I Can See Your Combat Power
Chapter 1891 - 322: Pass

If Wang Xun’s intelligence is correct, the name of this sword is called "Trivial Matters."

When Wu Lan first heard this name, he scoffed at it, thinking the Unparalleled Wild King was terribly arrogant.

Because even the Divine Swords forged by the Yuanzhou’s Xu Clan were just named Clear Frost, Purple Seal, Flowing Firefly, and Flying Fire, emphasizing material or power.

Yet the Spiritual Sword hastily forged in one night by the Unparalleled Wild King claimed such a lofty name — "Trivial Matters" — a conceit that was simply laughable.

However, when Wu Lan genuinely saw this Divine Sword, he couldn’t laugh at all, nor could he shake the chilling feeling in his heart.

For Martial Ancestor-level warriors could sense the terrifying power condensed within the sword named "Trivial Matters."

The sea waves were not cleaved apart by the sword’s glow but retreated and scattered instead.

"Such a Divine Sword, if submerged in the ocean, would be such a pity!"

Involuntarily, such a thought flashed through Wu Lan’s mind, compelling him to draw closer to the nearly submerged Ping’an without realizing it.

...

The approaching malice of the strong was vividly clear in the mirrored reflection.

Mi Bai was naturally very worried, but with such a vast distance, he could do nothing.

But how could Wang Yu make baseless claims? Since it was said there is no risk, then it is guaranteed.

In an instant, Wang’s thought descended upon the sword, Trivial Matters. Immediately, Yang Fan, momentarily dazed, felt the sword in his hand completely slip from his control.

The Spiritual Sword seemed to have gained consciousness, adhering to him as it flew off the mast, plunging into the waves.

The salty and bitter waters of the Endless Sea invigorated Yang Fan’s spirit momentarily; the liquid clinging to his skin felt like countless gentle hands soothing his drained spiritual power.

Yang Fan, regaining some clarity, glanced around; the seabed was clearly visible due to the fiercely glowing Divine Sword.

The elemental water Spiritual Power entered the sea, spreading and shattering that which floated on the surface; the Spiritual Light turned into fragments and was devoured by the sea.

Then, a mighty force surged skyward, lifting Yang Fan, as the waves formed a throne, lifting the young man with a single hand holding high the Divine Sword above the surface.

The once towering ocean waves suddenly became calm, as though the apocalyptic scene just now had been mere illusion.

The fountain lifted Yang Fan higher, while Wu Lan’s expression grew increasingly grim.

The wind settled, the waves calmed, and the maritime disaster was completely averted; the muffled groans of Array Masters being struck back echoed faintly, and the towering column of water seemed to taunt the Fire Department’s design.

Reasoning at this moment seemed excessive; taking advantage of the black clouds’ cover, Wu Lan fiercely attacked using a secret technique to hide the Spiritual Light, aiming to slay Yang Fan directly.

To annihilate a mortal youth, a Martial Ancestor has ten thousand ways; thus, Wu Lan’s lips curled subtly as he watched Yang Fan perish in agony.

Yet against all odds, the Divine Sword, initially raised high above his head, suddenly flipped horizontally in front, "ding" thwarting the sneak attack Spiritual Art.

The sword, Trivial Matters, reacted violently to the attack, its inner-contained thunderous elemental principle fiercely retaliated, the intense lightning exceeded the sun’s brightness, illuminating the entire sea domain.

After the brief strong light faded, the black clouds above were dispersed, revealing several bewildered Array Masters, along with the Heavenly Patrol Divine Vessel of Wang Xun’s Fire Department higher up.

And nearby in the sky, a half-scorched man bore the agony, shouting crazily, "Kill him, for me, kill him!"

...

Unparalleled Academy, Dean’s Office

"The real trial is about to begin."

Scattering the Wang’s thought, Tang Luo said to Mi Bai, "Now, it depends on Yang Fan’s choices."

Mi Bai, watching the mirrored surface with worry, paused and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Now that he knows how to correctly use the Divine Sword, the choices have increased."

Tang Luo comfortably leaned against the backrest, his crossed fingers released and laid flat on the armrests on both sides, his fingers danced like playing piano keys, gazing at the young man in the reflected surface as if anticipating some great drama.

"The Headmaster seems very expectant?"

Mi Bai was somewhat puzzled.

"Seeing more possibilities is naturally worth expecting."

Tang Luo replied leisurely with a smile, "The world is often dull because choices are few. Many people’s kindness isn’t from intent but from lacking options. They possess strength over others yet lack the ruthless self-discipline within, thereby feigning compliance, hoping for goodwill while receiving the same from others."

"Yang Fan isn’t such a person."

Mi Bai confidently stated, "He’s different from other children; he possesses strength beyond others yet maintains strict self-discipline, and rarest, he considers others. If even such a child can’t pass the trial, then the trial itself must have issues."

Tang Luo, seldom hearing such resolute answers from Mi Bai, curiously asked, "You seem to have much faith in Yang Fan?"

"He’s a child Mi Bai has watched grow up from afar."

Mi Bai earnestly replied, "One who is unique, even after witnessing countless different children, remains memorable."

...

The Divine Sword has consciousness and has a correct way to open.

Unlike random slashing, now standing atop a water column, Yang Fan knows how to correctly wield the sword Trivial Matters in his hand.

Feeling the water column below him able to reshape at any moment according to his will, Yang Fan felt as if he had become the master of the Endless Sea.

Unlike Array Masters needing to borrow formations, the youth holding the sword felt an inexplicable connection with the Endless Sea.

This connection offered the youth more choices; for instance, now facing the slowly descending Heavenly Patrol Divine Vessel and the dozens to hundreds of figures flying out from it, Yang Fan was hardly afraid.

Fighting was impossible, especially after such a terrifying burst of elemental lightning only wounded but failed to kill those before him; who knows how many experts reside within the Heavenly Patrol Divine Vessel, so battling was not feasible.

But he could escape; beneath him was his homeland, and sinking into the seabed utilizing the Divine Sword would tremendously increase his chances of escape.

"Too bad I never learned multitasking."

Yang Fan glanced behind at the semi-submerged Ping’an, smirking as he tossed the Divine Sword behind him, then looked up, squinting, at the artful joint attack above with a roguish grin, twirling the sword into fascinating patterns, declaring, "Unparalleled Inner Court’s first disciple Yang Fan, at your esteemed offense."

The water column rising from the sea was the youth’s solitary path, behind the dazzling Spiritual Energy, the Ping’an was propelled by waves away from the battlefield, swift as a fish.

In the nine-tier White Jade Sword Pavilion council of Middle Ying City, observing the steadfast youth in the mirrored surface, the sect’s Sword Venerables and Sword Sect members raised their hands.

After several breaths, following the resolution of more than half the council members, the seated Langhuan Sword Master finally opened his eyes, blandly instructing the Sword Marshal, "Let the Cavalry act."