The Cool and Aloof Senior Sister Always Flirts with Me

Chapter 79: Entering Demonic Cultivation

Suddenly, Chu Fu saw something, and his pupils constricted sharply.

The piece of North Sea Black Iron on Yan Jue's neck suddenly fell off, unfurling into a massive sail in the sky.

The sail shimmered in a pale gold hue, resembling the wings of a flying dragon.

Yan Jue grasped both ends of the sail, adjusting its direction and angle, trying to catch the lateral wind. She soon felt the resistance decrease significantly, and her movement became much smoother.

In an instant, her Flying Swallow Step activated, and her figure transformed into a fleeting shadow in the air.

Yan Jue leaped up and shouted, "Ten Thousand Swords Technique!"

Golden light flashed as two massive sails beside her morphed into golden small flying swords. In an instant, the small swords split into countless tiny blades, rushing towards Chu Fu.

Chu Fu widened his eyes, and only half of the incantation escaped his lips: "Wind—"

The gale dramatically enhanced the power of the Ten Thousand Swords Technique. Countless tiny swords shot through the air, directly piercing through Chu Fu's wind barrier.

Chu Fu tumbled off the stage, crashing to the ground.

The judge raised the flag, signaling the end of the match.

Yan Jue was victorious.

The crowd erupted in cheers.

"I won! I placed a bet at the Emerald Platform yesterday that Yan Jue would definitely win, and now I'm rolling in it!"

"Yan Jue might have been misled by her feelings; just look at her—once she let go of her emotions for Chu Fu, she stood her ground. It shows just how misleading romance can be."

Whispers filled the air, clearly reaching Chu Fu's ears.

A sharp pain shot through his wrist as he unconsciously clenched his fist, hearing the laughter of those around him.

"Hahaha, useless. Even in the Fusion Realm, he's still so easily defeated by others."

"I thought he was impressive."

"Just a pretty face; what's so great about that?"

Chu Fu's fist tightened, as if all the blood in his body was flowing backward.

An extreme darkness spread within his chest.

Everyone in this world was laughing at him!

Chu Fu understood clearly: it was because he wasn't strong enough.

He hadn't yet reached a level that instilled fear in others.

That's why these foolish people dared to mock him.

Suddenly, Chu Fu saw something else, and his pupils shrank again.

Yan Jue quickly stepped down from the stage and approached Qi Xianqing.

Qi Xianqing wore a cerulean floral pleated skirt, her dark hair pinned up, looking down at Yan Jue.

Yan Jue said something to her, and Qi Xianqing smiled slightly, averting her gaze without speaking.

Even Qi Xianqing repeatedly ignored him.

Chu Fu clenched his arms, and suddenly, dark energy erupted from his body.

Wave after wave of dark mist spread from the young man, gradually swirling into thick clouds around him.

In an instant, a golden net shot out from his sleeves!