As tensions and emotions ran high in one part of the competition, the second round of matches continued with fervor elsewhere. The cheers were incessant, and the atmosphere lively. Lu Fanzhi made it through the first round, but luck was not on her side in the second as she faced off against Yan Ying and suffered a crushing defeat.
With wobbly legs, she descended from the stage and leaned against Luo Jinxiao’s shoulder, wailing.
"Jinxiao, that Yan Ying is awful. She's too strong, and her sword is a good one, too. It hurt my hands so much..." she whined.
Luo Jinxiao patted her consolingly, "It's okay, we’ll go back and keep training. Someday, you’ll be able to beat her."
"Beat me? In your next life, maybe," a voice sneered from behind. Luo Jinxiao turned to see Yan Ying standing there, head held high, her expression contemptuous.
Her sword still emitted a faint heat, seemingly threatening.
Luo Jinxiao gently nudged Lu Fanzhi off her shoulder, turned to Yan Ying, and smiled, "I hope you remember your words."
Yan Ying detested Luo Jinxiao's indifferent demeanor. Anger flared within her, "What? Do you think you can take me on with such arrogance?"
Luo Jinxiao nonchalantly turned away, ignoring her.
Soon, it was Luo Jinxiao's turn again, this time facing Baili Qingzhou. It took only a few moves for her to find his weakness and easily defeat him, knocking him off the platform.
She was careful not to overuse her spiritual power, wary of revealing too much, but even so, her performance sparked debate. Many doubted her ability to win two matches in a row, and skepticism abounded.
Luo Jinxiao, as usual, paid no attention to the chatter.
By noon, the sun hung high in the sky, scorching the spectators. The cheers dwindled, and many disciples, unable to bear the heat, left the jade platform to seek shade, thinning the crowd significantly.
After several rounds, only a few competitors remained, and Luo Jinxiao found herself pitted against Yan Ying. As they ascended the stage, Yan Ying shot her a disdainful glare.
"If you beg me to go easy on you now, I might spare you," she whispered, ensuring only the two of them could hear.
Luo Jinxiao acted as if she hadn't heard, focusing on loosening her wrists. Yan Ying seethed but couldn't do much, clenching her teeth in frustration.
At the sound of the drum, Yan Ying charged, her sword enveloped in spiritual power, transforming into a powerful whip that lashed toward Luo Jinxiao. Startled, Luo Jinxiao quickly leaned back, narrowly dodging the attack.
"All you can do is dodge, coward!" Yan Ying had hoped to strike decisively, and seeing her attack evaded only fueled her anger, making her strike even harder.
Her aim was precise, and her cultivation level was not low. Luo Jinxiao realized that mere dodging wouldn't suffice, so she extended her right hand. A flash of silver light appeared, like falling snow, covering the platform in a white sheen.
"That’s not... How do you have such a spiritual weapon?" Yan Ying was taken aback.
"Thanks for the concern," Luo Jinxiao winked, taking a swift step forward. Yan Ying, adept at long-range attacks, hurriedly retreated.
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Fantasy(MTL)#2 穿成娶了反派的废物 Author: Qiqian Zhexie (七千折戏) Synopsis Luo Jinxiao, recently hailed as a prodigy in the world of cultivation, met her demise during a battle against the Demon Sect. Upon awakening, she found herself transported back two thousand yea...
