In front of the City Lord Mansion, there was complete silence.

The expressions on the faces of the Yexuan citizens watching were already frozen.

The smiles that originally hung on their faces now appeared somewhat stiff.

Clearly, Yexuan Country had already won two consecutive matches, and quite easily at that.

But why was it, facing this Shen Han from Great Wei, that Quan Youzhi couldn't muster even the slightest bit of resistance...

On the Great Wei side, the people saw Shen Han make his move and easily secure the victory.

The pent-up frustration in their hearts had finally been relieved.

Before arriving, they never really considered Yexuan a threat at all.

Yet, at the start, they lost two matches in a row, which was unbearable for anyone.

Walking down from the platform, returning to the Great Wei crowd.

There was a look of admiration and gratitude in the eyes of everyone who glanced at Shen Han.

Especially Yu Xiaoyan from Mountain Sea Academy, who had been admonished by Quan Youzhi's words earlier, even having a sword tip pressed to his brow.

This was clearly intended to be insulting.

"Thank you, Brother Shen, for relieving my anger.

Had I kept it suppressed, I would have been half-dead from the discomfort..."

Shen Han smiled and waved his hand.

"It's a trivial matter.

Moreover, the reason Brother Yu lost to Quan Youzhi is not because he had superior strength.

He simply used some small tricks, employing a form of witchcraft to disrupt Brother Yu's mental state.

If Brother Yu had understood witchcraft a little, he could have easily defeated him."

Hearing Shen Han's explanation, everyone was momentarily stunned.

Witchcraft?

This seems to be a rare path of cultivation.

No wonder the scholars from Great Wei couldn't identify it.

"Yesterday, Brother Shen reminded us to be cautious, yet we were too complacent..."

After Quan Youzhi's victory, Shen Han's companions looked at him with even more admiration.

"No wonder Brother Shen could surpass Miss Su in Sword Dao; I thought there might be a bit of luck involved.

But now, it seems Brother Shen truly deserves the title of prodigy."

The praise from people one after another made Shen Han a bit uncomfortable.

As they spoke, the City Lord of Yelan City stepped forward.

"Honored guests, Little Quan just fought and is in poor condition...

The City Lord intended to make excuses for Quan Youzhi, but Shen Han stepped forward.

"City Lord Yelan has a point. Let the other talents go on first, and give Brother Quan time to cultivate for a couple of hours.

Once he regains his strength, I, Shen Han, will be ready to compete at any time."

The City Lord originally wanted to use these words to slightly boost morale.

But now, Shen Han stepped up and declared.

He allows you to rest, and once rested, you can fight again at any time.

This absolute confidence made the people of Yexuan present very uncomfortable.

Uncomfortable as they were, they could only hold it in.

After all, just now when Shen Han attacked, Quan Youzhi couldn't even defend himself.

Shen Han walked right up, pressing the sword tip against his brow...

After a moment of hesitation, Shen Han stepped forward in front of the City Lord Mansion again.

In his hand, he held a Sword Shadow, glaring bright, flashing with a sharp glimmer.

The City Lord of Yelan squinted slightly before waving his hand.

Another young man stepped forward.

His tactics were similar to Quan Youzhi's, both liked to use witchcraft for sneaky harassment.

But the methods that worked before would not always be effective.

Shen Han using just the Sword Shadow in his hand was enough to cut down the eerie assault of witchcraft.

As he walked up to the person, this person had scolded below, questioning loudly why Quan Youzhi didn't fight back, not even making a move to resist.

But now he finally understood, it wasn't that Quan Youzhi didn't want to move, but he simply couldn't.

His legs felt like they were weighed down with lead, unable to move an inch.

He could only watch helplessly as the long sword pointed towards him.

In less than ten breaths, Yexuan Country lost again.

And they lost in the exact same manner.

Then another person stepped forward and lost in the same way.

Faced with Shen Han, these geniuses of Yexuan Country seemed to forget how to even draw their swords.

Shen Han stood there indifferently, waiting for the geniuses of Yexuan Country to challenge him.

The spectators who initially wore proud expressions now had faces full of despair.

These opponents were not even on the same level.

"City Lord Yelan, I wonder if Brother Quan has rested enough to spar again?"

As he spoke, Quan Youzhi, standing by the stairs, shivered.

He wasn't a fool; he could easily gauge their strength...

As the people of Yexuan lamented, a young man stepped onto the platform.

"They are not your match; let me take over."

Holding a long sword, its ferocity was at least much stronger than Quan Youzhi's.

When the young man stepped up, the surrounding people of Yexuan looked at him curiously.

Suddenly, someone realized.

"This is the youngest son of the Third Prince, Song Ruizhe.

He has shown exceptional talent and potential in Sword Dao, with many powerful figures wanting to take him as a disciple."

"I heard he comprehended the Saint Yelan's Sword Technique at the age of twelve, but I'm not sure if that's true?"

Among the spectators, some praised him, while others were somewhat skeptical.

But at this moment, no matter what, the people of Yexuan had to rely on him.

"I know you are strong, but your sword is far inferior to that person's.

I could withstand ten moves from him; I wonder how many moves you will need to defeat me?"

The young man said arrogantly, yet it sounded peculiar.

Shen Han merely gave him a glance.

From this arrogance, there seemed to be a faint reflection of Shen Ao, making people somewhat detest him.

With the long sword drawn, its momentum appeared orderly and structured, looking formidable.

The sword edge swung out, carrying an icy aura, striking straight at Shen Han.

The Sword Shadow, held to the side, stopped the aura with just the sword's body.

And the young man before him curled his lips into a smile; that previous Sword Momentum transformed into a spiritual assault of witchcraft.

It seems that the Swordsmanship of Yexuan Country intends to merge the witchcraft method within.

This approach was somewhat more ingenious; yet, these tricks were merely clever tactics.

In essence, it was akin to the Scholar's Technique, using spiritual power to attack the opponent.

Compared to the Scholar's Technique, witchcraft is more eerie, lacking righteousness.

But in dealing with it, it also falls short of the Scholar's aggressive techniques.

The thought arose, only for a maneuver of the Celestial Dao Sword Momentum to effortlessly dispel it.

With that, he wielded the Sword Shadow up.

The Sword Shadow created countless ripples, like folds of silvery white brocade.

The young man from Yexuan Country before him, earnestly resisting with the long sword in his hand.

With every sword he parried, he gritted his teeth a little tighter.

In the gaps of defense, he could still counter with a few moves.

Unfortunately, those efforts were futile, as after the ninth move.

His body truly couldn't hold on any longer, being struck down, with a touch of blood at the corner of his mouth.

"Older than me by quite a few years, yet your strength is only this much..."

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