I have the face of a great demon.

Liu Xingchen coldly stared at Yu Kun in front of him. He hadn't paid much attention to him before, but now that he looked at him carefully, he realized that Yu Kun was indeed a bit different.

His face bears some resemblance to Yu Kun's, but upon closer inspection, the differences are still apparent.

This person is not Yu Kun, but an imposter.

He was an accomplice recruited by Yu Kun, with the aim of defeating Liu Xingchen in this battle.

Liu Xingchen smirked coldly. "Since that's the case, don't blame me for being impolite."

He decided to reveal a little more of his strength, determined to defeat this fake Yu Kun.

Let's beat this fake Yu Kun up, then report him for impersonation, and make him regret it.

Yu Kun's face grew increasingly gloomy, his eyes revealing a hint of impatience and ruthlessness.

Suddenly, he moved and struck a pose that none of the new disciples could understand.

Deacon Liao was startled; this was…

He stared intently at Yu Kun; this man was probably up to something.

None of the disciples present understood Yu Kun's moves, but Liu Xingchen understood them at a glance.

The cold light of dawn!

This move is like a glimmer of cold light before dawn, incredibly sharp, capable of defeating an enemy in one strike. It is a unique skill that only formal disciples are qualified to master.

Tie Zhu suffered a loss because of this move yesterday.

Afterwards, his master explained the move to him in detail, not so that he could learn it, but so that he would know how to deal with it.

Tie Zhu demonstrated the stance for this move to Liu Xingchen and pointed out all the key points his master had mentioned.

Tie Zhu doesn't practice swordsmanship, so even if he knew the key points of this move, he couldn't execute it.

However, Liu Xingchen memorized the entire move and practiced it alone in his room for a long time after returning home. He had a very deep impression of the move, so he could recognize it at a glance.

To use such a powerful move against a newcomer, this imposter Yu Kun, who is likely a legitimate disciple, is clearly trying to kill him.

Since you want to play big, I, Liu Xingchen, will play along to the end!

He moved and assumed the same stance, intending to use the same move to compete with his opponent.

This was not Liu Xingchen being arrogant. With the subtle help of the spirit ghost, his internal strength had become quite profound, and he was fully confident that he could fight his opponent.

Senior Brother Qin was completely stunned.

How come both Yu Kun and Liu Xingchen can use Dawnbreaker?

Are they really newcomers?

In the blink of an eye, the gathering of the cold light of dawn was completed in just a few breaths.

Suddenly, the imposter Yu Kun leaped into the air, sword and all, and charged straight at Liu Xingchen. The wooden sword in his hand shot towards Liu Xingchen's chest like a flash of cold light.

Although it is just a wooden sword, with the support of internal energy, its power is in no way inferior to a finely crafted steel sword.

This is going to be a death trap!

This scene prompted several deacons to prepare to intervene, fearing that someone might actually die.

But at that moment, Liu Xingchen also made a move.

His movements were exactly the same as the imposter Yu Kun's, and the wooden sword in his hand was also pointed directly at the opponent, with the sword blade filled with internal energy that was no less than the opponent's.

Seeing this, the deacons knew that this was a true contest of strength, so they all stopped and stepped aside to wait for the outcome.

To the astonishment of the disciples, the two wooden swords clashed violently, tip to tip.

The wooden sword, being not made of steel, could not withstand the impact of the two powerful internal energies. In an instant, with a "crack," it shattered into countless flying wood chips.

Both the imposters Yu Kun and Liu Xingchen were forced back more than ten steps by the opponent's internal force before they could barely regain their footing.

This duel ended in a draw.

The imposter Yu Kun was panting heavily, his face filled with undisguised surprise.

He never expected that even after using his best move, he still couldn't defeat a newcomer who had only been practicing for six months.

This was simply unacceptable to him.

Liu Xingchen also felt a little regretful.

He underestimated the strength of the imposter Yu Kun. Had he known this, he shouldn't have held back.

If I had gone all out, that move wouldn't have been a draw; I would have defeated my opponent in one fell swoop and taught him a profound lesson.

The two no longer have the opportunity to fight each other.

Deacon Liao announced the suspension of the competition, then stared at Yu Kun and said:

"You are not Yu Kun. You are clearly a formal disciple who has been with the sect for many years. How dare you impersonate him to participate in the sect competition! What audacity!"

"Speak! Who are you? Why are you impersonating someone else?"

Seeing that he could no longer hide the truth, the imposter Yu Kun had no choice but to confess:

"Reporting to my master, this disciple is Yu Yong from the Azure Dragon Hall."

“Yu Kun is my younger brother. He knows he is not strong enough and is afraid of disgracing the family’s reputation, so he dared to ask me to do it for him. I know I was wrong and hope my master will forgive me.”

Upon hearing this, the other deacon seemed to suddenly realize something and slapped his forehead.

"I knew it! This kid looks familiar. It turns out he's Yu Yong from the Azure Dragon Hall! If I remember correctly, he's been a disciple for three years."

Only then did everyone realize that they were brothers who looked about 80% alike.

He covered his hair and pretended to look haggard, making people think that the change was due to an injury, thus concealing the difference between the two.

As long as he didn't say anything, no one really thought of that, and he got away with it.

Impersonating someone else to participate in the sect competition undermines the fairness of the competition and constitutes a serious act of cheating. Of course, Steward Liao, who is presiding over the competition, must make a ruling.

After considering for a moment, Deacon Liao announced in public:

"Liu Xingchen wins this match. Liu Xingchen has won all three matches and can be ranked as Grade A."

“Yu Kun found someone to impersonate him to participate in the sect competition, which violated the sect’s rules. He has been expelled from the sect.”

"As for Yu Yong."

Deacon Liao paused for a moment, then said:

“He is a formal disciple and is not within the scope of this competition, so I have no jurisdiction over him. I will report this to my superiors and have the Discipline Hall punish him.”

The verdict convinced all the newlyweds present, with only a few deacons showing a hint of disdain in their eyes.

The Azure Dragon Hall is the Disciplinary Hall. Letting them punish themselves will surely result in a high-handed approach followed by a lenient one.

This Deacon Liao was a shrewd man; knowing that the Azure Dragon Hall Master was not to be trifled with, he immediately distanced himself from the matter.

As expected, upon hearing Deacon Liao's punishment decision, Yu Yong showed no remorse whatsoever. He merely bowed to Deacon Liao and then leisurely left.

Deacon Liao watched Yu Yong's retreating figure, then glanced at Liu Xingchen, and thought to himself:

"To be able to fight to a draw with a formal disciple who has been in the sect for three years after only half a year of training, Liu Xingchen is truly a genius."

"The heads of the various halls will probably fight tooth and nail to take him; how can my little temple accommodate such a great Buddha?"

"Since they are not under my tutelage, why should I force myself to stand out?"

"If he joins the sect of a certain hall master in the future, someone will protect him."

The farce of impersonation has finally come to an end, and the arena has returned to its former order.

Yu Kun was exposed for cheating and lost face. He could only return to his disciples' residence alone with a heart full of resentment and shame, preparing to pack his bags and leave the sect in despair.

Everyone on the field had already turned their attention to the upcoming competition, and no one paid any attention to Yu Kun's dejected state.

However, the disgruntled disciple did not give up.

When he arrived at his disciples' quarters, his eyes darted around, a sly glint in them, as if he had come up with a new trick.

Instead of going into his own room, he turned around and walked towards Liu Xingchen's room.