The Grand Disciple Tournament progressed rapidly.
With barely two hundred Foundation Establishment disciples participating, the early matches were run across four parallel floating platforms in the center of the valley, filling the air with four distinct, clashing storm fronts of Qi.
Lin Yao stood on Arena Three. Across from her, Sun Yuan, a disciple of Tiger Peak, drew his heavy iron saber. His 2nd-stage Foundation Establishment aura pulsed aggressively, heating the air around him.
"White Lotus Peak," Sun Yuan sneered, resting the flat of his blade on his shoulder. "I heard your peak master got lucky and formed a Foundation, but a trash peak is still a trash peak. Surrender now, girl, before I break your training sword and leave you crawling."
Lin Yao's face hardened, her eyes turning icy as she tightened her grip on the leather-wrapped hilt. In her mind, she remembered Su Ming's simple advice.
"Do not delay. Win quickly and cleanly."
"Begin!" the referee elder shouted.
