The Holy Prince was one of them.
Those who could sit on the judging panel were naturally people with extraordinary identities.
The status of a Holy Prince was very high in the Holy Gate. Even the elders didn't dare to slight a Holy Prince. After all, he had a high chance of becoming the Gate Master in the future.
However, there were also other situations. For example, the word 'Holy' was too weak. It was only a matter of time before it was replaced. Naturally, some capable people wouldn't be so accommodating.
The distance between the Holy Prince and the Gate Master was very far, unimaginably far. The main reason was that it would take a long time, and anything could happen.
Unless it was a heaven-defying genius, a monstrous Holy Prince. Such a person could have ascended to the Gate Master's position a long time ago.
"Now, it's a one-on-one battle. I've already stated the rules. Let's begin."
After a short moment of silence, a man walked up.
"I am Clear Sky City's Wang Yixu. Which brother would like to exchange pointers with me? I am not an expert, so please be magnanimous and let's fight evenly!" The man cupped his fists towards the crowd.
Laughter broke out. Wang Yixu was right, but there were people who liked to go against him.
"Let me!"
As the voice faded, a young man walked up.
"That's the young master of Resistance Wind City. He is very strong."
"Of course he is. Resistance Wind City is one of the top five cities in the Holy City. Look at the judging panel. One of them is from Resistance Wind City."
"If this young master is so strong, why does he want to go up? Didn't he say that it would be evenly matched? "
"Are you sick? Whatever he says is true. If he asks you to admit defeat, do you want to admit defeat? "
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Wang Yixu's face turned ashen when he saw the young man. However, he had no choice. They weren't on the same level, and there was no suspense in the battle. Admit defeat was a disgrace to a cultivator.
"Are you going to admit defeat or fight? Punches and kicks are silent. Don't take offense if I injure you." The young master smiled.
This was a threat.
Wang Yixu's face turned ugly. This young master's reputation wasn't good, and he was a hedonistic son. But even so, he was much stronger than him.
"I am a cultivator. I won't retreat even if I die." Wang Yixu puffed out his chest.
The young master sneered, "Good, you have guts. I hope you don't admit defeat later!"
Shua!
The battle began.
Bang!
With just one move, Wang Yixu was sent flying. He rolled on the ground like a gourd, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.
Wang Yixu was also feeling bitter in his heart. He had a cheap mouth. Why had he said those words? Wouldn't it have been better to just fight? That way, he could have admitted defeat. After all, the difference in strength was too great. Admitting defeat wouldn't be shameful, and his state of mind wouldn't be affected.
Now it was hard to get off the tiger.
Many people below couldn't bear to watch this. In the end, Wang Yixu was beaten until he fainted. However, the little prince of Resistance Wind City didn't stop until he was shouted at to stop.
"If I'm strong enough, I'll definitely teach him a lesson."
"Forget it. There's a reason why the Young Master of Resistance Wind City is so arrogant."
"Oh? What's the reason? "
"He's one of the Saint's men. This time, he's here to beat some people up."
"Come on, An Jin, let's compete." A man walked up.
"Haha, there's going to be a good show."
"What's wrong?" someone asked curiously.
"Do you know who's on stage?"
"Jian Ming of Sword Willow City."
"Right, then you should know one of the prospective Saint's men."
"Oh, I understand. Sword Demon, the one who is said to have a high chance of replacing the Saint."
"Right, Jian Ming and Sword Demon are both from Sword Willow City's Jian Family."
Resistance Wind City's Prince An Jin looked at Jian Ming and smiled coldly. He walked down, "I just finished fighting and have no time to bother with you."
"Coward, you only know how to bully the weak. What a joke." Jian Ming sneered in disdain.
An Jin's footsteps halted. Naturally, any man wouldn't be able to take it. No one wanted to be called a coward. The reason why Wang Yixu gritted his teeth and endured was because he didn't want to be called a coward.
Let alone An Jin. He was from a big family and if he didn't do anything after being called a coward, he would probably be punished when he returned home.
Hence, he stopped quietly.
It was okay to be beaten up. Between martial artists, it wasn't shameful to lose, lose, or get injured. However, not daring to fight, not daring to fight even after being scolded. Swallowing humiliation and being a coward was the most shameful thing.
If one was being chased and there was a huge difference in strength, it was normal for one to flee.
In such a challenge, the gap wasn't huge, especially when the two families' statuses were similar. If one didn't accept the challenge, it would be really embarrassing.
An Jin gritted his teeth and could only fight.
On the judging panel, the Saint's expression was the same, but his eyes were cold.
The battle started. Jian Ming's sword was like a dragon coming out of the ocean. It was shockingly fast and had a mysterious rhythm to it.
Sword Willow City's Jian Family was famous for their swords. They cultivated the Willow Brushing God Sword.
The Willow Brushing God Sword focused on focus, then speed, then moves, and finally strength.
An Jin couldn't handle it at all.
Pu pu!
The sword was as elegant as a dragon. Its aura was like a rainbow, its speed was like lightning, and its sharpness was like a soaring dragon.
Qinchuan's eyes lit up. Jian Ming's attainments in the Sword Dao were not bad.
The Forging God Sword Hammer could be called a sword or a hammer. Qinchuan looked at that person's Sword Dao and his mind lit up.
The sword was like a swimming dragon, it had speed, moves, and strength.
Qinchuan had all of these, and Qinchuan believed that he could use them better than him.
He just didn't think that he could use this method to fuse them into the Yin Yang God Forging Hammer.
That power definitely couldn't be underestimated. Qinchuan was a little excited just thinking about it.
It was also beneficial to watch others fight. Even if it was someone weaker than him, he could sometimes gain a lot of inspiration.
An Jin was constantly bleeding from Jian Ming's sword.
He couldn't fight back at all.
"I admit defeat!" An Jing admitted defeat.
The battle between the two was actually to force the other party to admit defeat.
"Good, good fight! Jian Ming, good job!"
"That's great, that An Jin really deserves a beating. It's best if he's crippled."
Jian Ming was declared the winner.
At this moment, another person walked up.
Everyone's expressions were interesting.
It was a big guy, a ferocious-looking fatty. He was half the height of a normal person and his thick body was round like a huge water tank.
He held a giant sword in his hand.
This sword was really huge, three meters long, a foot wide, and as thick as a fist.
"This is someone from Resistance Wind City's An Family."
"An Family and Jian Family are fighting."
"What's so strange about that? It's like this every time. However, can this fatty defeat Jian Ming?"