Living with my nurse stepmother - Chapter 704 The Ninth Arena

Ye Tiandao said, "Being outmatched in skill has many aspects. These include age, talent, effort, and so on. Only those who know their shortcomings have the potential to improve. Therefore, teams that know they are bound to lose will still give their all and play to their true potential. Even if they ultimately lose, they will have no complaints because they tried their best. They have a clear conscience and no regrets."
Wutong seemed to understand something, nodded and said, "Yes, brother, you're right. I've been taking success and failure too seriously."
"Yes! Failure is an inevitable part of life. If you're truly afraid of failure, then you might as well accept that you're destined to fail. Who says people can't strive for success after failure? Who says failure can't be exciting? If everyone stopped moving forward because they were afraid of failure, then no one in this world would succeed. So, little sister, just accept that you're bound to lose. After all, the difference in strength is there. But regardless of winning or losing, you can still showcase yourself and your sect's charm on this stage. Don't forget, the Cangling Mountain sword is one of the four most powerful weapons in the world. With such a divine weapon, what is there to be ashamed of?"
Wutong nodded repeatedly, utterly impressed by Ye Tian's insights into failure. The extreme tension and fear gradually faded away.
"Brother, I understand. Win or lose, I will show my truest self. This is my performance, and even if I fail, I will fail spectacularly." A hint of joy flashed in Wutong's gradually calming eyes.
Ye Tian nodded and said, "This child is teachable!"
At this moment, the referee announced: "The first match of the ninth arena begins. The two competitors are Wutong from Cangling Mountain and Liu Feilong from Huoyun Sect."
Ye Tian had heard his master describe the characteristics of the Fire Cloud Sect, and knew that their martial arts were fire-based. He then whispered to Wutong, "The people of the Fire Cloud Sect are skilled in using fire, so be careful."
Wutong had never been so close to a young man before. Now that Ye Tian was whispering in her ear, she blushed and responded softly, "Mmm."
Wutong, holding the Cangling Sword, stepped onto the arena somewhat awkwardly. After all, this was her first public appearance, and most girls would be a little shy.
Liu Feilong, however, was a rugged man from Northeast China, burly and robust with a simple and honest face. He swaggered onto the stage, and seeing Wutong's frail appearance, he couldn't help but feel a pang of pity. After all, no one could bring themselves to harm such a cute and innocent girl.
Liu Feilong said to Wutong, "Girl, you're only a Yellow Rank 3. I advise you to forfeit. I'm five ranks higher than you; this is practically bullying. I don't even want to fight you."
Wutong blushed and shook her head, saying, "Thank you for your kindness, senior brother. I am the only one representing Cangling Mountain in this competition. I can lose, but I cannot run away. Please make your move, senior brother."
Seeing that he couldn't persuade her, Liu Feilong got into a fighting stance and said, "Girl, I'm using the Flame Fist. You have to be careful, don't touch your face, it wouldn't be good for a young girl like you if you got hurt."
"Thank you for your concern, senior."
Wutong drew the Cangling Sword and took a stance facing Liu Feilong from a distance.
Liu Feilong had said all he could, but she was absolutely unwilling to give up. So he took a fighting stance, his left fist trembling, and a flame rushed towards Wutong.
Wutong deftly twirled the Azure Spirit Sword in her hand, and a curtain of water appeared out of thin air, extinguishing the flames unleashed by Liu Feilong. Liu Feilong stood there, stunned.
This water curtain was clearly conjured by the Cangling Sword, not by the internal energy of the phoenix tree itself. It seems that the Cangling Mountain Sword, which has always been revered as one of the four wonders of the world, truly has its unique advantages.
Liu Feilong's attack was merely a test, to see how much pressure this timid girl could withstand. Seeing that she easily extinguished the flames he had used with 30% of his power, he immediately knew that this girl could completely withstand his full-force attack.
Wutong could tell that Liu Feilong was intentionally giving way, so she smiled slightly and said, "Senior brother, you're too kind. There's no need to deliberately give way to me."
Liu Feilong found the girl indescribably charming and adorable, and, infected by her cuteness, smiled foolishly, saying, "I underestimated my junior sister. Come on, take this!"
As he spoke, Liu Feilong straightened his stance, flicked his wrists, and unleashed a dozen punches in quick succession. Each of the dozen or so flames surged fiercely towards the phoenix tree.
Seeing this offensive, Ye Tian was secretly alarmed and quietly took the Zhanlu sword into his hand. If he saw Wutong in danger of being injured or defeated, he would go to her rescue even if it meant breaking the rules.
Unexpectedly, Ye Tian's worries were entirely unnecessary. Wu Tong tossed the Cangling Sword away, then closed her eyes tightly, her flawless white face as holy and serene as a white jade goddess. Her long, flowing black hair billowed in the mountain wind, ethereal as a dream. Her lips moved slightly, silently chanting a sword incantation. The Cangling Sword seemed to come alive, spinning in mid-air not far from Wu Tong, and a water curtain appeared out of thin air, blocking the dozen or so flames unleashed by Liu Feilong.
Liu Feilong had never seen such a way of fighting before. In this era of scarce spiritual energy, even most people in the cultivation world believed that the sword immortals who could fly and escape anywhere had long since disappeared from the land of China. Unexpectedly, the long-lost sword control technique suddenly appeared during the competition, opening everyone's eyes to a whole new world.
The first match on Arena Nine initially attracted little attention, but Wutong's swordsmanship immediately captivated everyone. Many spectators from other arenas rushed to watch Arena Nine, exclaiming, "The era of sword immortals has finally returned!" The Cangling Mountain swordsmanship truly lives up to its reputation; even a mere Yellow-rank, third-grade disciple possesses such power. If she were to develop further, who could possibly restrain her?
Liu Feilong continuously channeled his inner energy, his face gradually turning red. The flames he emitted grew stronger and stronger, but not a single one could penetrate the water curtain conjured by the Cangling Sword.
Wutong continued chanting the incantation, and the Cangling Sword spun faster and faster, until it was as fast as an electric fan, with only its shadow visible and the blade itself not. A flurry of sword light flashed across the summit of Mount Hua, and some fighters on the arena were even blinded by the sheer speed of the flash and lost in a single move. Meanwhile, the water shimmering from the Cangling Sword grew increasingly intense, and clouds even appeared in the sky, with raindrops falling.
This was a jaw-dropping performance, leaving everyone speechless. Suddenly, Wutong opened her eyes, and the Cangling Sword stopped in mid-air. In an instant, a jet of water shot straight towards Liu Feilong.
Liu Feilong was completely unprepared for Wutong's sudden counterattack. Before he could even see what was happening, he screamed and was struck by the water jet. He was thrown backward off the stage and landed on the ground with a thud.
According to the competition rules, Liu Feilong was knocked out of the ring and landed on the ground, thus losing. The referee immediately declared Wutong the winner.
Amidst deafening applause and cheers, Wutong stepped off the stage. She went to help the soaking wet Liu Feilong up, repeatedly apologizing, "I'm sorry, Senior Brother Liu, I didn't expect it to be so powerful..."
Liu Feilong chuckled sheepishly, patted his chest, and said, "It's alright, it's alright. I'm tough as nails, this little water jet won't kill me! Miss Wutong, you won beautifully! I accept my defeat wholeheartedly!"
The crowd applauded again, cheering for Liu Feilong's magnanimity. A true hero is one who can accept defeat; after all, losing to a swordsman of unparalleled talent is nothing to be ashamed of.
Seeing Wutong's strength, Ye Tian couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine. It seemed he had indeed worried unnecessarily. With Wutong's strength, defeating him and advancing from the group stage would be a piece of cake, yet he had shamelessly guided her. The swords of Cangling Mountain were already so sharp they could disregard their opponents.
Thinking of this, Ye Tian felt a chill run down his spine, and even the way he looked at Wu Tong changed. Nevertheless, he still generously stepped forward to shake hands with Wu Tong and congratulate her, repeatedly saying politely, "Little sister, you played really well. Absolutely beautiful!"
Wutong lowered her head shyly and said in an almost inaudible voice, "No, it's all thanks to Brother Ye Tian's excellent teaching."
Just then, the referee announced that the next round of the competition was about to begin, with Ye Tian of the Divine Needle Sect facing off against Li Qingwu of the Tianshan Sect.
Ye Tian and Li Qingwu are both at the Yellow Rank, Ninth Grade, so theoretically they are evenly matched. Both have a chance to win.
Li Qingwu was a rather elegant young man, appearing to be under thirty. He was of medium build, neither too thin nor too plump, and wore a blue robe reminiscent of Tang Dynasty attire. It seemed that many highly skilled cultivators in the cultivation world were inclined to return to ancient Chinese clothing.
Ye Tian held people who adhered to tradition in high esteem, so he took the initiative to greet him: "Brother Li, your demeanor is like that of an ancient sage, truly possessing the air of an immortal."
Li Qingwu smiled slightly, clasped his hands and said, "I am ashamed, I am ashamed. It's because I was not well-mannered when I was young. I would sit on the ground and throw a tantrum after losing a martial arts match. That's why my master made me study the classics. As I studied, I became a bookworm."
Ye Tian laughed and said, "Hehe, those who dare to admit their past lack of manners are often the most gentlemanly. Brother Li is too modest."
Li Qingwu said, "Not necessarily. Whether a person has good manners can only be judged by their behavior after losing. The manners of a winner are just a hypocritical disguise, while the manners of a loser are the true reflection of one's character."
"Good! I'll experience the Tianshan Sect's superior skills then."
The two exchanged greetings and immediately began their offensive and defensive duel.
The Tianshan Sect is located far in the Western Regions and rarely travels to the Central Plains. Therefore, this trip by Li Qingwu, representing the Tianshan Sect, marks the first return to the Chinese mainland in ten years.
Ye Tian smiled faintly, pinched a handful of flying needles in his right hand, and said, "Brother Li, here comes the hidden weapon!"
Before he finished speaking, Ye Tian had already launched his flying needles. More than a dozen needles seemed to have eyes, heading straight for more than a dozen acupoints all over Li Qingwu's body.
Li Qingwu had long heard of the Divine Needle Sect's flying needle technique and had already devised a countermeasure. He opened his arms wide and used his sleeves to create a gust of wind, knocking the tiny flying needles to the ground.
Ding ding ding ding...

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