113: Chu Qianqian's unwillingness

Chu Qianqian had no intention of admitting defeat; instead, she bit her lower lip tightly, almost biting through her delicate lips with too much force.

She was using this sharp pain to forcibly regain a sliver of clarity.

With the longsword in her hand, she barely supported her trembling body, refusing to let herself fall.

Her eyes, originally as cold as frost, were somewhat unfocused at this moment.

Yet, in the deepest part of that haziness, there was an unyielding stubbornness!

"I... haven't lost yet!"

Her voice was hoarse, carrying a heartbreaking tremor: "Come again!"

Lu Yi raised an eyebrow, unable to help but feel a bit of admiration in his heart.

This girl was much more resilient than he had imagined.

"Since that is the case, then as you wish."

The battle began once more.

But this time, the tone of the battle became very strange.

Relying on the Spiritual Qi that had not yet completely dissipated within her body, Chu Qianqian's every move and stance remained extremely sharp, with Sword Qi crisscrossing and pointing directly at vital points.

However, her body could not keep up with her consciousness's reactions at all.

Because of the continuous mischief of the Gu, that bone-deep numbing sensation surged like waves, causing her limbs and bones to become limp and weak.

Every time she swung her sword, she was uncontrollably trembling.

Every time she circulated her spiritual power, a stifled groan would escape from her throat.

"Ugh..."

As the battle continued, the heat within her body became increasingly intense.

Chu Qianqian's originally cold, jade-like face was now so red it seemed as if it would drip blood, beautiful as a peach blossom.

Crystal-clear fragrant sweat dripped down, dampening the loose hair at her temples.

A few strands of hair stuck messily to her long, fair neck, swaying gently with her movements.

This extreme sense of fragility intertwined with her resolute Battle Intent.

It made her look both miserable and gorgeous, exuding a heart-stopping beauty of battle damage.

However, the onlookers below who did not know the truth did not see the underlying situation.

In their eyes, this was the Saintess, in order to maintain the Sect's glory, sparing no effort to burn her essence blood and overdraw her physical strength, engaging in a final desperate struggle!

That trembling delicate body was proof of her unyielding exhaustion!

That flushed face was a sign of surging Qi and blood!

That suppressed groan was a cry of painful resilience!

"The Saintess is righteous!!"

Someone shouted, instantly igniting the emotions of the entire audience.

Especially those emotional female Disciples of Yaochi, watching the swaying figure on the stage who refused to fall.

They were all moved to tears, and some were already sobbing uncontrollably.

"Senior Sister... in order to win, in order to protect the dignity of our Yaochi, she has actually fought to this extent!"

"Even if exhausted, she fights until the last moment! This is the role model for our generation!"

"Wuwuwu, the Saintess is so inspiring!"

Listening to the thunderous applause and expressions of being moved from below, Lu Yi, who was in the middle of it, couldn't help but laugh and cry.

What is all this nonsense?

While dealing with Chu Qianqian's seemingly fierce but actually soft and weak attacks, he also had to carefully control his strength.

He had to cooperate with her performance so she could lose with some dignity, while also being careful not to actually hurt her.

After all, the current Chu Qianqian was like a fragile glass cannon that looked strong on the outside but was weak on the inside; a slight touch might really break her.

"This is simply torture..."

Lu Yi sighed helplessly in his heart.

Finally, after the two had entangled for dozens of rounds.

The last bit of strength in Chu Qianqian's body was completely drained by that strange sensation.

"Ugh..."

She let out a low moan, the longsword slipped from her hand, her legs softened, and she uncontrollably fell forward.

Lu Yi was quick-witted and did not let her fall directly to the ground.

Instead, he pushed out a palm, and the gentle Spiritual Qi turned into a breeze, steadily supporting her, sending her out of the arena, and placing her gently on the ground.

"I accept your concession."

Lu Yi withdrew his hand and stood still, speaking indifferently.

Chu Qianqian landed, and although she lost, the entire audience erupted into thunderous applause and cheers that lasted for a long time.

That was the highest respect for a warrior who was "honorable even in defeat."

On the high platform, Luo Qingcheng looked at her Disciple below who was disheveled but resilient; her originally gloomy face softened a lot, and her eyes were full of gratification and appreciation.

Her lips moved slightly, using sound transmission, her tone was rarely gentle:

"Qianqian, you have already done very well. Although you lost to a strong enemy, your firm Dao Heart is seen by your Revered Master."

"Winning and losing are common occurrences in battle; do not take it to heart. Go back and rest well, do not damage your Foundation."

However, Chu Qianqian on the ground did not feel any relief from her Revered Master's comfort and the cheers of the crowd.

On the contrary, she only felt incomparably ironic.

The absurdity of being played in the palm of someone's hand and making a fool of herself in public, yet still being praised, caused the humiliation in her heart to reach its peak at this moment!

She knew who the instigator of all this was!

The person who treated her like a monkey and made her lose all face in front of everyone was right there under the stage!

In the astonished gaze of everyone.

Chu Qianqian, who had just lost, whose body was still trembling slightly, and who could not even stand steadily, did not retreat to rest.

She suddenly raised her head.

Those eyes, still carrying misty confusion, were now like two sharp swords, locking tightly onto the Hehuan Sect camp.

Looking along her gaze, it was none other than Chu Qianqian, who was sitting on the chair, smiling most happily and triumphantly!

"Clang!"

She did not know where the strength came from, but she grabbed the longsword that had fallen beside her and stood up shakily.

She raised the longsword in her hand, the tip pointing directly at the direction of the Hehuan Sect, pointing directly at Chu Qianqian!

"Chu! Qian! Qian!"

She used the last of her strength, her voice hoarse, carrying endless resentment and madness, and roared: "How much longer are you going to hide? Get up here! I want to challenge you!"

"Whoosh—!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole audience was in an uproar!

Everyone was stunned.

What is this situation?

Having just lost to the Saint Son of Taichu, with her body so exhausted, she turned around and wanted to challenge the Saintess of the Hehuan Sect?

Was she beaten into a rage? Or has she gone crazy?

And Chu Qianqian, who was being pointed at by the sword, not only did not lose the smile on her face, but it became even more playful and brilliant.

She stood up slowly from the chair and smoothed out her purple dress.

She looked at the person on the stage who wished to swallow her alive with seductive eyes.

"Oh my..."

She chuckled softly, her voice soft but carrying a chill: "Since my younger sister misses me so much, and is so impatient to get beaten up... then elder sister... will fulfill your wish."

Facing the challenge from Chu Qianqian that was full of gunpowder, and could even be said to be a bit crazy.

Chu Qianqian just laughed disdainfully.

In her view, this could not be considered an evenly matched contest at all.

She had already been exhausted by a wave from Lu Yi; did she really think she was easy to bully?

"Since you want to play, then elder sister will play with you properly."