48: Chapter 48, Match 3: Sikong Qianluo versus Xinghun of the Great Qin Yin Yang School!

At this time, Wanwan and Yue Ji had already begun their exchange on the field.

Yue Ji's current strength was indeed impressive.

But her martial arts routines were simple; although she held the Shuyi Sword in hand and its edge was sharp and exposed.

She was clearly at a disadvantage when facing a top-tier Cultivation Technique like the Heavenly Demon Strategy.

Although Wanwan had only Cultivated to the thirteenth level of the Heavenly Demon Method and was still far from Major Achievement.

Her cultivation was already beyond what Yue Ji could compare to.

She lightly laughed and evaded Yue Ji's offensive.

The way the two of them fought was like a dance.

Yet within this dance, killing intent was hidden.

Unable to succeed after a long attack, Yue Ji's expression froze. She retreated a few steps, her body leaping into mid-air, just about to perform the "Moon Shadow Sword" and "Shadow Mimicry Technique."

These were her killing moves.

Right then, a soft shout rang out:

"Yue Ji!"

Yue Ji's figure paused in mid-air, and she landed back on the stage.

"I admit defeat."

Leaving behind those words, she drifted away.

Wanwan felt slightly puzzled.

She clearly saw that Yue Ji was about to use her killing moves and intended to witness them, but unexpectedly, she voluntarily admitted defeat.

Seeing the winner decided, although it wasn't as intense and exciting as the previous match between Li Hanyi and Song Yanhui, it felt like playing house.

But the scene was quite pleasing to the eye and still won bursts of applause.

Wanwan gave a light laugh and gracefully leapt back outside the field.

"What kind of fight was that!"

Sikong Qianluo pouted, clearly wanting more.

"It's normal. Yue Ji is an Underworld Marquis; her ultimate skills are for killing.

In this kind of setting, what do you think would happen if she used them?"

Su Rui looked at her and explained with a smile.

"Ah?"

Sikong Qianluo was stunned, then immediately realized.

"They would be seen by others, flaws would be found, and it would be disadvantageous for her in the future!"

"Exactly."

Su Rui nodded with satisfaction and reached out to rub the top of her head.

As a result, he messed up her hair bun again.

She shook her head to toss Su Rui's hand away and turned to find Mu Liangyue.

Mu Liangyue skillfully tidied her hair bun again.

"Teacher, don't always touch my head. My father said a girl's head can't just be touched by anyone."

Sikong Qianluo grumbled.

Li Hanyi was startled for a moment upon hearing this.

"Qianluo, do you know who your true Master is?"

The sudden question made Sikong Qianluo freeze for a moment. She looked at Li Hanyi in confusion, then showed a hint of childish helplessness.

"Alright, alright, anyway, you are my Master."

Su Rui looked at the mischievous Sikong Qianluo and couldn't help but shake his head with a light laugh.

"Get ready, it's almost your turn. You know who your opponent is, right?"

He asked casually.

"I know, it's that weird-looking little boy!"

Sikong Qianluo replied quickly.

"Xing Hun? This fellow's Curse Seal Technique should not be underestimated. You, girl, are always reckless. If you really can't hold on, I'll allow you to use that move."

Hearing this, Sikong Qianluo's eyes instantly lit up.

"Is it really okay?"

"Yes, but that's your trump card. Think twice before using it."

Su Rui subconsciously wanted to reach out and rub her head, but seeing her newly tidied hair bun, he retracted his hand.

"Understood, understood! Doesn't Master always say that such opportunities to fight against top peers are rare? I must grasp it well!"

Sikong Qianluo answered with a grin.

At this moment, Sikong Changfeng suddenly stood up. His gaze swept over his daughter talking to Su Rui. Suppressing an inexplicable discomfort in his heart, he announced Wanwan's victory.

The crowd below the stage nodded one after another.

This was more like a contest between true experts.

The previous two matches with Li Hanyi and Su Rui were a bit too exaggerated.

One could only say that the Master and Disciple pair, Zhao Guyan and Song Yanhui, had poor luck.

"The third match, Sikong Qianluo vs. Great Qin Yin-Yang School's Xing Hun!"

As soon as Sikong Changfeng finished speaking, he quietly sent a voice transmission to his daughter's ear:

"Qianluo, this kid named Xing Hun is not simple. You must not let your guard down."

Sikong Qianluo was slightly startled. She looked back at her father, nodded gently, picked up the silver moon spear leaning beside her, and leapt down from the high platform.

On the other side, a young boy who was still quite young but made people shiver also walked out slowly and stepped onto the martial arts stage.

Sikong Qianluo landed steadily. With her long spear propped on the ground, she raised her left hand and pointed straight at Xing Hun.

"I am the second Disciple under my Master's sect, Sikong Qianluo! The silver moon spear in my hand never defeats nameless nobodies. State your name!"

Xing Hun's face instantly turned as dark as ink.

"Xing Hun!"

Below the stage, Mu Liangyue couldn't help but palm her forehead upon hearing Sikong Qianluo's shout.

She was the real second Disciple, okay?

But thinking of Sikong Qianluo's usual style, she could only shake her head with a bitter smile.

Forget it, she didn't care about these empty titles anyway.

Perhaps Master liked this clever little Junior Sister more.

Beside her, Yin Luoxia couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle.

"Master, you've given Qianluo private guidance again, haven't you?"

"Guidance?"

Su Rui didn't turn his head.

"I just taught her a set of spear techniques and gave her a few pointers in passing."

"But this Disciple of mine only has one footwork technique."

Yin Luoxia's eyes were slightly red, her voice carrying a sense of grievance.

"Don't start with that."

Su Rui finally turned his head. Looking at her like this, he felt somewhat helpless.

"I will naturally teach you when it's time. Your priority now is to break through the Bottleneck and step into the Carefree Heaven Realm."

Upon hearing this, the tears in Yin Luoxia's eyes immediately vanished, replaced by a sweet smile.

This rapidly changing expression left the women present dumbfounded.

Li Hanyi was also full of surprise.

This kind of expression on anyone else would only seem affected.

But on Yin Luoxia's face, it appeared playful and cute.

Su Rui had long since grown accustomed to this Disciple's temperament.

Although she was the daughter of the Gambling King and held the position of Snow Moon City Elder.

In the end, she was just a girl in her early twenties.

Although in this world, twenty-year-olds have already started families and their children could already go out to buy soy sauce.

But compared to a dull person, this kind of personality was more likable.

"Watch Qianluo's match first. We'll talk about other things after this is over."

Su Rui interrupted the topic.

"As you command!"

Yin Luoxia nodded obediently and turned her gaze back to the martial arts stage.

The two people nearby watched with wide eyes.

"Just now... was that Fairy Luoxia?"

Sikong Changfeng asked blankly.

Baili Dongjun was speechless..

They were no strangers to Yin Luoxia; she had been in Snow Moon City for many years.

But when had they ever seen her like this?

"Probably, only in front of that person would she reveal such a side."

Baili Dongjun sighed softly.

After all, she was almost equivalent to an enshrined expert of Snow Moon City.

However, both Baili Dongjun and Sikong Changfeng noticed that this Fairy Luoxia hadn't been happy.

Yet since joining the martial arts hall, Fairy Luoxia's face had gained a bit more Life Qi.

She often wore a smile on ordinary days.

This was completely different from before.

"A woman still needs a man to manage her!"

Sikong Changfeng suddenly spoke.

In return, he got a meaningful look from Baili Dongjun.

"Why do I feel like your words have another meaning?"

"Don't overthink it, that's exactly what I mean!"

Sikong Changfeng responded decisively.

"..."

Just then, the two young people in the field exchanged harsh words and prepared to fight.

Xing Hun wasn't originally a man of many words.

But he was quite angered by Sikong Qianluo's behavior.

Just after Xing Hun reported his name, Sikong Qianluo raised her head and looked at him sideways.

"Little brat, I heard you are an expert of the Great Qin Yin-Yang School?"

That's right, little brat!

Sikong Qianluo originally thought she was the youngest this time.

But then an even younger one popped up.

Naturally, she was overjoyed.

She truly crushed him in terms of age.

"I hope you can still call me that later, if you still have the strength to speak!"

Xing Hun's expression darkened, and he spoke in a cold tone.

"Pfft, you're no match for me at all!"

Sikong Qianluo scoffed.

"Then let strength do the talking."

As soon as Xing Hun finished speaking, transparent threads condensed from Internal Energy shot out from his fingertips, pointing straight into the air.

This was the Yin-Yang Puppet Technique.

A secret technique of the Yin-Yang School that very few people Cultivate.

It also happened to suit Xing Hun's slightly sinister personality.

It involved merging Mental Energy into one's Internal Breath.

Once an opponent was hit by these threads, their body and consciousness would be controlled.

It could be called a Sharp Weapon for dealing with the weak.

"You little brat, you actually launched a sneak attack!"

Sikong Qianluo shouted while retreating.

With a swing of her silver moon spear, she severed the incoming threads.

She had already sensed the trajectories of those Internal Energy threads.

Xing Hun stood expressionless on the spot, his hands raised.

Threads continued to chase after Sikong Qianluo.

Many people outside the field who didn't understand what was happening watched with wide eyes.

What was the situation?

"What is Sikong Qianluo doing?"

"It seems like something is chasing her!"

"I don't see anything at all!"

Someone exclaimed.

"I don't see anything either!"

Someone immediately echoed.

Suddenly, everyone remembered the strange phenomenon caused by this kid with tattoos on his face during the previous competition.

At that time, the opponents on his arena were all like Puppets being controlled, their limbs twisted and their eyes dull.

Many people suddenly broke into a cold sweat for Sikong Qianluo.

From the front stands, these experts naturally sensed Xing Hun's methods and all showed a bit of curiosity.

This control technique had similarities to the secret Puppet techniques used by some assassins in Northern Li.

Sikong Changfeng's brow was tightly furrowed, his whole body on alert.

As soon as Sikong Qianluo was in danger, he would immediately take action.

In the crowd, Su Muyu's expression was also somewhat complex.

The methods used by this kid from Great Qin were actually quite similar to his Eighteen Sword Formation.

He relied on Internal Breath to control eighteen thin swords to set up a sword array.

Whereas Xing Hun used Internal Energy fused with Mental Energy to control his opponent.

"This Yin-Yang School secret technique is quite interesting."

Mental Energy was something no one was unfamiliar with.

Many even knew that after reaching the Divine Roaming Profound Realm, one's spirit could roam thousands of miles away, comparable to an Immortal.

Xing Hun naturally hadn't reached that Realm yet.

"Perhaps I can find some inspiration from it."

Su Muyu thought to himself.

Maybe he could use this to break through the Bottleneck of the Half-Step Divine Roaming Realm.

Sikong Qianluo, who was a bit annoyed from being chased by those threads, finally stopped her steps.

"Little brat, do you think I'm not attacking because I'm afraid of you?"

"I am not a little brat!"

A flash of anger appeared in Xing Hun's eyes.

"You are a little brat, bleh!"

Xing Hun: ...