Godly Naughty Kids System

"I have the knife skill book Eldest Martial Brother gave me. Why would I be afraid of you, Wen Xiaojue?"    

    

Xue Ziqian did not say it out loud. He just repeated it silently.    

    

"Shameless boasting!" A trace of a cold smile flashed across Wen Xiaojue's face.    

    

A few months ago, Xue Ziqian was beaten up like a dead dog by him. Today, he actually started to be arrogant again?    

    

What nonsense are you talking about? After three days of separation, you should look at me in a new light. Pah!    

    

Wen Xiaojue thought in his heart, and the expression on his face became more and more disdainful.    

    

"Senior Brother Wen, you can do it!"    

    

"Beat Xue Ziqian up! Star Seizer Pavilion will win! Senior disciple Wen will win!"    

    

"Picking stars with a flip of his hand, plucking flowers with a flip of his hand, senior disciple Wen will crush the Hundred Flowers Sect and hang Xue Ziqian!"    

    

"Mighty senior disciple Wen! Let this trash, Xue Ziqian, taste the power of your Lightning Sword!"    

    

All of a sudden, the disciples of the Star Seizer Pavilion burst into an uproar.    

    

This battle was crucial to whether the Star Seizer Pavilion could continue to obtain the qualifications to become one of the four major sects. The disciples of the Star Seizer Pavilion, who had been quiet all this while, couldn't help cheering for Wen Xiaojue!    

    

The corner of Wen Xiaojue's mouth curled into a complacent smile.    

    

Clang!    

    

He waved his hand, and the lightning sword in his hand instantly left its sheath!    

    

The tip of the sword was pointed at Xue Ziqian, and Wen Xiaojue's proud voice rang out.    

    

"Trash, draw your sword!"    

    

His voice was full of disdain. Anyone could hear it.    

    

The disciples of the Hundred Flowers Sect were furious when they heard this.    

    

You, Wen Xiaojue, are too arrogant! Senior Xue is a core disciple of the Hundred Flowers Sect, but you dare call him a trash?    

    

Xue Ziqian's eyes started to turn cold.    

    

Anyone would have a temper.    

    

Although he, Xue Ziqian, had always been gentle, the Wen Xiaojue in front of him had already scolded him as a trash in front of everyone. This was simply an insult to him!    

    

This was intolerable!    

    

He roared furiously in his heart. Xue Ziqian pulled out the long blade in his hand with a clang.    

    

"Today's battle, I will bring justice to my name, I want justice for my Hundred Flowers Sect! "I, Xue Ziqian, am not a trash, my Hundred Flowers Sect is not a weak chicken!"    

    

He held the long blade in his hand. A sense of pride surged out from Xue Ziqian's heart.    

    

"I'll let you have three slashes!"    

    

Wen Xiaojue still didn't put Xue Ziqian in his eyes.    

    

His expression was extremely arrogant, as if he didn't mind letting a trash like Xue Ziqian have three strikes.    

    

"Since that's the case... Then I... won't be polite!"    

    

The moment he said those words, the long blade in Xue Ziqian's hand instantly slashed towards Wen Xiaojue.    

    

Sizzle sizzle!    

    

A sharp sound of air being torn could be heard.    

    

The long blade cut through the air. The sound of the saber cutting through the air turned into a sharp and piercing cry!    

    

Wu!    

    

A cold light flickered, and the sound shook the nine heavens. It was all-conquering!    

    

The long blade carried an unstoppable momentum as it hacked down with a loud bang!    

    

Wen Xiaojue's pupils constricted violently.    

    

When did this trash become so powerful?    

    

"If I were to simply dodge this strike of his, I wouldn't be able to dodge it!"    

    

With a thought, Wen Xiaojue raised his hand and the Lightning Sword in his hand moved to meet Xue Ziqian's blade.    

    

Ding!    

    

A clear sound of metal colliding was heard!    

    

Xue Ziqian's blade was blocked!    

    

However, two red clouds unconsciously appeared on Wen Xiaojue's face.    

    

He had gone back on his word. He had agreed to let his opponent attack three times. He didn't expect that with just the first strike, he would be forced to use his sword!    

    

The disciples of the various sects were in an uproar.    

    

"Wow, Wen Xiaojue broke his promise!"    

    

"What a disgrace! If you can't do it, then don't talk big!"    

    

"I never thought that Xue Ziqian's first strike would force Wen Xiaojue to defend himself. This is going to be a good show!"    

    

"I have a feeling that Wen Xiaojue won't easily win this match!"