Chapter 5274

Kai was wearing a washed-out blue cloth shirt and looked a little out of place standing in the group of Sword Sect disciples.

Ling Xue and the others were all wearing the Sword Sect’s standard white robes, but he was still dressed in his usual attire. The seemingly ordinary dragon-slaying sword on his waist looked even more plain and simple against the backdrop of all kinds of gorgeous swords around him.

“Senior Brother Chen, look over there!” Ling Xue quietly touched Kai’s arm and pointed to the Divine Sword Villa team not far away.

I saw three young men in silver armor surrounding a man in red. The man had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and a haughty smile on his lips. It was Zhao Jingfeng.

He seemed to sense Ling Xue’s gaze and turned around, his eyes sweeping over Kai as if he were looking at an insignificant object. Then he smiled contemptuously and said to his fellow apprentice beside him, “The Sword Sect actually sent a useless piece of trash from the Loose Immortal Realm to make up the numbers this time? It seems they really have no one else.”

The fellow disciples nearby immediately burst into laughter. The laughter was not loud, but it reached the ears of the Sword Sect disciples clearly.

Ling Xue’s face turned pale with anger, and the hand holding the hilt of the sword trembled slightly: “That’s too much!”

Kai, however, remained calm and simply said, “It’s up to them to say what they want.”

Kai noticed that in the Divine Sword Villa, Qin Feng, who was competing with Ling Xue in sword skills, was not in the disciple line, but sitting in the front seat.

“Brother Chen, Qin Feng is the son of the manor owner, so he has a high status. He won’t go on stage for this kind of fight. He’s probably afraid of getting hurt.”

Ling Xue followed Kai and said!

Kai nodded. A second-generation brother who is afraid of this and that will not have any future.

At this moment, a bell rang in the center of the square, three long and two short, which was the signal for the start of the meeting.

The person in charge of Sword Saint City slowly stood up, his voice carried throughout the square through spiritual energy: “Once a century, the Sword Saints’ Sword Contest! We have gathered here today to learn from each other and hone our skills!

I hereby reiterate three iron laws: First, no magic or magic weapons, only the sword can determine the winner; second, stop when the time is right, life or death is your own responsibility; third, in the arena, the winner is king!

“Now, please invite the contestants from each sect to enter!”

As the city lord finished speaking, the light curtain at the entrance slowly opened, and disciples from various sects walked onto the stage one by one.

There are a total of sixty-four contestants, divided into thirty-two groups, competing in pairs, and the winners advance to the next round.

Kai’s name was ranked in the tenth group, and his opponent was a disciple from Liuyun Sect, who had reached the third level of Earthly Immortal Realm.

“Kai, be careful. The Liuyun Sect’s ‘Liuyun Thirteen Styles’ is known for its speed.” Mo Chen walked to Kai’s side at some point and whispered to him.

Kai nodded: “Master, don’t worry.”

When he walked onto the ring, there was a sudden whisper from the audience.

“Is that the contestant from the Sword Sect? He looks so young.”

“I heard he’s at the eighth level of the Loose Immortal Realm. Among the sixty-four people, his cultivation level is probably at the bottom, right?”

“Wang Chong of Liuyun Sect is a third-grade Earthly Immortal. This game is probably a foregone conclusion.”

Seeing Kai coming up on stage, Wang Chong smiled confidently and said, “I am Wang Chong from Liuyun Sect. I’d like to ask your name, brother.”

“Kai.”

Two simple words: neither humble nor arrogant.

Wang Chong’s eyes flashed with displeasure, feeling that Kai was too arrogant. Without saying anything more, he unsheathed his sword, transforming it into a stream of light and stabbing it towards Kai’s heart: “Take it!”

The sword light was like water, floating and uncertain, which was exactly the starting move of “Thirteen Styles of Flowing Clouds” – “Clouds Rolling up the Setting Sun”.

The crowd below the stage saw only a flash of white shadow. Wang Chong’s sword was already in front of Kai, but Kai still stood there, seemingly unable to react.

“It’s over, Kai is probably going to lose!”

“You’re too arrogant, aren’t you? You didn’t even draw your sword?”

Ling Xue was so nervous that she closed her eyes.