But Ji Dong was already coming.
Ji Dong wouldn’t give Lin Kewu a chance to slowly draw his sword.
"Race him in speed." Lin Kewu’s voice came again, a white gleam instantly shot out.
Everyone’s expressions froze!
The people in the stands, Elder Kui, and Elder Ran were all stunned there.
The sword is flying!
The sword flew out by itself!
As the white gleam flew out, it headed straight for Ji Dong, reaching him in the blink of an eye.
The speed was like heaven and earth!
Swoosh!
As the white gleam passed, Ji Dong immediately retreated a few steps, covering his face, but blood still seeped through the gaps between his fingers. When he released his hand, a fresh red gash staining half of Ji Dong’s face entered everyone’s view.
The blood continued to seep, but Ji Dong didn’t cover it.
Because there was no time to cover it.
The white gleam-transformed sword immediately lunged at Ji Dong again, chasing him continuously.
Ji Dong could only dodge continuously.
Not to mention attacking Lin Kewu, even dodging sometimes lagged a moment.
A moment’s delay resulted in a bone-deep wound.
"Stop!"
This time, it was Elder Kui who shouted to stop.
He already knew Ji Dong was destined to lose this fight, and continuing to fight, Ji Dong had only one path: defeat. If Lin Kewu were ruthless, Ji Dong could very well die!
However, Lin Kewu pretended not to hear and said to Ji Dong, "Your power is only Middle Profound Realm, speed is too slow... If you concede now, give me some White Crystals, I can stop."
"This kid!" Wen Ping couldn’t help but laugh upon hearing this.
Lin Kewu had actually learned from him.
Opening his mouth for White Crystals.
"Fifty White Crystals, give me a chance to hand it over." Lin Kewu’s voice came again.
Meanwhile, the sword’s speed slowed down.
Ji Dong hastily took out a bag from the Storage Ring without looking and tossed it over—Lin Kewu caught it and counted 43 White Crystals.
"You owe me 7!"
With that, Lin Kewu ceased the Sword Control Skill.
The moment the sword stopped, Ji Dong staggered backward a couple of steps, gasping heavily. His clothes, already stained with blood, looked fierce, causing those in the stands to draw a cold breath.
"Is it over?"
"To save his life, Ji Dong abandoned even his savings. Forty-three White Crystals, that’s probably his cultivation resources for the next two years, right?"
"This is too embarrassing."
As discussions ensued, Elder Kui’s face suddenly turned livid, fists clenching as if ready to jump into the arena. But someone grabbed him—that was Elder Ran.
"Elder Kui, enough already?" Elder Ran said coldly.
"I want to seek justice for my disciple."
If today just ends like this.
Wouldn’t he be like the Iron Mountain Pavilion, completely losing face?
The Iron Mountain Pavilion’s Rising Dragon Day Executing Law Enforcement Hall Elder was killed, becoming a laughingstock, but he was different, he absolutely wouldn’t allow himself to be repeatedly humiliated in his own domain. If the young one loses, then the old one will also fight!
"This friend, dare to fight me?" Watching Lin Kewu depart with a smile with Wanyan, and then looking at Ji Dong drenched in blood and losing so many White Crystals, he swore to regain face.
Wen Ping lightly smiled, preparing to take the Long Yue Sword.
But just then, from outside the arena suddenly came a shout.
"Stop!"