Changes in the Attitude of the Law Enforcement Hall Disciples

The thought had barely crossed their minds when they suppressed it.

How could someone as capable as the Second Elder misjudge a disciple's talent?

They felt like they had been tricked, but they didn't believe the Second Elder would lie to them.

These conflicting emotions churned within them, leaving them momentarily at a loss for how to react. They could only stare blankly at the figure wielding the sword in the arena, unable to utter a single word.

During the battle, Zhou Lingxuan really enjoyed himself; he could hear all the sounds.

It was an extremely mysterious feeling, as if everything around me had become incredibly clear, yet it wasn't noisy in the usual sense.

He could hear the rhythm of his own heartbeat, the rush of blood through his body, and every cracking sound of the earth beneath his feet.

Even the faint howl of the Hidden Wind Wolf's claws slicing through the air reached their ears without the slightest error.

It wasn't the sound of wind coming from all directions, but the sound of the sword breathing.

The Qingfeng Sword seemed to come alive; its blade trembled very slightly in his palm, as if it had its own heartbeat.

He could feel the sword's emotions flowing within him—that pent-up desire, that thirst for blood, all transmitted little by little through his palm into his heart.

The Qingfeng Sword was telling him how to use it as a weapon and how to unleash its full power! This feeling was indescribable, yet it truly existed.

With each swing of his sword, he seemed to understand something a little more; the awkwardness between sword and hand was disappearing at a visible speed.

It was as if this was not a life-or-death struggle, but a tacit understanding and collaboration between him and Qingfeng Sword.

The Hidden Wind Wolf was already injured, and Zhou Lingxuan was shameless, targeting its weak points with every move.

Before the wound on his left foreleg had even stopped bleeding, his sword tip was already aimed at that wound again.

The Hidden Wind Wolf convulsed in pain, forced to divert its attention to protect its wounds. In the process, it couldn't attend to its own injuries, and Zhou Lingxuan's sword flashed, adding another wound to its ribs.

This kind of fighting style is not exactly honorable, but when it comes to life and death, who has the mind to pay attention to those fancy rules?

However, after a few dozen moves, Hidden Wind Wolf could no longer hold on and his body began to sway.

Its four legs felt as heavy as lead, making each movement increasingly difficult. Blood mixed with bits of flesh dripped from its wounds onto the ground around it with each movement, filling the air with a pungent, fishy stench.

Its eyes began to glaze over, and the figure in its field of vision would occasionally appear double. Its once agile dodging movements became sluggish and stiff.

A pair of vertical pupils looked at Zhou Lingxuan with apprehension. Those once fierce and ruthless beastly eyes now held little killing intent, only deep fear and a desire to retreat.

It clearly felt death approaching, a sense of oppression more intense than any battle it had ever faced in its life, causing the fur on its entire body to stand on end involuntarily.

Its animal instincts told it to retreat quickly; the person in front of it was far beyond its ability to fight.

This intuition is ingrained in their very bones; every monster that grows up in the wilderness has survived to this day thanks to this instinctive power.

It knows that when faced with an invincible opponent, the only correct choice is to flee, to flee with all its might.

But its body was no longer under its control; its two front legs could barely exert any strength, and Zhou Lingxuan's sword always managed to block its most likely escape route, leaving it unable to see even its last chance to survive.

Then he increased his speed again, but with both of his forelimbs crippled, he couldn't run for long at all.

The Hidden Wind Wolf tried desperately to accelerate, but every time its front paws touched the ground, a piercing pain shot through it, causing it to stagger and nearly fall over.

The speed that was once a source of pride has been almost completely lost due to these injuries, leaving only a pathetic struggle.

Its hind legs were still mechanically pushing against the ground, but its whole body seemed to be spinning in place, sinking deeper and deeper into the strangulation trap that Zhou Lingxuan had set up for it.

Zhou Lingxuan deliberately restricted its escape routes, gradually cornering it.

Each swing of his sword perfectly blocked one of the Hidden Wind Wolf's paths, leaving it with no choice but to retreat.

The escape route shrank inch by inch until only a steep mountain wall remained behind them, leaving them with nowhere to retreat.

Hidden Wind Wolf finally understood that he was like being tightly bound by an invisible rope, and the more he struggled, the tighter it became.

As the game progressed and the glimmer of victory appeared, Zhou Lingxuan became increasingly cautious, entirely on guard against the Hidden Wind Wolves' final counterattack.

He knew all too well that the closer a monster was to death, the less likely it was to give up and wait to die; a cornered beast would fight back, and it was often more dangerous than usual.

His swordplay was no longer as aggressive and sweeping as before; instead, it was more composed and patient. He controlled the rhythm of the battle with ease, his sword strokes controlled by the opponent.

He tightened the encirclement, cutting off all escape routes and leaving Hidden Wind Wolves no chance to turn the tide.

They completely blocked all of the Hidden Wind Wolf's escape routes, leaving it with no hope of victory.

The mountain wall blocked its back, the pool water blocked its sides, and Zhou Lingxuan in front of it was more like an invisible wall of bronze and iron. No matter how much it bared its teeth, growled, and struggled, it could not find even the slightest opening.

The Hidden Wind Wolf was trembling all over, and its eyes revealed despair.

His previously arrogant and domineering aura instantly vanished, and his whole body trembled incessantly.

However, Zhou Lingxuan showed no pity whatsoever in the face of the other party's retreat.

With a swift stroke, the Hidden Wind Wolf's life was ended!

The moment the blade pierced its throat, the Hidden Wind Wolf stared wide-eyed in disbelief, its hind legs twitching unconsciously twice before finally falling silent.

Such a decisive and efficient action would not be criticized by anyone if it were done by a skilled person, but the problem is that Zhou Lingxuan is just a newcomer!

But now Zhou Lingxuan's methods are so skillful that they leave people speechless, and even make them stare wide-eyed.

To be honest, at first they thought the other side's strength was nothing.

Everyone knows that Zhou Lingxuan is just a steward with very poor talent.

However, along the way, it seems that apart from lacking talent, Zhou Lingxuan is quite skilled in this area!

He doesn't seem like a newcomer; he's more like a seasoned disciple with considerable skill!

It should be noted that Zhou Lingxuan's strengths lie in external techniques like Qi Refining, rather than any other methods.

They kept their hands on their sword hilts, ready to strike at the first opportunity!

In the end, they not only didn't get a chance to make a move, but were also left speechless.

They watched as Zhou Lingxuan became ruthless and calculating, ultimately gaining the upper hand in the fight!

At this moment, they truly felt that their long-held faith had cracked, and all their words had gone astray.

You should know that all they've been taught is the theory of talent!

Zhou Lingxuan never approached the pool of water in the end, nor did he ask the people from the Enforcement Hall to help him obtain the demon core. Instead, he did everything by himself.