Chapter 85 Shocking the Heroes
At the last moment, the competition for the ranking will be extremely fierce. Shangguan Jiannan secretly vowed in his heart: "I must go all out to keep this hard-earned position."
He knew very well that only by constantly honing himself could he gain a firm foothold in this inner courtyard full of strong people and welcome a more glorious future.
At this moment, Shangguan Jiannan stepped into the impressive top ten, but an inexplicable regret arose in his heart.
Looking back at the past, the figures of challengers were like an endless tide, especially since he defeated Zhang Leqing. Within just half a day, five letters of challenge came like snowflakes. This was undoubtedly his most troublesome problem at the moment.
In that battle, Shangguan Jiannan shocked everyone with his astonishing strength, but he also unexpectedly aroused the fighting spirit and unwillingness of more disciples.
They all regarded him as a stepping stone to reach the top and vowed to compete with him. Such a situation undoubtedly became an invisible burden for him who longed for peaceful cultivation.
As night fell and everything was silent, Shangguan Jiannan stood alone under the moonlight, weighing the pros and cons in his mind: "Should I continue to move forward on this thorny road and challenge stronger opponents? Or should I choose to defend the city and wait for the storm to subside?" Every decision seemed to imply unknown risks and variables, making it difficult for him to choose.
Challenging means unknown challenges and possible failures; defending may lead to an endless struggle, and a single mistake may result in a complete loss.
Caught between these two dilemmas, Shangguan Jiannan's thoughts were like a tangled mess, and it took a long time to calm down.
It was not until a gust of night wind blew by, taking away some of the irritability in his heart, that he slowly let out a long breath, as if he was making some kind of decision.
A few days later, a thick pile of letters of challenge had accumulated on Shangguan Jiannan's desk, each of which carried a challenge from a disciple.
In just a few days, the number of letters of challenge had increased to twelve, which made him smile bitterly.
These challenges are both a symbol of honor and a source of burden.
“This backlog is not a long-term solution.”
Shangguan Jiannan rubbed his temple, his eyes flashing with determination, "Only by using thunderous means can we shock the heroes."
He knew very well that only by showing overwhelming strength could he completely discourage those challengers.
So, among all the letters of challenge, he picked out Qin Lang's letter of challenge.
Qin Lang, the twelfth-ranked warrior, has superb swordsmanship and is the best opponent for him to demonstrate his strength.
Shangguan Jiannan announced loudly: "Manager Li, Qin Lang's challenge will be held tomorrow morning."
As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere outside the hall suddenly became lively. Qin Lang's challenge undoubtedly attracted the attention and expectations of many disciples.
The next morning, Shangguan Jiannan stood in front of the main entrance of the hall with a sharp gaze.
With a slight sound, a thin man with a purple flame sword on his back walked out of the crowd - Qin Lang.
The two looked at each other, and without further ado, a contest of honor and strength was about to begin.
Shangguan Jiannan is fully aware of the importance of this battle. He must go all out and declare his determination and strength with a brilliant victory, so as to deter those challengers who are ready to make a move.
Shangguan Jiannan's voice pierced through the noise, with a certain calmness and inquiry.
Hearing this, Qin Lang nodded slightly, revealing an indescribable calmness in his movements.
He slowly turned around and gently took off the purple flame sword on his back. The scabbard rubbed against the air, making a crisp "swish" sound, as if foreshadowing the coming storm.
The moment the sword was unsheathed, the sword reflected a dazzling light, accompanied by a loud and piercing sword sound, which instantly ignited the passion of the people around, and their eyes flashed with anticipation and enthusiasm.
Shangguan Jiannan saw this and a barely perceptible smile appeared on his lips, but he did not say much. He just silently drew his fine steel sword from his waist. The sword flashed with cold light, revealing an edge that should not be underestimated.
He took a deep breath, his eyes fixed on Qin Lang who was rushing towards him like a cheetah, as if he wanted to take in every subtle movement of the other party.
"Hah!" Qin Lang roared suddenly, his figure turned into a residual shadow, the purple flame sword in his hand pointed directly at Shangguan Jiannan. Wherever the tip of the sword passed, the air seemed to be ignited, leaving a series of hot tracks.
Shangguan Jiannan, on the other hand, was as steady as a mountain. He stretched out his body like a flying swallow flying through the clouds, and the long sword in his hand danced with it. The sword light weaved like a weave, weaving a dazzling sword net.
"Fairy from the sky!" With a thunderous roar, Shangguan Jiannan finally displayed his unique skills.
The sword light was like a dragon, breaking through the air and colliding violently with Qin Lang's sword light in the air, causing a deafening roar.
Sword lights flew everywhere, dust rose up, and finally, a figure was blown away like a kite with a broken string and fell heavily to the ground. It was Qin Lang.
In just one move, the twelfth-ranked master was defeated so quickly that it caused an uproar on all sides.
From then on, the name Shangguan Jiannan became well-known in the inner courtyard, and even those high-ranking inner sect elders looked at him with admiration.
This battle not only won him respect and status, but also made the disciples below restrain their arrogance. Whenever challengers came, he easily resolved them.