182: Crying Nangong Jing

“Chuyun Dynasty…”

Meng Yun thought about their strange actions just now, and vaguely had a guess in his heart.

The fear on their faces, and their uneasy glances around…

It was just like when Meng Yun first saw the sky full of red lines and heard the Demon Seed’s whispers!

Perhaps…

For some unknown reason, they had already been planted with Demon Seed Flesh and became Demon Seed Vassals without even realizing it!

“Nangong, just go all out, I believe they’ll give you a surprise.” Meng Yun instructed Nangong Jing.

He wasn't overly worried about Nangong Jing.

A woman with such great fortune, who could survive even the Tianjian Dynasty’s crisis of annihilation, would certainly not easily fall into the hands of mere Demon Seed Minions.

“This really isn’t like your style.” Nangong Jing looked deeply at Meng Yun, but waited a long time for Meng Yun’s explanation.

There was nothing to explain; it would be even more awkward if he guessed wrong.

“Go, Pikachu!”

“Alright, brother.”

Nangong Jing gracefully departed, carrying a white longsword named ‘Blowing Snow’, and landed steadily on the arena.

Opposite her, a contestant who looked like a Japanese samurai also arrived:

“Your, flower girl, work!”

“My, will not be heavy-handed…”

He spoke with the distinct flavor of a major.

Nangong Jing remembered Meng Yun’s instructions and was determined to carry out the troublemaking to the end. Her willowy brows shot up:

“Are you looking down on me?

Take this sword!”

Japanese Samurai: “???”

What kind of development was this? He was already so friendly, so why were the Tianjian Dynasty people acting even more aggressively?

Blowing Snow’s sword light flashed, aiming directly for the Japanese samurai’s head. The samurai was greatly alarmed and hastily threw out his katana to block!

Blade Draw Slash!

An invisible ripple spread out, barely blocking Nangong Jing’s attack.

Nangong Jing’s attack failed, she pivoted, stepping on the ground to cancel her recovery animation, and soared into the air again:

“Heavenly Sword First Form, Flowing Cloud Severing Water!”

With a momentum capable of severing a great river, Blowing Snow swept out with a single sword stroke.

“Baka yarou!!”

The samurai also began to rage. He unleashed a sword strike that transformed into a ferocious ghost head, with a green face and fangs, biting down towards Blowing Snow.

“I’d like to see whether my Flowing Cloud Severing Water is stronger, or if your Baka yarou is more formidable!”

Nangong Jing’s eyes blazed, her sword technique not diminishing in the slightest.

Clang clang clang!!

The sword edge struck the fangs in the ghost head’s mouth, emitting crisp collision sounds, and for a moment, they fell into a stalemate.

Nangong Jing was slightly surprised.

One must know that this Chuyun Dynasty was merely an ordinary dynasty, while she, Nangong Jing, was the current princess of a second-tier dynasty, possessing supreme cultivation resources!

How could she be evenly matched with this person!

Was she overestimating herself, or was it truly as Meng Yun predicted, that the person opposite her indeed had something strange about him!!

In the audience, countless people also began to whisper about this stalemate.

“This Princess Jing’s strength seems… not very good…”

“I think so too. Tang Zhiqiu and Yu Jingshen both advanced to the Nascent Soul Realm, leaving no masters in the Golden Core Realm, so she had to step up.”

“Sigh, it’s all Yu’s fault…” Someone murmured, then suddenly felt a sharp gaze. He blurted out, “Yu… Yu… wooden-headed Tang Zhiqiu!”

Meng Yun’s sharp gaze finally left with satisfaction.

“Cicada, what do you think?” Meng Yun asked Chen Jintong.

It was strange to say, in his previous life, he fought to the death with this guy, but in this life, he inexplicably became his teammate!

It really was a case of not fighting, not knowing each other!

“I’m not called Cicada.” Chen Jintong suppressed his temper, a vein throbbing on his temple.

“Got it, Cicada.”

Chen Jintong: “…”

After a moment of silence, just when Meng Yun thought he couldn’t come up with anything, Chen Jintong finally spoke slowly: “The people of the Chuyun Dynasty have a similar aura to you.”

Meng Yun was startled, his guess becoming even more certain, but his face showed no trace of it:

“Similar to me?

With hands that grasp the sun and moon, picking stars, there is no one like me in this world!”

Meng Yun chuckled, his gaze returning to the arena: “Just watch.”

…

Inside the arena.

Not only were the spectators shocked, but even the person involved, that Japanese samurai, was bewildered himself.

No?

The opponent was a dignified princess of a second-tier dynasty!

How could he be fighting her to a standstill!

One must know that since this morning, he had been tormented by some inexplicable whispers, and his vision had been constantly filled with several red lines!

It was as if the entire sky was about to be completely sealed off by these red lines!

If it weren’t for others also experiencing this, he would almost have thought that he was under too much stress and had suffered a qi deviation!

Logically speaking, after enduring such torment, his strength should have rapidly declined, right?

How did he manage to perform beyond his usual level instead!

All sorts of thoughts flashed through his mind. The ferocious beast head somehow gained new strength, actually biting through the sword technique gathered by Blowing Snow in one gulp, and casually spitting the precious sword aside!

Nangong Jing: “!!”

This intensity was simply too overpowered!

Nangong Jing shifted and maneuvered, using all her might, barely managing to neutralize this ghost head.

Gaining a moment to breathe, she summoned Blowing Snow back into her hand, tenderly stroking the sword’s body, and looked at the samurai opposite her with a wary expression.

“Your, surrender, work!”

The samurai also gained confidence. He continuously wielded his katana, spiritual energy spilling out as if it were worthless, bringing a continuous barrage of attacks upon Nangong Jing.

Nangong Jing was hard-pressed, gradually losing ground.

What is going on!

It was fine if she couldn't beat Tang Zhiqiu; after all, that guy was also a direct disciple of Heaven Sword Pavilion.

It was fine if she couldn't beat Yu Jingshen; after all, that guy was incredibly handsome!

But… what was the deal with her not being able to beat this Chuyun samurai!!

Mute the world, and listen to Nangong Jing’s breakdown!

However, the more anxious Nangong Jing became, the more openings appeared in her movements, and the opponent’s attacks became even more swift and fierce.

It wasn’t surprising for Nangong Jing to be like this. She had always lived a pampered life, lacking true life-and-death combat, and was also forced into this situation. If it were a smooth battle, it would have been fine.

For a losing battle to turn out like this was also understandable.

Both unskilled and loves to play, that describes her!

“Your, die, die, die!!”

The samurai fought with increasing ferocity, and even his original feigned benevolent expression unconsciously vanished, replaced by a pathological bloodlust and ruthlessness.

The katana continued to be wielded, and the void almost trembled because of it.

Now, not only Meng Yun, but some discerning individuals also began to notice that something was off with the Chuyun Dynasty contestant.

“This guy… isn’t right, is he?”

“It’s like he’s on stimulants!”

“You think you’re Wang Ziyi from BBT!”

“That’s an old meme, can we stop using it?”

“I won’t.”

…

Fortunately, Nangong Jing was not like Shangguan Jing, who completely lost her reason in battle. When she felt a strong life-and-death crisis, she twisted her body and voluntarily jumped off the arena.

No more fighting!

The entire venue erupted in an uproar.

Nangong Jing’s face was expressionless as she walked back to the waiting area with steady steps, under the gaze of thousands.

She said nothing.

It wasn’t until she saw Meng Yun’s concerned gaze that her small mouth pursed, and she could no longer control herself, tears falling like broken pearls.

“Yu… Yu Jingshen, I lost…”

Meng Yun was stunned.

This was the first time he had seen Nangong Jing so hurt, so pitiable.

“Good girl, let me pat your head.” Meng Yun gently placed his hand on her head, softly patting her.

His words seemed to possess a mesmerizing power, easily bringing Nangong Jing peace.

“Just watch me, I’ll beat them up.”

Including Nangong Jing’s share.

Saying this, Meng Yun stood up.

As the most controversial exempted contestant, his face was as calm as water as he walked towards the arena.