"Indeed, in this way, if I defeat you, then others will have nothing to say."

Zhou Lun spoke these words, his tone full of confidence.

It was as if Zhou Lun had known from the start that during the duel with Wang Ye, he would surely defeat Wang Ye.

Wang Ye smiled slightly: "You'll regret not making a move just now."

"At that moment, if you had attacked me, I might not have been able to defeat you, but now, you've given me time to recover, and you are definitely not my match."

Both men exchanged a sentence, looking at each other as if they were viewing a dead man.

Although the duel between the two hadn't started yet, the tension was already ignited by Wang Ye and Zhou Lun.

It lingered, spreading in all directions.

Shi Qian watched from the side and glanced at the onlookers.

Here, apart from members of the Ice Sect and Cold Sect, there were actually quite a few spectators.

And the others, after hearing the exchange between Wang Ye and Zhou Lun, showed some disdain.

With Shi Heng's strength, it was easy to hear the voices of people discussing.

"Ha, the Saint Heir of the Ice Sect truly thinks that just because it's at the entrance of the Ice Sect, his strength will be enhanced? Does he really feel that he can defeat Zhou Lun?"

"Exactly, Zhou Lun is about to advance to the Fourth Grade Cultivator Realm. If it weren't for challenging Wang Ye, Zhou Lun would have already advanced to Fourth Grade Cultivator. It's unclear where Wang Ye's confidence is coming from, facing such a formidable realm."

"I feel Wang Ye is a joke."

Listening to these discussions, Shi Qian felt the agitation stirring his deeply embedded genes.

He took a step forward, then stopped, his eyes showing a trace of helplessness, deciding to let it go.

...

On the stage.

After Wang Ye and Zhou Lun exchanged harsh words, Wang Ye turned his gaze to the referee and softly said, "Elder He, we can begin."

At the entrance of the Ice Sect, on the Ice Sect's stage, the organizing elder was naturally from the Ice Sect.

However, with so many journalist cultivators nearby observing, there couldn't be any unfair phenomena when the referee conducted the challenge between the two.

"Begin!"

After Elder He announced it, Zhou Lun's lips curled into a grin and he instantly charged towards Wang Ye.

A bloodthirsty intent flashed in his eyes.

Wang Ye... must die!

After all, the realm Wang Ye reached had broken through to the Fifth Grade Peak Cultivator. Soon, Wang Ye would reach the Fourth Grade Cultivator Realm.

Once Wang Ye reaches the Fourth Grade Cultivator Realm, some changes might occur in the Ice Sect, and nobody knows what will become of the Ice Sect.

Wang Ye...

Must die!

Thus, from the start, Zhou Lun used his most formidable power against Wang Ye, displaying his intent to eliminate Wang Ye clearly.

Meanwhile, outside.

Lin Shuang and others, the instant Zhou Lun made his move, their faces were immediately replaced by worry.

"Not good, I can tell Zhou Lun started off using killing blow against Wang Ye, he wants to finish Wang Ye off!"

"The Saint Heir just broke through to Fifth Grade Peak, his power is still unstable, Zhou Lun used such formidable strength from the start, the Saint Heir..."

Exclamations arose successively from the mouths of the Ice Sect people.

Lin Shuang, although silent, clenched her fist slightly.

She knew Wang Ye would have a plan!

She trusted Wang Ye.

Last night, Wang Ye told her that today, he would directly settle Zhou Lun on stage.

Lin Shuang trusted Wang Ye.

Whatever Wang Ye said, he would always accomplish it.

So, when Wang Ye battled Lin Shuang, he would definitely win!

...

Wang Ye felt the sword Zhou Lun was using against him, and his own Ice Sword thrust forward.

Ice Sword.

Cold Sword.

Although the names of the swords Wang Ye and Zhou Lun held were different, both were made of the same material.

Aside from appearance and name differences, all else was the same.

After all, the founder of the Cold Sect initially came from the Ice Sect.

This actually has a benefit.

That is to make it even fairer!

Since the Cold Sword and Ice Sword are essentially identical, their effects in battle would be the same.

"You really want to kill me?"

Although there was a threatening intent from Zhou Lun that Wang Ye felt, Wang Ye still smiled at Zhou Lun as he charged towards him.

Frost enveloped the Ice Sword.

He thrust the sword.

Wang Ye's Ice Sword met Zhou Lun's Cold Sword.

As their swords clashed, the ice and cold attributes collided instantly.

In that instant clash, Wang Ye was indeed weaker than Zhou Lun and was quickly sent flying by Zhou Lun.

Blood oozed from Wang Ye's hand, and due to the chill affecting his skin, he seemed pallid.

"Your strength is indeed impressive."

Even though Wang Ye failed in the first round against Zhou Lun, he looked at Zhou Lun without feeling anything else.

Instead, he casually glanced at Zhou Lun and spoke in a relaxed tone: "Come on, come on, I've realized you're a formidable opponent, so let's fight again."

With that said.

Wang Ye charged at Zhou Lun.

As if he were reckless.

Wang Ye's action puzzled Zhou Lun, making him slightly confused.

Wang Ye knew he couldn't defeat him, so why was he charging directly?

Wang Ye was fighting recklessly.

Engaging in a battle of attrition with him!

Not really a battle of attrition.

Even Wang Ye could sense that if he fought Zhou Lun directly, his power compared to Zhou Lun's was significantly poorer.

In the end.

Wang Ye would die, while at most Zhou Lun would suffer serious injuries.

All this, even when Wang Ye was lucky.

If Wang Ye wasn't lucky, Zhou Lun might not suffer serious injuries.

So, what was Wang Ye's objective in doing this?

For a moment, even Zhou Lun felt perplexed, making him slightly less forceful in his strike against Wang Ye.

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