Chapter 757 - 736: Ten Percent
Xue Sheng was too angry to speak.
He didn’t want to explain that power isn’t just about having skilled fighters; it’s also about having people. Which medium force doesn’t have hundreds of people? With just a few dozen people, they squeezed into the ranks of medium forces and still want to climb higher!
It’s not like picking laurels from the moon!
Forget it, might as well have a straightforward fight.
What if dissatisfied? What if unconvinced? If your skills are inferior, then concede!
After Xia Wenjin had defeated Duan Sizhan and Kui Qijun, Xue Sheng actually already knew his chances of winning were low, but people in Jianghu have their pride, and even knowing they’d lose, they must fight.
This fight was spectacular.
When fighting Duan Sizhan, his moves were fierce, using heavy knife strikes that seemed unmatched, while Xia Wenjin used skillful strength, her movement technique exquisite and her steps unpredictable. Occasionally, she’d display her swordsmanship, which was astonishing, each strike seeming to pierce through the air, each move having an eye-stopping effect.
She used few moves, but each was effective!
When she won, many onlookers thought it was a fluke.
However, even if it was a fluke, no one deemed it inappropriate. After all, in such life-or-death battles where a single mistake could cost one their life, who among those employing tricks isn’t at least an evenly matched opponent?
When fighting Kui Qijun, both used agile moves, but in between, layers of mist appeared, and everyone knew the mist was the poison powder dispersed by Kui Qijun. They were more concerned with whether Kui Qijun’s poison affected Xia Wenjin, to the extent that they overlooked the intricacy of their moves.
Kui Qijun didn’t lose in swordsmanship but in the poison he was renowned for.
Now, the battle between Xia Wenjin and Xue Sheng seemed more standard, though this was a relative comparison.
Fights are hazardous affairs; what rules could there be? Moreover, both had fierce onslaughts; your attack, my defense, your retreat, my advance, almost happening in a heartbeat, the fierceness of the sword light and Sword Qi nearly extending into the audience below.
Duan Sanzhan mumbled, "Can Master Xue win?"
The others ignored him.
Win?
Fat chance!
All their faction leaders had "sparred" before, differing by just a move or two. Duan Sanzhan couldn’t defeat her; Kui Qijun couldn’t either. So Xue Sheng could win?
On Ling Xiao’s side, this time he was truly calm.
Sang Youchong chuckled, "I used to be impressed by the Pavilion Master’s young age and extraordinary vision. Yet, I always believed that in terms of Martial Arts, I might at least win by a move or two."
"Me too. I always thought if I had the chance, I’d spar with the Pavilion Master. Luckily, I didn’t get that chance!"
"Haha, if you really went, it’d be good. At least the other brothers in the pavilion wouldn’t entertain such thoughts anymore!"
This time they weren’t worried.
Xia Wenjin lived up to their trust.
This was already her third solo battle; her stamina was greatly depleted, yet after over a hundred moves, she made Xue Sheng admit defeat.
Though he knew the outcome beforehand, actually losing still left Xue Sheng somewhat dazed. Before him was just a little girl; it was beyond their comprehension.
However, he realized this little girl, though arrogant and disdainful, wasn’t targeting only his Blood Tiger Hall. He had lost, simply dropping from tenth to eleventh place—no big deal.
Thinking of those forces they had previously defeated along the way, he wasn’t the first nor the last; what was there to be dissatisfied about?
The troubles belonging to him had passed; next, it would be those forces ranking above him that would have headaches.
Thinking of this, he surprisingly felt a bit relieved and a bit expectant.
How far does this Feiyun Pavilion plan to go?
Also, how far one can go isn’t achieved by merely fighting all the way; does this young girl Pavilion Master understand this?
Xia Wenjin said, "Master Xue, I accept your concession!"
Xue Sheng clasped his fists, his voice light, saying, "Lady Xia, young and capable, with extraordinary skills and a clever mind. I’m impressed! Blood Tiger Hall concedes!"
Even Blood Tiger Hall has conceded, so why fight anymore?
Xia Wenjin had no intention of continuing with any others, smiling as she said, "Ling Xiao, leave the matters of Feiyun Pavilion in Capital City to you. Take care of things here; I’m leaving now!"
Ling Xiao bowed and said, "Safe travels, Pavilion Master!"
Leaving Blood Tiger Hall, Xia Wenjin headed for her dark cloth-draped carriage, but just as she was about to board, her eyebrows slightly raised.