Win!

Cloud-Mist Valley.

Clang! Clang! Clang! The continuous clash of metal rang out.

It was Babber's Midfair Sword and Baily's Dragonhead Sword. The two swords floated and clashed in mid-air, as both Babber and Baily were high-level practitioners in the Meditation Phase, far surpassing the other eight disciples.

They could briefly float in the air, hence their fight involved floating movements, reflected in the clang of their swords.

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Nearby, the other eight True Disciples stared in astonishment. Could this really be happening?

Typically, one might hear of a foolish rabbit running headlong into a tree stump, but never of a foolish cat leaping directly into someone's arms.

The other seven True Disciples curiously scrutinized Harry. Did Harry possess some special charm?

But Harry, despite his slender frame, had a mischievous gleam in his eyes, making it hard to believe he had any extraordinary charm.

Harry himself was puzzled.

How did this cloud cat end up in his arms?

Perhaps it sensed the aura of the three cloud rabbits sealed within his Ling Card, mistaking itself as a cloud creature and leaping towards him.

Harry's guess was surprisingly accurate.

Now, the question was, what to do with this cloud cat? This was what the eight True Disciples pondered.

Harry yawned lazily. "Well, since this cloud cat landed in my arms, it's mine. This is what you call fate. You can all disperse now."

Indeed, once something falls into your hands, it's yours to keep. There was no way Harry would give up the cloud cat now that it had chosen him.

His statement left everyone astonished.

Among them were Ada, Fountain, Bob, the seventh disciple Ann, the eighth disciple Flen, Squary, and Round. All seven stood there, eyeing the cloud cat covetously. The situation was akin to a hot potato.

Harry's bold claim took everyone by surprise.

Before, Harry had been at the bottom of the list among the Ten Great True Disciples, alongside Squary and Round. He was considered the weakest among them.

Sure, he had shown some remarkable skills during the last North Peak Grand Competition, but so what? He had only dealt with ordinary disciples.

The gap between ordinary disciples and True Disciples was substantial. He might have handled five ordinary disciples, but could he handle one True Disciple?

He was truly audacious.

The Culti-me Sword was already on his shoulder.

The scabbard was like water.

"If you want to fight, let's fight," Harry said.

"Fine," Bob was the first to step forward.

Recently, he had mastered the Great Sun Sword technique. As he executed the technique, the temperature rose sharply, making it feel like even his blood was about to boil.

Bob sought to avenge his loss from the previous competition, to reclaim his pride. With his fighting spirit ablaze, he and his sword were like a blazing fireball, ready to engulf his opponent.

Ada and Fountain refrained from intervening for now.

Bob's progress was evident, and they wanted to see if Harry could truly take on seven opponents alone. With Bob stepping forward, they hoped to gauge Harry's strength.

At this point, it was essentially a one-on-one between Harry and Bob.

Harry glanced at the cloud cat in his arms, paying little attention to Bob's sword technique.

If it were an unfamiliar technique, he would have observed first, analyzing its essence before finding an opening to strike. However, he had seen Bob's Great Sun Sword technique used by others before, and its essence was clear.

Having fought against the demon, his swordsmanship had become purer through real combat experience. Thus, when Bob launched his attack, Harry swiftly countered.

With a single sword strike, a gust of wind swept through, colliding directly with Bob's Great Sun Sword.

This clash had occurred countless times before, but never with such unexpected results.

The gust of wind completely destroyed the Great Sun Sword and sent Bob flying backward. His body was riddled with injuries, all inflicted by Harry's single strike.

Faced with Harry's overwhelming strength, Bob had no chance to retaliate and was left in such a state.

One strike.

Was this a joke? Harry had defeated Bob, known for his improved strength and swordsmanship, with just one strike, leaving the other True Disciples dumbfounded. They didn't know what to make of it.

Harry, currently at the sixth level of the Meditation Phase, with swordsmanship reaching the Sword's Heart level, had the capability to achieve such a feat.

As Bob tumbled backward, his mind went blank.

How could this be?

He was much stronger than his younger brother Houk.

His grandfather had even said that Harry's previous victory over Sima Hao had been a stroke of luck, a display of skill beyond his usual level.

Could it be that Harry had surpassed himself once again? Bob didn't know how to react.