From a loser to an immortal sage

Chapter 237 Special Training Showdown: Xiao Yao's Moment of Glory

Elder Yan's deep voice echoed around the arena: "This battle is to end when the point is reached!" Below the arena, Shuangyue clenched her fists and whispered encouragement for me.

Standing opposite me was a tall senior brother, holding a heavy sword with a cold, sharp edge. His body was surging with spiritual energy, like a volcano about to erupt.

I took a deep breath and circulated the spiritual energy in my dantian to its maximum. The icy blue spiritual energy enveloped me like a thin mist.

My senior brother launched the first attack, his heavy sword carrying a whirlwind and slashing down at me with the force of a thunderbolt!

I lightly touched the ground with my toes and nimbly darted backward like a swallow, barely dodging the fierce attack.

"Boom!" The heavy sword struck the ground, sending shards of stone flying and causing the arena to tremble slightly.

I was secretly shocked; this senior brother's strength was indeed not to be underestimated.

He gave me no chance to catch my breath, and once again swung his heavy sword, the sword energy like a rainbow, straight at my face!

I quickly raised my sword to parry, but with a loud clang, a powerful force made my hands go numb, and I almost lost my grip on the sword.

The audience around the ring held their breath, and a tense atmosphere filled the air.

My heart was pounding like a drum, and fine beads of sweat appeared on my forehead.

I kept dodging my senior brother's attacks, each time narrowly escaping death.

His attacks were swift and powerful, and I could only barely hold on with my agile movements.

He was nearly hit several times, and his clothes were torn by the sword energy.

My breathing became rapid, and a sense of worry rose in my heart.

"Xiao Yao, is this all you've got? Looks like you're nothing special!" The senior brother's voice carried a hint of sarcasm.

This attempt to provoke me had no effect whatsoever; instead, it fueled my fighting spirit.

My eyes sharpened, and I stopped trying to avoid them and started to take the initiative.

I frantically circulated the spiritual energy within my body, and the sword flashed with dazzling light as it pierced towards my senior brother like a bolt of lightning.

"Overestimating yourself!" the senior brother sneered, raising his sword to meet the attack.

The two swords clashed, producing a piercing metallic clang.

I felt a powerful force come from it, which made my arm go numb.

"Looks like you won't last much longer." A sharp voice came from below the stage...

Ziyun's sharp and sarcastic voice was like a poisonous needle, piercing my eardrums.

"Xiao Yao, let's see how long you can last! You think you can win? Dream on!" Her words were full of sarcasm and disdain, like a bucket of cold water extinguishing the fighting spirit burning in my heart.

I gritted my teeth and tried to ignore her provocations, but the tense atmosphere on the stage made it hard for me to concentrate.

My senior brother's attacks became increasingly fierce, each sword strike accompanied by a whistling sound, as if he wanted to tear me apart.

I discovered a terrifying fact: he seemed to know my moves inside and out, and he easily deflected every single one of my attacks.

My swordsmanship was like a child's trick in front of him, posing no threat whatsoever.

"What's going on? How does he know my sword moves?" I was filled with doubt and anxiety.

Could it be that he has already figured out my swordsmanship beforehand?

I swung my sword slower and slower, and my steps became heavy.

My senior brother's sword energy grazed my body again and again, leaving behind a burning pain.

I felt my strength rapidly waning, and my hopes of victory becoming increasingly slim.

The air around the arena seemed to freeze, making it hard for me to breathe.

"Xiao Yao, give up! You are no match for me!" The senior brother's voice was full of confidence, and his eyes carried a hint of contempt.

I shook my head desperately, refusing to give up. I can't lose! I can't let Ziyun laugh at me!

I took a deep breath, mobilized all the remaining spiritual energy in my body, and prepared to fight with all my might.

Just then, I suddenly sensed something was amiss.

Although my senior brother's swordsmanship is exquisite, it lacks a certain agility; it's like he's imitating rather than truly understanding.

"Could it be..." A thought flashed through my mind, "that someone taught him his swordsmanship?"

"What are you looking at?" My senior brother's voice interrupted my thoughts.

His sword tip was pointed directly at my throat, its cold light flashing, and the aura of death was overwhelming.

I looked up abruptly, meeting my senior brother's icy gaze, and said, word by word, "Who taught you your swordsmanship?"

My senior brother's sword tip stopped right in front of my throat, just a hair's breadth away from piercing my skin.

The threat of death was so real that the air around the ring seemed to freeze, making it hard for me to breathe.

My heart was pounding like a drum, each beat pounding against my chest, almost leaping out of my throat.

Fear came like a tide, almost swallowing me up.

"Are you stalling for time?" My senior brother's tone was impatient, and his eyes were cold and sharp, as if he could see through all my pretenses.

I forced myself to calm down, took a deep breath, and tried to calm my racing heart.

I can't lose!

I can't let Ziyun see this as a joke!

I absolutely cannot let those who look down on me get away with it!

“I was just wondering,” I tried to keep my voice calm, “who taught you your swordsmanship?”

My senior's response: "This is none of your business."

"Is that so?" A cold smile curled at the corner of my lips. "What if I told you I know the weakness in your swordsmanship?"

The senior brother's pupils contracted slightly. "Nonsense!"

"Whether it's nonsense or not, you'll find out by trying." I circulated my spiritual energy to its maximum, and the icy blue spiritual energy formed a protective barrier around my body, resisting the powerful pressure emanating from my senior brother.

Various sword moves flashed through my mind as I analyzed the characteristics and weaknesses of my senior brother's swordsmanship.

Although his swordsmanship was exquisite, it was too rigid and lacked variation. It was like a fixed program; once you found the pattern, you could find a way to break it.

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and banished all distracting thoughts, focusing on only one idea: to win!

When I opened my eyes again, they shone with confidence.

I felt a powerful force surging out of my body, flowing through my entire being, as if my body was filled with boundless power.

"You..." My senior brother seemed to notice my change, his

I gave him no time to react, and in a flash, I rushed towards him like a gust of wind.

I did not use any known sword techniques, but instead relied on instinct and swung the sword at will.

My swordsmanship is no longer bound by any form; sometimes it is as gentle as flowing water, and sometimes as violent as thunder, unpredictable and ever-changing.

Every movement I make is full of agility and creativity, as if I were one with the world, full of infinite possibilities.

My senior brother clearly hadn't expected me to suddenly change my fighting style. He tried to defend against my attacks, but found that my swordsmanship was completely unpredictable, and he couldn't predict my next move at all.

"What kind of sword technique is this?" The senior brother's voice trembled slightly.

A cold smile curled at the corner of my lips. "This is..."

"This is my own creation—'Phantom Sword Technique'!" Before I finished speaking, the tip of my sword had already coiled around my senior brother's heavy sword like a serpent, moving upwards along the blade and heading straight for his wrist.

My senior brother was shocked and tried to pull back his heavy sword, but found that I had locked it firmly and he could not move it.

I sneered, flicked my wrist, and a powerful surge of spiritual energy flowed through the sword into my senior brother's body, instantly disrupting his spiritual energy circulation.

The senior brother's body stiffened, and the heavy sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

I seized the opportunity to pounce on him and struck him in the chest, sending him flying off the stage.

The senior brother fell heavily off the stage, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his face as pale as paper.

The entire room fell silent; everyone was stunned by my performance.

They had never seen such exquisite swordsmanship, nor had they ever imagined that a useless person without spiritual roots could defeat a powerful senior brother.

Standing on the arena, feeling the surging spiritual energy within me, I was filled with an unprecedented sense of accomplishment.

I won!

I finally won!

I proved myself with my own strength and shut up those who looked down on me.

Below the arena, Shuangyue jumped up excitedly and shouted my name.

Senior Brother Xuanfeng also showed a gratified smile and gave me a thumbs up.

Even Ziyun, who always mocked me, looked on incredulously.

Elder Yan slowly walked onto the arena, his eyes gleaming with admiration.

"Xiao Yao, your performance was outstanding. Your swordsmanship was full of inspiration and creativity, which was impressive."

I smiled slightly and said modestly, "Elder, you flatter me. I was just lucky."

"Don't be arrogant in victory, and don't be discouraged in defeat. This is the mindset a cultivator should have." Elder Yan patted my shoulder. "You have great potential. Keep up the good work, and you will surely achieve great things in the future."

I nodded, my heart filled with fighting spirit.

I know this is just a small milestone on my path to immortality. The road ahead is long, and many more challenges await me.

I took a deep breath, gazed firmly into the distance, and felt a surge of hope and anticipation for the future.

I know that I will become stronger and stronger, and eventually reach the pinnacle of cultivation!

Just then, Elder Yan's voice rang out again: "Xiao Yao, you will face an even more severe test next..."