I walk sideways in the game world

Senior Brother Lieyang clutched his chest, blood seeping from between his fingers, staining his clothes red. A flash of shock flashed across his eyes, then gave way to blazing rage. "You actually..." He gritted his teeth, his voice low and menacing.

On the high platform, the sect leader observing the match stroked his beard, a flicker of admiration in his eyes. Elder Xuanfeng, standing nearby, nodded slightly, his expression serious, his gaze fixed on the two men on the ring, not daring to slack off for even a moment. Among the cheerleaders, Xia Lin clenched her fists nervously, her gaze never leaving Ren Xiaoyao's figure, silently praying for him. Senior Sister Lengyue stood with her arms folded, her expression stern, making it difficult to decipher her inner thoughts.

Finally, the showdown with Senior Brother Lieyang arrived. As soon as Senior Brother Lieyang took the stage, he exuded a powerful aura, like a volcano about to erupt, making people afraid to look directly at him. He looked at Ren Xiaoyao with disdain in his eyes, as if in his eyes, Ren Xiaoyao was just an ant that could be manipulated at will.

"The competition begins!" Elder Xuanfeng gave an order, and the atmosphere on the ring instantly froze.

Senior Brother Lieyang took the lead in launching an attack. His moves were swift and fierce, pouring down like a violent storm, each one aimed directly at Ren Xiaoyao's vital points. Ren Xiaoyao could only dodge continuously, his body erratic, like a leaf in the wind, struggling to weave through Senior Brother Lieyang's attacks.

The disciples around the arena held their breath, nervously watching this fierce competition. They knew that this match was not only about victory or defeat, but also about the status and honor within the sect.

Although Ren Xiaoyao was dodging, he did not give up looking for opportunities to counterattack. He observed Senior Brother Lieyang's moves, trying to find his flaws.

"Nothing more than that!" Seeing that Ren Xiaoyao kept dodging, Senior Brother Lieyang became even more contemptuous and attacked more fiercely.

Ren Xiaoyao seized an opportunity, suddenly accelerated, and the long sword in his hand turned into a silver light and pierced directly into Senior Brother Lieyang's chest.

However, Senior Brother Lieyang was prepared. He moved his body to the side and easily dodged Ren Xiaoyao's attack, while at the same time slapping Ren Xiaoyao on the shoulder with his backhand.

Ren Xiaoyao quickly stepped back, narrowly avoiding the palm strike.

"Hmph, a mere trifle!" Senior Brother Lieyang sneered and launched another attack.

Ren Xiaoyao tried to fight back, but Senior Brother Lieyang was very experienced and could easily resolve his attacks every time, and even take the opportunity to counterattack, making Ren Xiaoyao a little embarrassed.

"It seems that this is all you have." Senior Brother Lieyang looked at the disheveled Ren Xiaoyao, his tone full of sarcasm, "Next, I will let you see my true strength!"

Senior Brother Lieyang took a deep breath, gripped the long sword with both hands, and raised it above his head. A powerful aura burst out from him, and the air around him seemed to freeze.

He swung his long sword fiercely, and a dazzling blade light cut through the air and went straight towards Ren Xiaoyao... "Flames burning the sky!"

The blade flashed like a blazing lightning, carrying the power to burn the sky, heading straight for Ren Xiaoyao's face. Ren Xiaoyao's pupils suddenly contracted, not daring to take this domineering blow head-on. He retreated quickly, shaking the long sword in his hand, creating a sword flower, trying to resist some of the blade's energy.

"boom!"

The collision of blade and sword energy unleashed a deafening roar, and the surging air rippled through the air, rustling the clothes of the disciples surrounding the arena. Ren Xiaoyao's blood surged with the immense force, and he couldn't help but step back a few steps before finally stabilizing himself.

"Good!" Below the stage, the disciples supporting Senior Brother Lieyang burst into thunderous cheers. They waved their arms and excitedly shouted Senior Brother Lieyang's name, as if he had already won the final victory.

"Senior Brother Lieyang is so awesome!"

"Beat him! Beat him!"

Xia Lin stood in the crowd, anxiously gazing at the shaky figure on the stage, her heart thick with worry. She clenched her fists tightly and shouted, "Brother Xiaoyao, come on!" However, her voice was quickly drowned out by the deafening cheers.

Senior Sister Leng Yue still folded her arms, watching everything happening on the stage with a cold gaze. No one could see what she was thinking at the moment.

On the high platform, the sect leader stroked his beard, a flicker of worry in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure. He knew the real battle had just begun. Elder Xuanfeng, standing nearby, stared intently at the arena, not daring to relax for even a moment, fearing to miss a single detail.

Senior Brother Lieyang succeeded in his attack and became even more arrogant. He sneered at Ren Xiaoyao and said sarcastically, "What? Is this all you have? It seems that you are just like that!"

Ren Xiaoyao took a deep breath, calming the surging blood and qi within him. He knew he couldn't remain passive any longer, or he would surely lose. A gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and he trembled the sword in his hand once more. This time, his sword's force was no longer sharp, but gentle, like a spring breeze caressing a willow, soft and flowing.

"What kind of move is this?" Senior Brother Lieyang wondered, but years of combat experience taught him that he must not be careless. He cautiously took a step back, holding his long sword across his chest, ready to block Ren Xiaoyao's attack.

However, Ren Xiaoyao's sword did not attack him, but bypassed his long knife at an incredible angle and pointed directly at his chest.

Senior Brother Lieyang was horrified. He wanted to dodge, but found that his body seemed to be restrained by something and he could not move.

"How could this happen?" Senior Brother Lieyang was horrified.

At this moment, a strange smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Ren Xiaoyao's mouth, and he slowly uttered two words:... "It's over." "It's over." Ren Xiaoyao's voice was as light as a mosquito, but it was clearly heard by everyone present.

Senior Brother Lieyang's heart was filled with alarm, but he could not move. He watched helplessly as the seemingly gentle and weak longsword slowly pierced his chest in a strange trajectory.

At the critical moment, the long sword in Ren Xiaoyao's hand suddenly turned, and the sword tip passed by Senior Brother Lieyang's chest, causing a sharp pain.

"Hiss..." Senior Brother Lieyang took a breath and looked down. His clothes on his chest had been cut open and a trace of blood was faintly visible.

"That was a close call!" Senior Brother Lieyang thought to himself, a layer of cold sweat already breaking out on his forehead. He knew that if Ren Xiaoyao hadn't shown mercy, he would have been seriously injured.

"You..." Senior Brother Lieyang looked up at Ren Xiaoyao, his eyes filled with shock and confusion. He really couldn't understand how Ren Xiaoyao did it.

"Thank you for your kindness, senior brother." Ren Xiaoyao put away his sword and stood up, smiling at senior brother Lieyang.

Below the stage, the originally noisy disciples now quieted down, staring at everything that was happening on the stage in amazement, as if they had seen a ghost.

"This...how is this possible?"

"Senior Brother Lieyang actually lost?"

"Who is this kid? How can he be so powerful?"

For a moment, all kinds of discussions were heard, but no one could give a reasonable explanation.

Xia Lin's heart finally relaxed, and a joyful smile appeared on her face. She knew that Brother Xiaoyao would not let her down.

On the high platform, the Sect Master and Elder Xuanfeng were also shocked. They were all connoisseurs and could naturally tell that the moves Ren Xiaoyao had just displayed were definitely not the martial arts of their Qingyun Sect.

"Where on earth did this kid learn such a strange move?" The head of the sect marveled in his heart, and there was a bit more appreciation in his eyes when he looked at Ren Xiaoyao.

"It seems that we have all underestimated this kid." Elder Xuanfeng also sighed with emotion.

Senior Brother Lieyang took a deep breath to calm his surging blood. He looked at Ren Xiaoyao and asked in a deep voice, "What kind of move is this?"

Ren Xiaoyao smiled faintly and said calmly, "This move is called 'Xiaoyaoyou'. I accidentally realized it while practicing in the secret room."

"Xiaoyaoyou..." Senior Brother Lieyang muttered to himself, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes. He looked at Ren Xiaoyao and said in a deep voice, "Come again!"

Before he finished speaking, Senior Brother Lieyang flashed and attacked Ren Xiaoyao again. This time, his attack was even more fierce than before, and the blade flashed like lightning, as if he wanted to tear Ren Xiaoyao into pieces.

Ren Xiaoyao did not dare to delay and quickly swung his sword to resist.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

Swords clashed, sparks flew, and the two men intertwined their figures, engaging in a fierce fight on the ring.

Senior Brother Lieyang's swordsmanship is powerful and domineering, while Ren Xiaoyao's swordsmanship is light, elegant and unpredictable.

The two of them fought back and forth, and the fight was hard to resolve.

However, as time went on, Ren Xiaoyao gradually lost the upper hand.

After all, Senior Brother Lieyang was a genius disciple of the Qingyun Sect, and his strength was far beyond Ren Xiaoyao's reach. Although he was initially caught off guard by Ren Xiaoyao's "Xiaoyaoyou", he quickly recovered and began to fight back with all his strength.

Under Senior Brother Lieyang's fierce attack, Ren Xiaoyao gradually found himself unable to withstand it.

Senior Brother Lieyang slashed at Ren Xiaoyao's sword, directly knocking Ren Xiaoyao back several steps.

"puff!"

Ren Xiaoyao spat out a mouthful of blood and his face turned pale.

"Brother Xiaoyao!" Xia Lin exclaimed, feeling extremely anxious.

Senior Brother Lieyang did not give Ren Xiaoyao a chance to breathe. He flashed and rushed forward again. The long sword in his hand, with a sharp blade, chopped towards Ren Xiaoyao's head fiercely.

"go to hell!"