Chapter 2258 In Vain

After all, there is still a big gap between having the Sword Master's teachings and not having the Sword Master's teachings.

No matter how talented you are, it is all useless without a famous teacher to guide you.

That’s not to say it’s impossible to become talented.

It's just that if there is no guide, if you want to become a talent, you must go through many more detours than if you have a guide.

But it is precisely because of this that contestants who can pass this second round of tests will usually attract the attention of the sword master.

But the defeated Sword Master disciples will probably be punished after they return.

As a disciple of the Sword Master, it would be understandable if he were defeated by another disciple of the Sword Master.

But you can't even beat a self-trained warrior, so what else is there to say?

I haven't kicked you out of the school, I've already opened a wide range of things.

"It's okay, Pesha, don't be nervous."

"My master is the Dragon-Slaying Sword Master! I will definitely win!"

Pesha, who was standing on the competition stage, had no expression on her face, but she was constantly cheering herself up in her heart.

Pesha, who was born in the Valan Empire and the Oka family, had passed her life like this.

It is really difficult to get the favor of the Sword Master.

So she was lucky enough to become a disciple of the Dragon-Slaying Sword Master. Pesha didn't want to embarrass her master no matter what.

Qi Le was sitting in the spectator seats, quietly watching the situation on the competition stage.

Every Juggernaut's viewing seat is the best viewing position.

After the game starts, sword masters who are familiar with each other will also exchange their opinions.

Because the sword skills of these young people are too superficial for sword masters.

So chatting can be regarded as fun for oneself.

It's just that the Dragon-Slaying Sword Master has always been aloof, so no one came to Qi Le this time.

This also made Qi Le feel a lot more relaxed.

Nine in the morning.

The official martial arts competition begins on time.

There are ten competition stages, with a total of twenty contestants, all standing on their respective stages.

Then at the referee's signal, both sides bowed their hands and saluted.

The rules of the martial arts competition are very simple.

On the competition stage, any props other than weapons are not allowed, and no intentional killing is allowed.

If one of the parties can no longer fight or admits defeat, the game ends.

The extremely simple rules are designed to allow the contestants to exert their strongest strength without being constrained.

Of course, Pesha also knows this.

So after her first opponent stepped onto the competition stage, Pesha also took a deep breath.

Finally, it begins!

"I heard that you are the first disciple of the Dragon-Slaying Sword Master. It has been less than a month since you became the disciple of the Dragon-Slaying Sword Master."

"Aren't you afraid of embarrassing your master by just coming to the official competition of the martial arts competition?"

Standing hand-in-hand with Pesha was a burly man.

The weapon used is a heavy sword. The fighting style shown in the audition is biased toward open and close, and he is good at suppressing the enemy with powerful attacks to achieve victory.

He is an opponent that cannot be underestimated.

The audience in the square were also talking a lot at this moment.

"Is this a disciple of the Dragon-Slaying Sword Master? It seems to be his first time participating in a martial arts competition."

"I heard that she only trained with the Dragon-Slaying Sword Master for less than twenty days."

"What? You dare to come to the martial arts competition in less than twenty days?"

"Yes, I have never heard of such a person before. Why on earth would the Dragon-Slaying Sword Master accept her as his disciple?"

"From what you said, the first disciple of the Sword Master to be eliminated in this martial arts competition is probably the disciple of the Dragon-Slaying Sword Master."

"It seems to be called Pesha..."

"Pesha Oka, from the Oka family of the Varan Empire."

"Yeah……"

Because Pesha's experience is so unique, almost no one thinks highly of her.

In every martial arts competition, there are always a few dark horses who can eliminate the disciples of the Sword Master.

So this time, the people of the Aize Empire felt that Pesha must be the first to be eliminated.

There is no other way, what's the use of just having the name of a disciple of the Sword Master.

Pesha has been practicing with the Dragon-Slaying Sword Master for less than a month. What can she learn?

And he hasn’t used auditions to prove his strength.

It's strange that someone would take good notice of it.

"You don't need to care whether I will embarrass Master or not. I just know that you will be embarrassed soon."

Pesha's face immediately darkened when she heard the burly man say this.

"Humph, that's quite a tone."

"Do you really think that just by being a disciple of the Sword Master, you can become so powerful?"

The burly man snorted and said disdainfully.

Anyone who can pass the audition among hundreds of thousands of applicants is not a proud and arrogant person.

They were convinced of the Sword Master, otherwise they wouldn't have gone through all the hardships to become a disciple of the Sword Master.

But they have no respect for the disciples of the Sword Master.

In the eyes of these arrogant people, they just think: If these guys weren't from a better background, why would they be the disciples of these sword masters?

Therefore, the burly man naturally has no good words for Pesha.

"Then come and try it."

Pesha's eyes turned cold and she said indifferently.

At this moment, the referee left the field and announced the start of the game.

"Okay, then let me show you how powerful you are!"

The burly man pulled out the heavy sword from behind with his backhand and slashed it hard at Pesha.

What this sword requires is a fierce momentum to seize the initiative in this battle, thereby suppressing the enemy and winning.

However, seeing the sword getting closer and closer, Pesha didn't make any move.

This scene couldn't help but make the audience a little stunned.

"Are you scared to death?"

"The disciple of the majestic Dragon-Slaying Sword Master was actually frightened out of his wits on the competition stage. This is really the most ridiculous thing in the world."

"Shame on you, really shame on you!"

"Alas, the Dragon-Slaying Sword Master became famous in one battle, but was ruined at the hands of his disciples."

"If I can't even hold on to a formal competition, I'm afraid I will be kicked out of the division directly after the martial arts competition."

In the audience, there was an overwhelming chorus of negative voices, all lamenting that the reputation of the Dragon-Slaying Sword Master was in jeopardy.

But on the stage, Pesha had a strange look in her eyes.

"Sword drawing style - draw out the scabbard!"

The hand on the sword hilt moved suddenly.

Pesha's sword was like a flash of lightning, passing across the competition stage.

Then the next moment, everyone only saw Pesha standing on the competition stage holding a sword. However, the burly man's heavy sword stopped in mid-air and was not cut down for a long time.

"It's full of flaws."

Pesha made a sound and then slowly sheathed her sword.

A blood mark also appeared on the burly man's neck, and blood spilled out.