THE SWORD LEGEND WOEFUL GREAT WARHAMMER
The Unexpected Victory

Without another word, the two swordsmen collided in the third attack. Yes, this is already the last round of the fight. This round is the determination of who is the most superior.

Their swords met in a collision that produced a loud sound. Wang uses shrewd and controlled movements, trying to trap Aimeer in a fast attack network.

Wang Yin saw the perfect opportunity. He slid forward in a swift and smooth motion, executing the plan that had been formed in his mind. His sword swung with full skill trying to trap Aimeer in his trap.

“This is the opportunity!” wang in my heart.

Wang Yin noticed a narrow gap in Aimeer's defense. Quickly, he turned his sword and produced a distinctive movement.

Wang Yin felt an adrenaline rush culminating in her body as the fight reached its peak. His heart beat thumped, filling his ears with a rhythmic thump. He felt a burning energy traverse each fiber of his muscles, giving him astonishing speed and strength. This sensation filled his mind with a sharp focus, making him capture every movement and opportunity with almost instinctual precision.

Every attack Wang Yin made coincided with the vibration of the barrier light he had built up. Aimeer's body was trapped inside the light shield, bound and unable to move. Time seemed to slow down as Wang Yin took advantage of her advantage.

Within a limited three seconds, Aimeer's body was slumped helplessly. Aimeer desperately tried to wriggle and free himself from the light that enveloped his body, but his efforts were fruitless. He felt his limiting physical weakness, making him feel as if his body was becoming a burden he could not control.

“Wang Fucking Yin! Goddamnit!”

Wang Yin's sword attacks precisely hit his vital points, destroying Aimeer's defenses. All of that happened with the precision and expertise Wang Yin had taught her by her father.

The atmosphere was silent as Aimeer's feet came out of the arena's stage line.

“Let's cheer for our winner, Wang Yin!” MC with a loud voice.

“This battle was officially won by Wang Yin!”

However, the atmosphere among the spectators became awkward and tense. Some of those who had previously supported Aimeer instead began to ridicule Wang Yin in a cynical tone, not accepting the defeat of her idol so easily. They threw bitter words that tried to condescend Wang Yin. Meanwhile, some of the other spectators who were shocked by Wang Yin's success felt confused and did not know how to respond. They were divided between admiration for Wang Yin and disappointment over Aimeer's defeat, which they considered their idol.

“Ah, it's just sheer luck!” shouted a spectator, trying to humiliate Wang Yin.

“There's no way he's better than Aimeer! There must be a dirty trick behind it!” yell at the other.

Cynics and insults were heard among the audience who felt unacceptable with the outcome of this fight. Even though Wang Yin had shown her abilities without possessing the Soul Beast as well as her ingenious strategy in fighting were quite satisfactory, they seemed to be unable to accept Aimeer's defeat.

In that uneasy silence, Naevys and Zac felt resentful of the audience's condescending attitude toward their friend. Naevys stared intently at the audience, and in his gaze emanated courage and anger. He felt called to defend Wang Yin from the condescending onlookers.

With a sharp and creepy voice, Naevys spoke, “Be quiet, you are a bunch of shortsighted spectators! If you want to be a true spectator, appreciate the effort and success of the fighters on this stage. Stop your insults and start honoring those who have fought with dedication!”

Naevys' speech aroused embarrassment among some onlookers, who were pondering back their demeanor that demeaned Wang Yin. Some even gave a respectful applause in recognition of Naevys' courage and the justice he defended."

Aimeer felt a heartbreaking defeat within him. It felt like all his strength and efforts all along had been in vain. This failure shattered his confidence and shook his confidence as a warrior.

He felt annoyed, frustrated, and did not know he had to respond to this situation. As someone who usually always gets praise and victory, this defeat made him emotionally shaken. He looked towards Wang Yin, who remained calm and satisfied with his success. A mixed feeling of envy and awe flashed through Aimeer's mind.

From the very beginning of the fight between Wang Yin and Aimeer, the array of masters watching the battle from a distance seemed calm and attentive. Among them, Myrin was smiling with satisfaction when she saw Wng Yin in action on stage. His deep gaze was an aura of admiration towards Wang Yin's talent and skills.

Meanwhile, Leena with a sharp and soft padangan was talking, “It is hard to believe that she is still so young, but her ability has proven to exceed expectations.”

Hen Bun Xuashi remained silent and did not show any reaction. He looked at the fight with a deep gaze, as if pondering things deeper than just the outcome of the fight itself.

Leena approached him with a serious expression on her face. “Master Xuashi, this is a good time. Your promise to make Wang Yin your personal disciple must now be fulfilled,” Leena said firmly, reminding the mysterious master of the promise he had given.

Hen Bun Xuashi turned to Leena and after a while, he finally nodded slowly, “There is currently no other choice. The boy has already proved it.”

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Wang Yin stood alone in the middle of the vast silent garden, a dark night sky enveloping the surroundings. The dim moonlight illuminated his serious face, while the night wind whispered softly around him. In a calming silence, he held his sword tightly, contemplating the battle that had just occurred.

In his mind, Wang Yin recorded every detail of Aimeer's movements and strategies. He carefully analyzed every attack and defense that his opponent had made. Aimeer's defeat did not make him feel satisfied, but rather evoked his desire to understand the opponent's weakness.

Wang Yin took a deep breath, trying to recall each moment as they faced each other. He noticed small gaps in Aimeer's defense, a time when his opponent was too focused on the attack and forgot about his own protection.

He recalled the precious message his father had once taught such as ‘Preasure is the greatest weapon. Never rush into your attack. Observe and wait for the right moment to attack.’

His memory of his father warmed his heart in the cold middle of the night. He pondered those words attentively. Recalling the fight with Aimeer, he realized that the chance to fight actually appeared when the opponent vented his emotions.

"The opportunity is there when the opponent loses his emotional balance" Wang Yin continued, his voice slightly rising.

"They released their energy in vain, and that was the perfect time to attack. Because back then, they were unable to concentrate properly and their defenses weakened."

ang Yin realized that even though her abilities had been proven, her cultivation level was still low without the presence of the Soul Beast accompanying her. He felt a strong desire to increase his own strength and pursue a higher level.

Wang Yin returned to her training room hidden behind the garden. In the calmness of the night, he sat quietly in the middle of the room, bringing his mind into deep meditation. He focused his attention on the energy flowing within his body and flowing through each of his pores.

In the process of his cultivation, Wang Yin followed his father's instructions which he had been taught since childhood. He regulated his breathing, regulated the flow of qi energy within his body, and imagined how it flowed through his meridians. He entered a special state, reaching a higher consciousness.

As Wang Yin was immersed in her cultivation process, suddenly a strange sound broke the silence. An unusual chirping sound and captivated his attention. Wang Yin raised her head and was surprised to see an unusual bird flying in the air.

The bird is a rare and beautiful golden-haired Guinea Mynah Bird. With its wings emitting golden light, the bird looked so majestic and graceful as it crossed the night sky. Wang Yin felt stunned by the presence of the bird, as if there was a magical power accompanying it.

At that instant, the bird landed in front of Wang Yin meekly. His sharp eyes looked at Wang Yin as if it had a hidden meaning. Wang Yin felt that there was something special in that moment, an omen that could not be ignored.

Suddenly, the bird let out a loud voice that sounded like a mysterious message. His voice was as if speaking in a language that only Wang Yin could understand. His message sounded like a challenging gesture, calling Wang Yin to follow in his footsteps into an adventure that had yet to be revealed.

In that instant, the Guinea Mynah Bird jumped into the air, flew back and disappeared into the darkness of the night. Wang Yin was fixated, still digesting the unexpected message from the bird. What the hell is going on? What does the presence of the rare bird mean?