Chapter Twenty-Eight~ Tournament of Pride(13)

With a flick of his finger, Wei Jian was pulled in by the grand marshall. Forced to kneel and arms tied by the marshall's power; Wei Jian could do nothing. The Marshall annoyed and angered would give his judgment and it was final.

" You disciple of the Golden Cicada sect shall face the whole of the Thousand Poison Viper sect alone in the coming. Now disperse!"

With that, Wei Jian was left with the grand marshal standing over him, while the Thousand Viper sect members left reluctantly. With the vipers finally out of sight, the grand marshall would return to his entourage.

With the residue of the marshall's qi, Wei Jian remained there for quite a while. By the time Song Meihu found him, his veins were about to explode. Shen TingFeng and Duan Xiulan were not happy to hear the news, especially Tingfeng. Having just advanced into the next realm, the sky monarch realm. He was furious and wanted to teach Wei Jian a lesson.

Throughout the period in which sects were supposed to give full support to their disciples before the tournament. Shen Tingfeng chose to forgo the support of supply and Wei Jian's fellow disciples resented him even more.

But that did not bother Wei Jian one bit. Currently, he is in the village searching for a new sword. Looking through the neatly arranged swords, he could tell that these swords were made to showcase and were not intended to last long in battle. He inquired about custom swords; he would be rejected and kicked out.

Instead, he would run into a short little girl. She held her shoulders high and crossed her arms confidently. Soot was on her nose and cheeks, and she wore a thick leather apron. Trying her best to draw in Wei Jian, she would give him her best smile.

But when Wei Jian looked the other way. She would lose her patience and scream out her lungs.

" You handsome, dumbf*ck!", her arms flying and her eyes closed.

" You know it's not very common for people to curse out their potential customers."

Grabbing ahold of one sword, she had previously made. She threw it at Wei Jian with all her might. It was child's play for Wri Jian though, easily grabbing it mid-flight and examining the sword. The roughness of the blade clearly hides the perfect balance of the blade to hilt and guard.

" Do you take commissions?"

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" Sect masters and grand Marshall Meng Jianjun, the tournament shall begin. First up, Mount Hua and Soul Devourer sect!"

On the evaluated granite platform, two disciples hover over onto the stage. On the Mount Hua side was a female disciple, and the other was a male disciple of the Soul Devourer sect. Sword versus soul arts and soul tools.

Bowing to each other, the first to send an attack was the male disciple. Sending his soul needles at blinding speed toward the female disciple. With a violet flash and a burst of blossom leaves, the male disciple had to immediately construct a barrier with his remaining soul tools.

Cutting through the center of the wave attack with his soul tool, a small earring in the shape of a petal with razor-sharp edges, would end up nearly piercing the female disciple's throat. Just like that, the first match would come to an end in a flash.

The rest of the match between the Mount Hua and Soul Devourer sect disciples would too end with four to two. With Yang Zian and his phenomenal usage and control of the Mount Hua techniques, he would take on and defeat the rest of the Soul Devourer's disciples.

" Are you sir Jian?" a small boy would approach Wei Jian

" I am."

To be continued...