So what if I'm useless? I'll become a saint!

Chapter 306: Then I'll Compete Until You Convinced Me

The sunlight shone obliquely on the bluestone slabs of the arena, and the air was filled with a tense and oppressive atmosphere.

Ling Jiuan's body trembled, a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, his face instantly turned slightly cold, but there was an unyielding light flashing in his eyes.

She slowly straightened up, her eyes sharp as torches, staring directly at Yu Lingxi opposite her, her voice low and firm.

"Not convinced? Then let's continue the competition until you are convinced."

Upon hearing this, Lei Tingyi's expression suddenly changed, and a trace of worry and complexity flashed in his eyes.

He took a step forward, hesitant to speak.

"Jiuan, your body..."

Before he could finish his words, Ling Jiuan interrupted him with a wave of his hand. Ling Jiuan's eyes were full of determination.

"Lei Tingyi, I'll take care of this matter."

Yu Lingxi, who was watching the fight on the side, frowned and looked back and forth between the two men, finally fixing on Ling Jiuan, full of disbelief.

"Where do you get the confidence from, a waste at the peak of the Golden Core stage?"

There was a mixture of disdain and anger in her tone.

Ling Jiuan gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. His movements were calm, but his eyes were unusually firm.

"I'm not so confident, I just want to tell you that Lei Tingyi and I are truly in love. This engagement was not what you wanted, nor what I asked for, and no one has wronged you. If you want to vent your anger, I'll give you the chance; but if you want to use this to humiliate me, I'm not powerless to fight back."

His words were calm but powerful, and every word carried weight.

Yu Lingxi's face became even gloomier. She sneered, and a hint of stubbornness flashed in her eyes.

"A wider sky? Ling Jiuan, you really speak better than you sing. Yes, I am not convinced, let's continue the competition. I don't believe that a waste like you in the Jindan stage can really beat me!"

Facing the provocation, Ling Jiuan smiled faintly, a calm and confident smile.

"Okay, let's continue the competition. Today, let's let our strength speak for itself."

As Ling Jiuan finished his words, the atmosphere in the arena became tense again.

The sunlight seemed to add a bit of enthusiasm to the contest. The two figures moved quickly in the interweaving of light and shadow. Every confrontation was accompanied by the crisp sound of metal collision and the breathless silence of the audience around them.

This battle is not only a contest of strength, but also a confrontation of faith and dignity.

Ling Jiuan and Yu Lingxi, two people from completely different worlds, at this moment, are giving their all for their own reasons.

Ling Jiuan tightly grasped the Chiyu sword in his hand, the tip of the sword lightly tapped the ground, and his cold gaze pierced through the air, looking directly at Yu Lingxi.

His voice was deep and powerful, with unquestionable determination.

"Your sword is broken, you..."

Before he could finish his words, Yu Lingxi interrupted him with a scornful smile.

She just flipped her wrist slightly, and an exquisite red umbrella appeared in her hand. The umbrella was painted with intricate Shura patterns, emitting a faint cold light, as if it could swallow up all the light around it.

"This is my weapon, Ling Jiuan."

There was a hint of provocation in Yu Lingxi's voice, and the red umbrella spun gently, as if telling an unknown secret.

"You can choose to give up. When the Shura Umbrella comes out, you will be seriously injured. You will not be my opponent."

Ling Jiuan's eyes narrowed slightly. He knew very well the power of the Shura Umbrella, which was a treasure passed down from generation to generation in the Yu family. It could control wind and rain, and even affect people's minds.

However, he did not back down. Instead, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, which was a desire for challenges and an exploration of his own limits.

"What about the Shura Umbrella?"

Ling Jiuan's voice was calm and firm.

"I, Ling Jiuan, am never one to give up easily. Today, let me see what your Shura Umbrella is capable of."

Before he finished speaking, Ling Jiuan suddenly jumped up, and the Chiyu sword turned into a dazzling sword light, heading straight for Yu Lingxi.

Yu Lingxi snorted coldly, and the Shura Umbrella instantly unfolded. As the umbrella rotated, a powerful force surged out and collided with the sword light of the Chiyu Sword, causing a deafening roar.

In the arena, the lights of swords and shadows of umbrellas intertwined. The figures of the two men were as fast as lightning, and between attack and defense, they showed the style of masters.

Although Ling Jiuan was seriously injured, his will was as indestructible as a rock. Every time he swung his sword, he concentrated all his strength and faith.

This battle is not only a test of martial arts, but also a test of will and courage.

Ling Jiuan and Yu Lingxi, in this small space, use their actions to interpret what persistence and indomitable spirit mean.

Below the stage, Lei Tingyi clenched his hands into fists, beads of sweat oozing out of his palms. His eyes were fixed on the two figures on the arena, and the anxiety and uneasiness in his heart surged like a tide.

Seeing this, Zhong Ling, who was standing by, patted him gently on the shoulder, with a soothing and reminder tone in her voice.

"You were the one who taught Miss Ling the way to practice. You have been with her through thick and thin all the way, so you should understand her strength better than anyone else."

Upon hearing this, Lei Tingyi's eyes moved slightly and turned to Zhong Ling, with a hint of gratitude in his eyes.

He took a deep breath, tried to calm his inner turmoil, and turned his gaze to Ling Jiuan again.

Yes, he knew better than anyone that although Ling Jiuan's realm was not high, her understanding of martial arts, her persistence in fighting, and her never-give-up spirit were her most powerful weapons.

However, when his eyes fell on the Shura Umbrella in Yu Lingxi's hand, a wave of worry arose in his heart.

The Shura Umbrella is the Yu family's treasure, and its power is extraordinary.

No matter how much trust he had in Ling Jiuan, he could not ignore this fact.

"But, Senior Sister..."

Lei Tingyi murmured in a low voice, his tone revealing endless worry.

"Sister Lingxi's Shura Umbrella is not an ordinary item after all."

Zhong Ling sighed softly. She understood Lei Tingyi's feelings, but she also knew that this fight was an important test for Ling Jiuan and Yu Lingxi.

She could only stand by silently and cheer them on.

In the arena, the battle is still fierce.

The figures of Ling Jiuan and Yu Lingxi shuttled through the light and shadow, and every confrontation was full of unknowns and variables.

As expected, as the Shura Umbrella unfolded, a powerful pressure enveloped the entire arena.

As the umbrella rotated, it seemed as if an endless storm was brewing inside. Every swing was accompanied by a whistling wind, making Jiuan feel the pressure doubled.

Although he tried his best, the Akabane Sword in his hand turned into sharp sword lights, trying to break through the blockade of the Shura Umbrella, but every attack was cleverly resolved by the rotating umbrella surface, and even backfired on him.

Due to the serious injury, Jiuan's movements gradually became slow and his breathing became rapid.

Seeing this, Yu Lingxi curled up the corner of her mouth into a cold smile. She knew very well the power of the Shura Umbrella and was also aware of her own advantages at the moment.

She was not in a hurry to win, but slowly approached, using the power of the Shura Umbrella to gradually compress Ling Jiuan's movement space, leaving him nowhere to escape.

"Ling Jiuan, admit defeat."

Yu Lingxi's voice echoed in the arena with unquestionable majesty.

"You are not strong enough to compete with me."