The numerous disciples initially seemed a bit careless, but upon hearing these words, their expressions all turned solemn as they agreed. Outside, in several other teahouses, those who were well-informed had already learned what was happening inside. Yet upon hearing the heavy sound of the Startling Wooden Block, the crowd fell silent. The elderly man on the stage swept his gaze across the people and declared loudly: "After ten years of sharpening a sword, today it shall be shown to all!" "Everyone listening, do you know who the first contestant today is?" "The day before yesterday, he single-handedly, with one blade per man, eradicated the notorious bandits of the Northwest. He is now an immensely popular Hero, a great champion..." The audience, all residents of the Northwest and acquainted across the seventeen counties, naturally suffered greatly from the Great Wilderness Stronghold. Hearing these words, they immediately knew who the first contestant was, and the shouts of acclamation were thunderous. Someone could no longer contain their excitement and, regardless of acquaintance, began to discuss with those nearby how many moves it would take for this expert, who eradicated the Great Wilderness Stronghold, to defeat his opponent. "The opponent seems clearly distracted. Given the Martial Arts and style of the Blade Madman of Fufeng, it won't take long to defeat him. I bet on ten moves before the opponent's weapon is knocked away." Li Danxun glanced at the two below and spoke somewhat flippantly. Zhao Kuo's expression was heavy, recalling the overbearing blade technique that struck toward him that day. Even now, he couldn't help but shiver. He took a deep breath and said gravely: "If the opponent is cautious enough, three moves. If unaware of the Blade Madman of Fufeng's Martial Arts and acts rashly, although also a Middle Third Rank Martial Artist, they might be defeated within a single move." Not far away, Li Yinxiang rested her chin on her right hand and said: "How is the Hero going to defeat his opponent..." Xiahou Jie laughed and said, "If he's really as formidable as you all say, that young swordsman on the opposite side might not last more than a few moves, right? However, it's also possible the opponent is a dark horse. If that's the case, it will be truly interesting." The martial arena was vast, surrounded by tall, open pavilions. Although the Family Heads and Grandmaster Level figures merely showed themselves briefly before leaving, the martial artists present, along with the spectators in the heights, easily numbered over a thousand. Even if every person spoke in whispers, their collective noise was like a rumbling thunder, especially the speculations carried by the wind on how many moves 'the Blade Madman of Fufeng' would need to defeat his opponent. Ma Yihong struggled to calm his nervousness, whispering to himself, "Stay calm, stay calm, Master is waiting at home, can't embarrass myself, stay calm, stay calm..." But the blade in his hand trembled slightly, his muscles tensing awkwardly. In such a state, even if not Wang Anfeng, any Sixth Rank Martial Artist could take him down within thirty moves. Wang Anfeng initially intended to attack directly but, upon hearing the other's continuous muttering and seeing his nervous, scared appearance, raised his brows slightly, mocking himself for being unable to change his nature. Then he transmitted a voice saying: "Grip the blade tightly!" Ma Yihong was startled by the sudden voice, looked around while holding his blade, triggering a series of faint laughter. Only then did he realize it was the tall swordsman opposite who spoke. His face reddened slightly but he managed to escape the inexplicable nervousness. Taking a deep breath, holding his blade in his right hand, he said: "Please teach me!" ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by novelꜰire.net Then he stepped forward, using a blade technique that opened with the momentum of raging fire, but inadvertently revealing three flaws, making people unable to bear watching. Wang Anfeng subtly mocked himself but kept a stern face, raising his Mo Blade with his right hand to attack, targeting the side of the other's blade tip. Using his understanding of the blade, he helped him fully execute this move. When Ma Yihong struck with the blade in his hand, he already sensed it was bad. But he hadn't expected that his opponent wouldn't seize the opportunity to attack his flaws. After that Mo Blade fell, his move turned out fluently executed. One strike causing the fire to spread across the plains, initially mundane, erupted during the clash, red flames surging upward. Just as Ma Yihong felt bewildered, another cold voice entered his ear, saying: "What are you doing?" Realizing that others were oblivious to this voice, knowing it was a sound transmission, he corrected his posture and whispered affirmations. The Shark Tooth Sword in his right hand roared as he meticulously executed each blade move he had learned, gradually easing his tension, feeling his blade techniques flow more smoothly than ever. To others, it appeared that the Shark Tooth Sword in Ma Yihong's hand continuously roared, executing move after move with grandeur, resembling heavenly fire descending upon the earth. However, the Blade Madman of Fufeng, who was prior highly regarded by many, even though his foundational skills were solid and he learned renowned techniques, failed to easily defeat the opponent as expected, leaving the audience quite disappointed by the comparison. Li Yinxiang's eyes were bewildered, not understanding why the overwhelmingly formidable swordsman they faced that day couldn't perform invincibly as before. Zhao Kuo was also perplexed; next to him, Li Danxun raised his somewhat messy brows and chuckled slightly, saying, "Is this it? The so-called Blade Madman of Fufeng?" "Brother Zhao, you can't be joking, right? Although it seems decent, it's merely the techniques of a slightly outstanding Sixth Rank Martial Artist. The blade technique is not bad, but that's all. His Internal Strength Martial Body pales in comparison to yours, Brother Zhao."