with one incantation?”

Hissing gasps rippled through the crowd.

Su Yizhao’s brows relaxed. “Dual swords with one incantation! So it’s this lost sword technique—no wonder he’s so confident!”

Most cultivators could control only one flying sword in battle.

Victory depended on abundant profound energy and experience; controlling two swords was a different matter entirely.

Clang clang… Shhk!

As expected, sparks flashed, swords clashed urgently, then a figure dropped from the sky.

A silver sword pierced the figure’s chest, spraying blood.

From the second sword’s summoning to piercing its target, it was only a breath’s time.

The Ningjiang City cultivator was dead!

“Lishacheng’s Wu Haiyang, victorious!”

“Return my junior’s life!”

With a cry of grief, another figure shot forward.

Clang clang…

After a dozen breaths, blood spurted once more—another life lost!

Ningjiang City’s sect leader, eyes red, shouted, “Wan junior, how dare you be so ruthless?”

Wang Gaofei’s expression shifted slightly, but he replied fearlessly, “Fate turns; this time it’s Lishacheng’s turn. What’s wrong with that?”

“Lishacheng’s Wu Haiyang, wins again!” The cold voice now carried a hint of interest.

“Hmph! Aren’t you afraid Pingsha City will intervene?”

Wang Gaofei’s gaze swept toward Pingsha City, his beard twitching; indeed, the five red-robed cultivators wore eager expressions.

Dual swords with one incantation—a legendary sword technique.

Who wouldn’t want to witness it?

If one could obtain the subsequent sword arts, in the same realm, one would be unmatched…