One Person: Revitalize the Sword Sect, Start with the Sword Challenge of the Ten Lords

"My heart is like a bright mirror, and my stick sweeps away the haze from all directions." Zhang Lingyu spoke with a Zen-like tone, and each stick movement contained his profound understanding of martial arts and his desire for victory.

Gao Ning was caught between two opposing sides, having thought his own courage alone would be enough to shake his opponent, but he had never imagined that Ye Lin and the other two would coordinate so seamlessly, leaving him no chance to breathe. Sweat streamed down his forehead, and every bit of energy he consumed reminded him of the cruelty of reality.

At this moment, Gao Ning's gaze involuntarily drifted to Xia He, who was watching the fight from the sidelines. She still looked indifferent, her red lips slightly parted, her eyes flickering with a hint of amusement and indifference.

"Xia He, help me..." Gao Ning whispered almost in a pleading tone, but Xia He just shook her head slightly, with a subtle smile on the corner of her mouth, as if she was enjoying this good show that was about to end.

"Gao Ning, you have to walk your own path." Her voice was not loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly, with an indescribable charm.

Gao Ning felt a pang of bitterness in his heart, realizing that at this moment he could only rely on himself. He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the fatigue and pain in his body, and a look of determination flashed in his eyes.

"Alright! In that case, I, Gao Ning, will see today if there really is an irreversible desperate situation in this world!"

Gao Ning's eyes burned with an unyielding fire. Even though the sword in his hand had broken into several pieces in his desperate struggle, he had no intention of retreating.

The fragments drew several sharp tracks in the air, as if they were the voice of his heart unwilling to sink, and at this moment of life and death, it turned into the most determined counterattack.

"Lu Jin, Zhang Lingyu, Ye Lin, even though I, Gao Ning, was defeated today, I will never accept my fate!" With this shout, those seemingly powerless sword pieces were controlled by Gao Ning and were wrapped in a powerful Qi. Like sharp arrows in a strong wind, they pointed directly at the three masters.

A hint of surprise flashed across Lu Jin's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure and said calmly, "Your courage is commendable, but unfortunately, the gap in strength is so great that it's hard to achieve anything with just this kind of means."

Ye Lin's body was erratic, and he nimbly avoided a flying sword tip. At the same time, he swung the long whip in his hand, weaving a net in the air, intending to trap the free sword pieces.

Zhang Lingyu was more direct. His white robe fluttered without a breeze, and the fluctuations of his Qi grew stronger. He said in a deep voice, "Gao Ning, the gap between you and me didn't form overnight. Let go of your attachment. It will be better for both of us."

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Lingyu suddenly took a step forward, and the Qi field around him was like a vast ocean, instantly sucking in several sword blades and dissolving them into nothingness.

Gao Ning saw this, and the struggle and despair in his heart almost overwhelmed him, but he forced himself to calm down. In that split second, a thought flashed through his mind. It was what his master had once told him - surviving in desperate situations often depends on changing tactics.

"Really? Then I'll show you what a Jedi counterattack is!" Gao Ning's voice was a little more determined. He quickly formed seals with his hands, and the Qi in his body surged, guiding the controlled sword blades to make an incredible turn.

"Swirling sword shadow!" With Gao Ning's low shout, the sword that was originally heading towards Lu Jin and the other two suddenly turned back in mid-air, as if given life, and attacked the three masters from an unexpected angle.

"What?!" Lu Jin and others obviously did not expect such a change. For a moment, the situation on the field became tense and strange.

At this moment, the sword blades, as if pulled by thin threads, drew precise and dangerous arcs around them, forcing the three of them to concentrate fully to avoid being hurt by this sudden change.

"Gao Ning, what are you doing..." Ye Lin's surprise was beyond words. He had not expected that this young junior could burst out with such amazing creativity in such a desperate situation.

"I haven't lost yet!" Gao Ning's voice came through the sword shadow, with unquestionable determination.

His figure appeared and disappeared in the sword shadows, as if blending into the chaos of the moment, showing his unprecedented tenacity and wisdom.

Just as the battle reached its climax and the three were busy fending off the swirling sword shadows, Gao Ning's voice rang out again, but in a completely different tone—calm and confident:

"Now, it's my turn to fight back."

"Zhang Lingyu, pay attention!" Ye Lin keenly caught the flaw in Gao Ning's intention and hurriedly warned him. But before he finished speaking, Gao Ning's sword energy surged, condensing into a dazzling beam of light, pointing directly at Zhang Lingyu's heart.

Zhang Lingyu's pupils shrank sharply. He could sense the determination and oppression contained within that force. Without hesitation, he quickly mobilized the power of Yang Wu Lei within him, preparing for a head-on confrontation. Lightning wrapped around his fist, arcs crackling like an angry dragon in a raging wind, and he roared, "Come on! Let's see which is faster, your sword or my thunder!"

However, when Yang Wu Lei struck the sword energy, it was like being thrown into an endless abyss, swallowed up silently and without even a ripple. Zhang Lingyu's face turned pale, and an unprecedented sense of frustration surged in his heart.

At this critical moment, a nimble figure appeared out of nowhere. Ye Lin waved the sword in his hand. Wherever the sword went, the air seemed to be cut open. He stood in front of Zhang Lingyu who was about to suffer a fatal blow.

"Gao Ning, that's enough!" Ye Lin shouted in a deep voice, his eyes filled with both blame and admiration for the younger generation. "Your growth is amazing, but this is not the way to resolve this issue between us."

Gao Ning paused, his concentrated strength slowing, the sword light gradually dissipating. He panted, his gaze flickering between Ye Lin and Zhang Lingyu, a complex emotion flickering in his eyes. "I understand," he finally whispered, his voice filled with reluctance to fight and apology to his companions, "but I must prove myself."

"There are many ways to prove yourself," Ye Lin smiled lightly, sheathed his sword, turned around and said to Zhang Lingyu, "Zhang Lingyu, you owe me a favor this time."

Zhang Lingyu smiled bitterly and nodded. He was a little unaccustomed to the feeling of being rescued so suddenly, but he was more grateful. He knew that Ye Lin's strength far exceeded theirs, and his intervention at this critical moment made him feel ashamed and fortunate.

Late at night, the moon was hidden and the stars were dim, and a depressing atmosphere filled the woods.

The leaves rustled in the breeze, as if foreshadowing the fierce battle that was about to take place. Gao Ning was still panting, his eyes flashing with determination in the night. Even facing a powerful enemy, he was unwilling to give up.

"Lu Jin, do you really want to do this?" Gao Ning's voice penetrated the silent forest with a hint of helplessness.

Lu Jin's figure appeared particularly solemn in the moonlight. His body was emitting a faint white light due to the activation of the third level of reverse life. It was a manifestation of the surging power and his persistence in victory.