Not a sore loser

"Void fist!" Lin Sheng punched into the space and Lin Nian's whip landed on the ground. She felt a powerful fist coming for her from the left and she instantly dodged it, however, it was too late since the boy's fist, landed on her chest, causing her to land outside the ring.

And just like that, she lost.

Her mother hurried to her again and carried her away, the woman felt proud, at least her daughter made it to the second round.

The next battle involved Lin Yu and Lin Hu.

Both boys were of the same height and even look a little alike, except for the fact that Lin Yu was as cold as an ice block.

Lin Yue was fascinated with the battle as both parties attacked each other, sometimes using only their Spiritual Qi and the other time, using their skills.

The first person to gain upper hand was Lin Hu as his sword was surrounded in dazzling white light.

He attacked and defend beautifully at the same time and both of their swords make a metal sound as they clashed.

"It is gonna be a long battle." Lin Yue muttered as she watched the boys exchange blows in determination.

Soon, there was a sign of tiredness in Lin Hu's movement as he slowed down, but the young boy still hoped that he could stand against Lin Yu. However, in the end, it was all a hope—a beautiful illusion that pushes you to gamble, and in the end, leaves you at a dead end. A bitter end that was sometimes difficult to accept.

No matter how long the battle proceeded, Lin Yu's movement was the same, full of elegance, he was not even sweating, it was as if, he playing around and was not the one battling since an hour ago.

All it takes was a serious command from his mouth to end all.

"Shattering hand!"

The ground in front of Lin Hu cracked, causing him to lose himself for a moment, and coupled with the tiredness he was feeling, he found it difficult to stabilize as his leg gave up on him, causing him to wobble down onto the ground.

Just like how human nature was, hoping, and happened to face disappointment, they would still hope again. Lin Hu hoped that at least he was able to stand up and execute his most powerful skill once again but then... he was forced to face the reality as he felt the somewhat cold pointed end of the sword on his neck.

He was defeated.

This was a huge blow to him, he wished all of this was just a dream, that in reality, he was the winner, wielding the great Xuanyuan sword.

"Do you admit defeat?" Lin Yu's emotionless voice sounded.

Lin Hu didn't say anything as his gaze went to the audience, landing on his father. He could feel his father's menacing gaze on him, probably telling him not to give up, to lie that Lin Yu cheat or something, but he, Lin Hu, wasn't a sore loser.

"I admit defeat."

The crowd still clapped, after all, both boys do their best.

The third round of the battle will now include the two remaining winners, Lin Yu and Lin Sheng. And that would take place the next day.

If there was something Lin Yue could learn from all the battles every time it ended, it was that the kids are more powerful than she thought, especially that Lin Yu.

The moment they reached home, she asked her father to give her a puppet whose strength was equal to a level four cultivator.

She must train because she can't lose! The word 'lose' wasn't in her dictionary in the first place.

She strike fiercely at the puppet with her strength, after all, the puppet was much tougher than she had expected.

It was made of wood so her sword wasn't able to make it bleed, it doesn't even feel a thing but for some reason, it was very protective of its chest.

Clicking her tongue, Lin Yue chuckled as she suavely strike and the puppet, and as usual, it dodged and prepare to strike at her when she suddenly moved to its back.

The puppet turned around and struck out again when Lin Yue moved as fast as she can and come back to its front, and the puppet do the same and just as it was about to strike her, Lin Yue used the extra time she manages to get and stabbed into its chest and to her surprise, her sword pierced through it.