"I wonder if the two senior brothers are willing to spar with me?" Lu Yi calmed his emotions and asked with a smile.


    Lu Ling and Wang Wulian exchanged glances and saw the eager expressions in each other''s eyes.


    Lu Ling smiled and said, "Of course! Back at White Sun Peak, I was deeply impressed by your White Cloud Sword Technique, which has reached the Perfection realm. I''ve been wanting to ask for guidance for a long time."


    Wang Wulian also laughed. "Me too! Today, my wish has come true."


    "In that case, why don''t the two senior brothers take turns?"


    "I''ll go first!" Wang Wulian declared immediately.


    Lu Ling glanced at Wang Wulian, shrugged, and had no objections.


    Lu Yi quietly issued a task to defeat Wang Wulian, with the reward being a Perfect Qi Condensation Pill, the same as for defeating Lu Ling.


    The two stepped onto the arena. Thousands of outer disciples gathered around to watch them and murmured among themselves.


    "Senior Brother Lu Yi has already reached the seventh layer of Qi Refinement."


    "Senior Sister Liu Ningshuang gave him a top-grade Qi Condensation Pill earlier! With Senior Brother Lu Yi''s talent, isn''t it normal for him to break through?"


    "I don''t envy Senior Brother Lu Yi''s talent. I envy that he caught Senior Sister Liu Ningshuang''s attention. How great would it be if she could just look at me once?"


    "...Go to sleep, brother. You can have anything in your dreams."


    "Speaking of which, who do you think is stronger—Senior Brother Lu Yi or Senior Brother Wang Wulian?"


    "Do you even have to ask? It''s definitely Senior Brother Lu Yi! The Perfection level White Cloud Sword Technique is legendary!"


    "But I think Senior Brother Wang isn''t weak. He''s already at the ninth layer of Qi Refinement and is said to be just one step away from reaching the tenth layer. His strength can''t be underestimated."


    "Let''s just watch and see!"


    "..."


    While the crowd discussed, Wang Xinqi and Lu Ling also conversed.


    Wang Xinqi curiously asked, "Senior Brother Lu, who do you think will win?"


    Lu Ling shook his head. "I don''t know. Logically speaking, I favor Wang Wulian, but the Perfection level technique is extraordinary. Junior Brother Lu Yi is not without a chance."


    Wang Xinqi looked at Lu Yi, full of envy. "So, does that mean Junior Brother Lu Yi already has the strength to rank in the top 100 of the outer sect? And he''s only at the seventh layer of Qi Refinement..."The tale has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.


    Lu Ling glanced at Wang Xinqi. "Can an ordinary seventh-layer Qi Refinement disciple compare to someone who comprehended the Perfection technique? It''s just that Junior Brother Lu Yi''s cultivation is a bit low right now. Once he reaches the eighth layer, he could even contend for the top outer disciple."


    "Hiss..." Wang Xinqi gasped, as if the air around him suddenly thinned.


    On the arena, Lu Yi and Wang Wulian faced each other. Wang Wulian drew his sword and smiled. "Junior Brother Lu Yi, my technique is the Flowing Wind Sword Technique, and I''ve mastered it to the Perfection level. Don''t hold back! I hope you can inspire me to break through to the Transformation level."


    Lu Yi casually drew his sword and smiled slightly. "Don''t worry, Senior Brother. I won''t hold back. I''m not that kind of person."


    Hmm... Using the level 7 White Cloud Sword Technique might be too overwhelming. Better not.


    Oh, and the White Cloud Footwork was upgraded to level 7 yesterday. If needed, I can use the level 6 version.


    Lu Yi pondered quietly.


    Hearing Lu Yi''s assurance, Wang Wulian was very satisfied. He circulated his spiritual energy and charged at Lu Yi. His green robe fluttered like the wind, and his figure was as swift as a shadow.


    Clearly, Wang Wulian''s footwork was well-trained too.


    At the higher levels of the outer sect, there were no obvious weaknesses. Both cultivation and techniques were refined; otherwise, they wouldn''t be able to rank in the top 100.


    For ordinary people, making it into the top 100 out of tens of thousands of outer disciples was already considered genius-level.


    However, despite Wang Wulian''s impressive speed, it was still lacking in Lu Yi''s eyes.


    Lu Yi maintained a calm expression, his sword vibrating slightly. The next moment, sword qi transformed into clouds, swirling forward.


    Clang! Clang! Clang!


    The two exchanged blows instantly, creating a series of collisions. Spiritual energy ripples spread outward, stirring the robes of the onlookers.


    Many disciples focused intently, hoping to gain insights from the Perfection level technique.


    On the arena, Lu Yi and Wang Wulian''s figures flickered rapidly. Their movements were so fast that they appeared ghostly to ordinary mortals. Even lower-level Qi Refinement disciples struggled to keep up.


    With each breath, several clashes resounded. Sword light gleamed coldly, and spiritual energy waves stirred the air, making the fight intense.


    Wang Wulian''s expression turned solemn as he fought with all his might. Meanwhile, Lu Yi remained calm, even finding time to admire Wang Wulian''s strength.


    Indeed, as an elite outer disciple, Wang Wulian was far stronger than Wang Xinqi—not just in cultivation and technique mastery but also in combat experience.


    Lu Yi admitted he lagged behind in experience, but his superior strength more than made up for it. Even without going all out, he maintained complete control.


    Absolute strength rendered fancy techniques meaningless.


    Lu Yi could have ended the fight in a few moves using the level 7 White Cloud Sword Technique, but he aimed to prolong the match for rewards. He didn''t want to discourage Wang Wulian and make him refuse future sparring.


    Wang Wulian was a great partner for earning rewards. Lu Yi intended to showcase his technique enough to keep things competitive without crushing his opponent''s confidence.


    After hundreds of exchanges, Lu Yi''s sword vibrated, dispersing cloud-like energy that deflected Wang Wulian''s blade.


    Seizing the opening, Lu Yi dashed forward like a streak of light and placed his sword against Wang Wulian''s neck.


    Wang Wulian froze, glanced at the sword, exhaled, and shook his head with a bitter smile. "I lost. Junior Brother Lu Yi, you''re truly amazing."


    Lu Yi smiled lightly. "Senior Brother, you''re strong too. I was just a bit luckier."


    "A loss is a loss. But this fight gave me a lot of insights. I need to go digest them." Wang Wulian hurried off, fearing his newfound understanding might slip away.


    Lu Yi checked his completed task, nodded, and said earnestly, "Go reflect, Senior Brother. Once you''re ready, we can spar again."


    Wang Wulian''s eyes lit up with excitement. "Really?!"


    Lu Yi nodded seriously. "Of course. Since you''ve gained insights, the least I can do is help you train."


    Wang Wulian was deeply touched, almost to the point of tears. "Junior Brother Lu Yi, you''re truly a good person! If you ever need anything, just let me know, and I''ll help without hesitation!"


    Lu Yi smiled warmly. "You''re too kind, Senior Brother. Go reflect now."


    Meanwhile, he was already preparing for his next task—defeating Lu Ling.