A Needle?

Yin Sulian looked at Yun Chujiu with disdain. "Instructor Zhuang, I'll go first."

Instructor Zhuang nodded. Yin Sulian walked to the designated area and formed a seal with her hands. A spiritual sword materialized from her spiritual power stabbed the spirit testing stone.

The people below the stage exclaimed in surprise. They did not expect that although Yin Sulian was so arrogant, she actually had some skills. It was really rare for her to materialize a sword so solid for someone her age. The attack power of such a solid sword could reach at least 500 points.

Soon, the display screen showed the attack power of Yin Sulian's sword: 505 points.

Yin Sulian looked at Yun Chujiu proudly. "It's your turn!"

Yun Chujiu looked at her. "Yin Sulian, it's still not too late for you to go back on your words now. If you want to cancel the competition now, I will still let you go."

Yin Sulian snorted. "Cut the crap, it's your turn!"