151: Chapter 151 A Draw!

On the preparation bench, Instructor Fang Yan watched Li Mu walk back despondently.

He shook his head helplessly, not saying much to comfort him.

Sometimes, luck is a part of one's strength; who told this kid to be so "lucky"?

Perhaps after experiencing it a few more times, he would get used to it... right?

Then, Fang Yan turned his gaze toward the already prepared Su Wan and instructed her seriously, "Su Wan, it's your turn.

Be careful, this girl named Wen Ning is not simple.

I can feel that her vital energy is much stronger than during the last encounter, and her sword technique seems even more fluid and sharp.

Even Li Mu couldn't last long against her; her strength is likely already above yours.

Make sure to go all out and do not underestimate the enemy!"

Su Wan nodded with a solemn expression.

She knew Li Mu's strength well; although he had lost to Wen Ning last time, he shouldn't have been defeated so decisively.

Wen Ning's rate of progress had indeed exceeded her expectations.

She tightened her grip on her longsword, a strong fighting spirit igniting in her eyes.

With firm steps, she walked onto the platform.

In this match, she had to reclaim a victory for Modu University of Martial Arts!

Opposite her, Wen Ning was at the height of her momentum after the previous victory, her eyes filled with confidence and determination.

Without any unnecessary words, their gazes met in the air, instantly reading the fighting spirit in each other's eyes.

Almost at the same moment the referee announced "Start."

The two figures shot toward each other like arrows released from a bow!

"Clang!" "Ding!" "Zheng—!"

The crisp and dense sound of clashing metal instantly echoed across the platform!

Sword light danced wildly on the platform like two intertwined silver snakes!

Su Wan's sword technique emphasized being clean, neat, swift, and efficient.

Every strike pointed directly at vital points, without any unnecessary flourishes.

Her sword momentum was like a gale and torrential rain, attempting to suppress her opponent with sheer speed.

Wen Ning's sword technique, on the other hand, was completely different, focusing on light and agile movements.

As the sword tip darted in and out, it often struck from unbelievable angles, exceptionally nimble.

She could always launch counterattacks from various tricky angles, her sword light dense and pervasive like spring rain.

For a time, sword qi crisscrossed the platform, and cold light flashed!

The two slender figures moved and crossed at high speed in the arena.

They fought inseparably, drawing continuous gasps from the audience below, who were dazzled by the sight.

On the Modu University of Martial Arts preparation bench, Qin Yan watched Wen Ning in the heat of battle with Su Wan, a flicker of surprise flashing through his eyes.

"I didn't expect Wen Ning's progress during this time to be so rapid..."

Last time during the sparring session at Jiaotong University, although Wen Ning's sword technique was decent...

...it was by no means as sophisticated and seasoned as it was now, and her vital energy was also significantly more robust.

Now, she could actually fight on equal terms with Su Wan, who was ranked eighth at Modu University of Martial Arts.

She even seemed to hold a slight upper hand in terms of technique.

This degree of progress had indeed exceeded his expectations.

On the platform, the battle reached a fever pitch.

Both knew the other was a formidable foe and didn't dare to hold anything back.

Their vital energy erupted fully, and their sword moves became increasingly ruthless and sharp!

"Rip!"

Su Wan's sword tip sliced through Wen Ning's sleeve, leaving a bloodstain on her fair arm.

Almost simultaneously, Wen Ning's sword grazed Su Wan's shoulder like a venomous snake, drawing a spray of blood.

The two seemed unable to feel the pain, their gazes becoming sharper and their attacks even more frenzied!

Sweat mixed with blood soaked their clothes, but neither retreated a single step.

This brutal duel lasted for a full seven or eight minutes!

When they crossed paths for the final time, both seemed to realize this was the strike that would decide the outcome.

Su Wan's eyes turned sharp, her longsword like a Comet Chasing the Moon, piercing straight for Wen Ning's heart!

Wen Ning also gritted her teeth, her figure advancing instead of retreating.

The longsword in her hand turned into a startled swan, accurately piercing toward Su Wan's chest!

"Puchi!"

"Puchi!"

Two muffled sounds of blades entering flesh rang out almost simultaneously!

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

There was silence both on and off the platform.

Everyone saw that the longswords of the two girls had pierced through each other's chests almost at the same time!

The sword tips emerged from their backs, dripping with crimson blood!

Their bodies stiffened simultaneously, their faces instantly losing color, and the intense pain made them nearly unable to stand.

"Clang!" "Clang!"

The two blood-stained longswords slipped from their hands and hit the ground one after another.

Then, the two women fell backward almost simultaneously, crashing heavily onto the platform, as two pools of striking blood quickly spread beneath them.

The medical personnel, who had been on standby, rushed onto the platform, carefully lifting the two heavily injured contestants onto stretchers.

The referee looked at the scene, took a deep breath, and announced loudly: "Platform No. 3, second match!

Su Wan of Modu University of Martial Arts and Wen Ning of Modu Jiaotong University, it's a draw! Both sides have simultaneously lost the ability to fight!"

As soon as the words fell, the Modu Jiaotong University spectator stands below instantly erupted with a mountain-shaking roar of cheers and shouts!

"Wen Ning! Wen Ning! You're the best!"

"One against two! Taking on two great generals from Modu University of Martial Arts in succession, one win and one draw! Glory to our Jiaotong University!"

"Do you see that! This is the strength of our Jiaotong University! So what if they're a Top-tier Martial Arts University?!"

"..."

Lying on the stretcher with her consciousness somewhat blurred, Wen Ning heard the deafening cheers that belonged to her.

A faint, almost imperceptible curve of satisfaction tugged at the corner of her mouth.

"It was worth it..." This severe injury was not suffered in vain!

She had won immense honor and morale for Jiaotong University!

It was foreseeable that after the match, the school's resource allocation toward her would definitely not be small!

Her path of martial arts would become even smoother because of this!

When Su Wan was also carried back to the Modu University of Martial Arts preparation bench on a stretcher by medical personnel.

Beside her, Li Mu looked at Su Wan, who appeared even more miserable than himself.

For some reason, the sense of frustration and shame he felt from his quick defeat actually lessened quite a bit.

At the very least, he had walked down on his own feet just now...

He hurriedly approached, his face showing unconcealed concern, and asked in an almost exaggerated tone, "Su Wan, Su Wan! Are you okay?

Is the injury serious? It looks so painful! (T_T)"

Although Su Wan was weak, her consciousness was still clear; seeing Li Mu like this, she couldn't help but look bewildered.

Her relationship with Li Mu... since when had it reached this level?

Usually, when they met at the training ground, they were just nodding acquaintances.

However, feeling the sincere worry in his tone, she still forced the corner of her mouth to move, wanting to show a smile that said "I'm fine."

As a result, as soon as she opened her mouth: "I... fine... cough... cough cough..."

Before she could finish, she aggravated her internal injuries and suddenly coughed up a large mouthful of blood.

"Oh! Stop talking for now! Just lie still!" Li Mu was startled and waved his hands hurriedly.

Just then, a refreshing and soul-soothing scent began to spread.

(Thanks for the gifts yesterday, everyone~.

I'll add another chapter for everyone today or tomorrow!)