Oh no! I, the weakling, have become the villain!

What a disgrace! He probably won't rest in peace even in his grave.

However, Xu Yao's fist stopped abruptly just as it was about to land on its face.

That is, the middle-aged man's hair fluttered wildly a few times in the wind of the punch.

"I won't kill you today. I'll spare your life. After all, you're here to participate in the assessment. If I kill disciples during the assessment, I might not even be able to join the Qingyun Sect. So I won't do that. You can get lost now, if you can."

After saying this, Xu Yao turned his gaze to another man named Zhao Long. Zhao Long also looked at Xu Yao, but after looking at him, he turned his gaze back to the middle-aged man and then loudly mocked him.

"This is hilarious! You're supposed to be at the fourth level of Qi Refining, but it's no wonder. At your age, you're only at the fourth level of Qi Refining. It's truly shameful."

"You even said you could compete with me for first place, and look at you now, it's laughable. That kid even fought a Warcraft battle before, and he still managed to beat you up like this, don't you feel ashamed?"

As Zhao Long said these words, he laughed harder and harder, until finally he was clutching his stomach and laughing so hard that tears streamed down his face.

Seeing Zhao Long's expression, the middle-aged man became extremely angry and cursed at Zhao Long.

"You're just watching the show, aren't you? If you're so capable, why don't you go and do it yourself? You have no idea how powerful this guy really is. You'll be finished in the end too!"

"You've got to come on, old man."

Zhao Long shook his head dismissively at the middle-aged man, and then said...

"We're not the same. What's your strength and what's mine? Can we even be compared?"

But this is fine too. No matter how powerful this Xu Yao is, you've already used up a lot of his spiritual power. Once I defeat him, this longsword and Foundation Establishment Pill will both be mine.

Just thinking about it makes me happy, middle-aged man. You just watch my performance. Once I get the longsword and the Foundation Establishment Pill, I'll show off to you properly. I think you'll find it very exciting.

After saying that, Zhao Long drew his sword and pointed it at Xu Yao's brow, his eyes revealing a cold killing intent.

"Then let me play with you. Getting first place isn't an easy thing, at least not for you."

"To me? Well, I guess I'm just a lucky one. Even though you wield that low-grade Xuan-level longsword, which should be a great asset, I'm still far from being a worthy opponent."

After saying that, the guy named Zhao Xin attacked Xu Yao. Upon receiving Zhao Xin's move, Xu Yao frowned slightly. This guy was different from the main man. He was quite fast and his movements were quite graceful, but his strength was not very great.

Basically, his speed and agility are on the same level as mine, and on the same level as when I use the Wind Step.

In that case, I'll have to defeat this guy using swordsmanship.

The two immediately clashed, their swords exploding in a massive burst of sparks.

Amidst the sparks, the swords in the man's hands swiftly intertwined. After a while, both Xu Yao and the man had several wounds on their bodies, and they both staggered backward.

The man named Zhao Long stared intently into Xu Yao's eyes.

"What the hell is wrong with you? You killed so many magical beasts first, and then fought that middle-aged man. How do you still have so much stamina and spiritual power left?"

"What on earth happened to you? Your speed is keeping pace with mine! It's truly shameful. I'm a fourth-level Qi Refining cultivator, how can I be compared to you, a mere first-level Qi Refining cultivator?"

Hearing what this guy said to him, Xu Yao just sneered.

"Then you'll have to ask yourself, maybe you're just too incompetent?"

"What did you say? Say it again and see!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Long was so angry he almost spat out blood. He glared angrily at Xu Yao's movements, trying to see through him, but how could Xu Yao be so easily seen through?

This time, Xu Yao launched the first attack, swinging his sword at Zhao Long. Seeing this, Zhao Long immediately swung his sword, trying to block Xu Yao's attack and at the same time find an opportunity to launch a counterattack.

The sound of longswords clashing against each other rang out continuously. At that moment, Zhao Long felt that he had discovered a weakness in Xu Yao's defenses.

After dodging Xu Yao's sword, he thrust his own sword at Xu Yao's left shoulder, a smug look appearing in his eyes.

"Yes, I succeeded!"

"Are you sure?"

At that moment, Xu Yao, with a cold smile, retorted with a question.

Upon hearing Xu Yao's words, Zhao Long was momentarily stunned.

At that moment, he witnessed Xu Yao forcefully catch his longsword with his left shoulder.

Zhao Long saw the sword pierce Xu Yao's left shoulder, and for a while, Zhao Long was unable to pull his sword out.

Upon witnessing this scene, Zhao Long's pupils suddenly contracted. He simply couldn't believe that Xu Yao would use such a tactic of trading injury for an opportunity to fight him. What a reckless madman!

Having lost his longsword, he was momentarily at a loss as to how to attack Xu Yao, while Xu Yao was already smiling at him.

"Looks like you're not all that great. Once you lose your sword, you don't know how to fight me anymore? If that's the case, then you've already lost."

After saying this, Xu Yao's left hand suddenly landed on Zhao Long's shoulder, pulling Zhao Long sharply to the side. Then, he suddenly slammed his hand into Zhao Long's chest, activating the Tiger Subduing Fist technique.

Upon witnessing this scene, Zhao Long's pupils suddenly contracted, and he instinctively swung his fist, aiming to punch Xu Yao's fist.

He tried to forcefully stop Xu Yao's fist, but how could he possibly know the power of Xu Yao's fist, since Xu Yao had activated a combat technique?

Their fists collided, and a loud bang was heard, followed by the sound of bones cracking, and then Zhao Long's miserable scream.

Because of that punch, Zhao Long's entire arm was broken, and he was in so much pain that he was sweating profusely.

Before he could regain his footing, Xu Yao's fist came crashing down on his body again, another bang.

Zhao Long let out an even more miserable howl as fists continued to strike his body.