Chapter 337: A Weird Outfit
As Yang Xiu stepped onto the arena floor, she could barely contain her excitement. Finally. The Qi Gathering division had taken forever, and then, she’d had to wait days because of her byes. She just wanted to fight.
Her left hand held her bow, and she raised it high in the air. Her fellow Rising Tide Sect members went wild. Even some of the Poison Claw Sect members cheered. Better, lots of Jade Chameleons and Swift Blizzards looked quite irritated.
All in a good day’s work.
She examined her opponent. He wore the gray robes of the Jade Chameleon Sect and was, honestly, kind of scrawny. Probably not someone who relied on physical might. That inference was backed up by the lack of a weapon, though he could simply be keeping one stored in his ring until just before the match started.
Next, she extended her spiritual sense toward him. The first thing she detected was just how small his qi pool was. Like tiny. Smaller even that Kang Lin’s. Yang Xiu had at least three times as much available.
The second thing she detected was the boy’s aspect. She got the feel primarily of Wind but with a hint of Illusion. Interesting.
Surely, the people manipulating the tournament brackets didn’t think she would lose to that little guy just because his element was strong against hers. Surely not. Really.
Maybe he had some kind of hidden trick that he’d pull out to make the contest interesting. Hopefully.
Soon, it was time to begin the match. Remembering Master’s words, Yang Xiu politely bowed to her opponent when it was the proper time to do so. He didn’t even give her a nod. Instead, he simply stared at her like she was something yucky that he’d stepped on and was inconveniently stuck to his shoe.
Master truly didn’t seem to care about face, but she’d read too many stories about cultivators to ignore her opponent’s provocation. He’d pay for his insult. He’d pay dearly.
The official signal started the contest, and she immediately launched an arrow, curious as to what he would do.
He … gradually formed a crescent of air and propelled it at her, similar to Master’s Wind Slash only much, much weaker. And slower.