In the arena floor combat, Qin Mu was only defending; he never counterattacked.

How frustrating.

They are making profits using my talent while I am not even getting a single share?

Screw this! I'm going to throw this match!

Even as Bai Qingyan was fuming with anger, Qin Mu drifted towards her side of the fighting area while dodging.

"Cough cough"

"Supervisor Bai," Qin Mu said nonchalantly, "I think you should go and ask how much he definitely wants me to share in his gains after all he has gotten so much?"

What?

Bai Qingyan was taken aback, her eyes widening in shock. "You! What do you mean exactly?"

Qin Mu froze, countering the Flying Blades with effortless flicks of his wrist while squatting down to chat with her. He shrugged.

"My meaning is very clear."

"The White Sword Sect certainly made a very big bet. If they won without giving me a share, is it really right," Qin Mu said.

Pfft

Just to negotiate a cut in the business he came here in the middle of a death match?

Bai Qingyan thought that an aneurysm was about to happen. Just as she was about to yell at him, she noticed several Flying Blades swooping in on Qin Mu with the intent of attacking him from the rear.

"You—Watch out"

Bang!

He nonchalantly swung his shield behind his back without even glancing at it to deflect the blades perfectly. He also continued talking as if nothing happened.

"See, I've always been fair and reasonable."

"It's because I have something in common with you that I asked you first."

"If you don't agree, I'll go ask the other side. I think that Councilor William would give me a good price for me to lose," Wiglaf said.

Pfft

Being confronted with such an obvious threat, Bai Qingyan almost coughed up blood.

"Don't rush! As long as we win, everything is negotiable!"

The Myriad Sword Pavilion's spots simply could not be lost. The loss of resources would be enormous, and the stagnation of their disciples' cultivation would be fatal.

The meeting took place on high platforms where the councilors were able to listen clearly to everything being said. The cultivation of a Great Grandmaster made conversations conducted within a thousand meters sound as if the speaker were whispering into their ears.

Wu Po Xing's mouth twitched. "This Qin Mu."

Bai Ming's eyes gleamed, and he suddenly let out a burst of laughter.

"Good kid! He has guts!"

"Qin Mu, listen! As long as you win, all winnings from the bet will be yours!"

Snap!

Qin Mu clicked his fingers in mid-air. He smiled at Bai Qingyan. "See, It takes a man who does big things to be decisive."

On the other side of the arena, Little William was nearly driven to the edge of madness with rage. 'You bastard! How dare you look down on me!'

"Rain of Needles"

Instantly, a thick black light radiated from the whole body of Little William.

If one looks carefully at the picture, each point of light represented an incomparably small alloy needle of steel.

With the burst, at least ten thousand needles shot out like a storm.

"What the f*ck?"

"Rain of Needles!? Isn't that Councilor William's ultimate move?"

The other surrounding Martial Artists shouted in shock.

"Rumor has it that this more require Great Grandmaster-level cultivation to master it,"

"No, no. It's just difficult, not impossible. But the mental energy cost is massive."

Little William had a ferocious grin.

In his mind's eye, he could already picture Qin Mu, his broken shield and all, transforming into a porcupine. These were indeed S-rank special steel needles, meant for puncturing an S-rank battle suit.

Seeing this oncoming storm, Qin Mu merely pointed two fingers forward.

In an instant, there were twelve flying swords dancing in the air.

They were so swift that they left afterimages, overlapping each other to create blooming "sword flowers" made of pure steel and swiftness. Twelve of these flowers positioned themselves in a flawless manner to cover Qin Mu.

Clang clang clang.

There was a sequence of sharp sounds of colliding.

An endless amount of steel needles were swatted aside by the spinning sword flowers. No needle managed to penetrate the array and strike Qin Mu.

"Damn! That's incredible!"

"The way he's protected here is unconditional and impenetrable."

"Flying Sword Dance?"

"Is this possible? I've never witnessed anything like this"

The Martial Artists around were so startled they could not speak.

Pfft

This time, Bai Qingyan really felt that she was about to spit up blood.

"Didn't Grandfather perform these sword flowers back then?"

"The experience level required for this is no less than Nine Swords in a Line. Grandfather said that this ability is only useful against other Mentalists, so there is no point in spending experience points on it in beast hunting."

"There is no way to proceed," She said to herself.

At this moment, Bai Qingyan couldn't help but wonder.

Could it be... is this Qin Mu truly Grandfather's last Disciple!?

Nine Swords in a Line—he knows it!

Flying Sword Dance—he knows that too?

"Why does he know all of them, but I don't….???"

Am I not the Sword Sect's biological granddaughter? Did Grandfather hold back on me?

In the arena, Little William remained in a trance-like state.

His ultimate skill, ten thousand steel needles, was easily parried. "F-fake. right?" he stuttered.

Qin Mu casually patted his shoulder, ensuring the final layer of needles was shaken off.

Instantly, nine Flying Swords appeared from behind him, arranging a battle formation.

"You!!"

Little William was terrified. He hastily arranged all his shields in front of him and curled up into a ball in an attempt to withstand the force.

Ding!

The first Flying Sword appeared instantly, piercing the S-ranked shield by half an inch.

The others followed closely behind. A sharp ringing ding sound echoed in the hall.

Nine Swords in a Line!

The attack pierced through three layers of shields.Finally, with a sickening puchi sound, the lead Flying Sword broke through Little William's combat suit and plunged into his chest.

"Crack"

Qin Mu clenched his fist in the air.

Brutal Kill!

Bang!

Little William's body suddenly disintegrated as the energy from the Flying Sword ignited within him.

The blood mist spattered and dissipated into the air.

Beep

"Second round, Qin Mu wins!"

Hiss

The crowd drew a chilled breath.

"Terrifying !!"

Many were so scared by the scene that their legs trembled and their spines chilled.

"S-rank shields three times over, S-rank battle suit. could not even deflect the might of a single blow!"

"The fighting power exceeds the record value listed for the Grandmaster rank, didn't it?"

"Nine Swords in a Line is indeed fitting of the Myriad Swords Pavilion's final mastery technique!"

"Overbearing! Just how overbearing is this thing!"

"Those S-rank shields wouldn't even be able to deflect it; anyone who encounters Qin Mu will die."

Qin Mu carefully retracted the flying swords. A faint smile hung on the corners of his lips. He looked over the people gathered below the arena.

"Who else?

All of a sudden, the surrounding Martial Artists took a collective step back.

Terrifying! This Qin Mu is just too terrifying! In terms of conveying a sense of oppression, it was on par with a Vicious Beast.

No! He was more ruthless than a brute! Even against the Vicious Beast, you had the chance to run. But against Qin Mu? You would barely have the chance to scream before being brutally slaughtered.

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