Martial Competition Number One

Saber Young Master flew out like an arrow leaving the bow, he repeatedly spat out a few mouthfuls of blood before landing on the ground with a stagger and he nearly fell down.

Although he didn’t fall, Saber Young Master’s face was still ghastly pale.

"I’ve lost." Long Yun took a deep breath then withdrew a medicinal pill. His Origin Energy wound within his body as it dissolved the medicinal strength of the pill.

After he recovered his injuries slightly, Saber Young master looked at Duan Ling Tian with a fiery gaze. "I’ll come look for you again… I’ll personally come to the Seven Star Sword Sect once I step into the seventh level of the Nascent Soul Stage and defeat you to wash away the humiliation of today!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Saber Young Master flew out to pick up his grade six spirit saber, then seemed to have transformed into wind as he vanished within the Martial Competition Courtyard.

Although Saber Young Master had lost, he wasn’t dejected.