67: Chapter 67 Life and death are left to fate?

This caused Shi Feixuan's heart to waver slightly.

The contrast between the teachings she had received since childhood and reality made it difficult for her to adapt for a moment.

"You really are saying one thing but thinking another!"

Wanwan couldn't help but laugh out loud seeing her like this.

As she laughed, her graceful bearing drew the side-glances of many people around her.

"What are you laughing at? You lost and you're still so happy!"

Beside her, the short Xing Hun, who didn't even reach Wanwan's chest, suddenly threw a bucket of cold water on her mood.

"What do you know, kid? In this world, victory isn't the only thing worth being happy about; there are plenty of things worth laughing at."

Wanwan glanced at Xing Hun, whose red mark on his forehead hadn't faded yet, and replied in a lighthearted tone.

"In this world, only the victors can live; the losers have only one path: death!"

Hearing this, images of life-and-death struggles from when he first entered the Yin-Yang School suddenly flashed through Xing Hun's mind.

Those former opponents had all disappeared, one by one.

This made him understand: he couldn't lose. Once he lost, it meant death.

"Sister, you're scaring me to death!"

Wanwan feigned terror, patting her chest with a frightened look on her face.

The crowd was momentarily speechless.

The boy Xing Hun really did speak unpleasantly.

"But little brother, you lost too. You're so young, don't take things too hard."

Wanwan continued to tease him.

Xing Hun: ...

Who's giving up on themselves!

He simply turned his face away and ignored her.

After a bit of banter, Wanwan put away her joking expression and turned to face Shi Feixuan properly.

"What you said earlier was right. The Demon Sect indeed commits many evils, and most within it act willfully and recklessly. If you encounter people from the Demon Sect in the future, do not assume they are all like me."

Wanwan's tone was serious.

In truth, she didn't like Shi Feixuan at first.

She always felt she was too hypocritical.

But after spending time together, she found that she truly had such a personality by nature.

This made Wanwan feel somewhat emotional.

A person like this deserves respect no matter what.

Moreover, she clearly looked like an innocent little rabbit who hadn't seen the world. If she really thought everyone in the Demon Sect was like herself, she would likely suffer for it in the future.

"I understand."

Shi Feixuan turned her head and responded with a solemn nod.

"Fine then. I lost anyway, but since I blocked the strongest opponent for you, maybe you can last until the next round."

Wanwan smiled somewhat awkwardly, clearly not used to such a serious way of talking.

"No need. I have always wanted to fight her."

Ximen Chuixue's tone was cold and stern.

"You cold-faced fellow, suit yourself. When you truly experience how formidable she is, you'll know."

Wanwan stood with her hands on her hips, but she was completely ignored by Ximen Chuixue.

She was so angry she stomped her feet.

"You..."

She glared at Ximen Chuixue, puffing out her cheeks in anger.

"Alright, alright."

Unexpectedly, Shi Feixuan actually stepped forward to mediate.

On the other side, just as Sikong Changfeng finished announcing the results, Sikong Qianluo raised her silver moon spear, her gaze turning toward Su Hongxi.

"Senior Sister Qianluo, do you want to admit defeat? You should go easy on me, your Junior Sister!"

Su Hongxi lightly brushed her short white hair at her temples, touched her finger to the corner of her lip, and spoke with a beaming smile.

"In your dreams! I am the Eldest Senior Sister; you can't beat me!"

Sikong Qianluo put her hands on her hips, responding with a face full of pride.

"Master taught me all the ultimate moves of the Profound Ice Spear Technique."

She was like a child showing off her most precious treasure.

"Then let's see whose skills are superior!"

A flash of envy passed over Su Hongxi's face.

The Profound Ice Spear Technique was clearly on the same Rank as the Ten Thousand Swords Art performed by Li Hanyi, perhaps even a notch higher.

But she did not use a spear, and Master had already taught her the Frost Art from the Sacred Heart Art, so she naturally wouldn't admit defeat easily.

The two exchanged the usual bold words, but their tone was more like teasing.

Sikong Qianluo's eyes lit up; she had wanted to say this phrase for a long time.

She planted her silver moon spear on the ground, her face full of eager anticipation.

"Good! In a Jianghu struggle, life and death are up to fate!"

Smack!

She suddenly received a loud slap to the back of her head.

"Ouch!"

Caught off guard, she cried out in pain and spun around to see who had ambushed her.

She turned to see Su Rui just pulling back his hand.

"Life and death are up to fate?"

Su Rui looked directly at her.

Sikong Qianluo's face stiffened, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"Fine, go down and compete. Stop when you hit the mark."

Seeing everyone around looking over, Su Rui gave the order.

"Yes!"

The two girls answered in unison and both leaped onto the martial arts stage.

Everyone's eyes converged on the arena.

Their hearts were filled with curiosity.

Several Disciples in the martial arts center had always performed outstandingly, and none of them had weak personalities.

Now that the Disciples of the same sect were competing, what kind of sparks would fly?

Sikong Changfeng craned his neck to stare at the arena; seeing this, Baili Dongjun could only smile helplessly.

"Don't worry, they are both from the martial arts center. That person won't let them get truly hurt."

It's also a good chance to see Qianluo's current level."

"That makes sense."

Sikong Changfeng nodded subconsciously, then realizing, he immediately defended himself.

"Who's worried? I just want to see how far her strength has come!"

"I didn't say you were worried."

Baili Dongjun's lips curled into a half-smile as he looked at him.

Sikong Changfeng was suddenly speechless, his face full of embarrassment.

In a corner of the stands, Ji Ruofeng kept his eyes fixed on the two on stage.

Especially Sikong Qianluo.

This time the liangyu list was to Rank the top ten, and the two on stage were basically already secure on the list.

But the rankings still had to be carefully arranged.

Previously, with Wanwan and Li Hanyi taking the top spots, Ji Ruofeng hadn't worried much, as the results were already known.

Li Hanyi had firmly secured the top spot; if she progressed further, she would be a figure for the guanjue ranking.

As for Wanwan?

Not just her, but also Ximen Chuixue, Shi Feixuan, Xing Hun, and others were not from Northern Li forces, so they were naturally not the focus of his observations.

And this match would decide the order of these two on the liangyu list.

The area around the arena was packed with people, everyone holding their breath and staring at the movement on the stage.

On the arena,

Sikong Qianluo and Su Hongxi stood facing each other, their gazes locked.

The atmosphere instantly became tense.

"Senior Sister, please show some mercy. I'm not thick-skinned like Xing Hun; I can't take a spear to the face."

Looking at Sikong Qianluo leaning on her long spear, Su Hongxi suddenly thought of Xing Hun, who had been slapped in the face by her spear a few days ago.

She said this without any concealment, and Xing Hun on the stage immediately heard it clearly.

The crowd's gaze shifted, and the striking red mark on Xing Hun's forehead was still clearly visible.

"Don't worry, I won't hit your head, I'll hit your butt."

Sikong Qianluo pointed her spear tip.

Su Hongxi's face instantly darkened.

This person really had no filter when she spoke.

"Senior Sister, you'd better be careful."

As soon as she finished speaking, Su Hongxi's figure had already vanished.

In the next instant, she appeared beside Sikong Qianluo.

At this point, using the Blink Sword Technique would no longer be very effective.

Sikong Qianluo's spear momentum was fierce and its range was huge, making it extremely difficult to get close.

They had tried their skills against each other in the martial arts center before, but had never truly determined a winner.

Although the Blink Sword Technique was exquisite, it also had its limitations.

Especially when facing large-scale attacks, it was difficult to execute.

When Underworld Marquis fought Su Ziyi earlier, he had used his giant blade to shatter stones, and the flying debris had blocked all the landing points for the Blink Sword Technique.

"My cultivation is still not enough!"

The Blink Sword Technique itself indeed possessed the ability to deal with area attacks, it just required higher control and experience.

Su Hongxi and Su Ziyi knew in their hearts that they had not yet fully mastered the essence of this sword art.

Sikong Qianluo skillfully swung her silver moon spear in a sweeping strike.

She knew the Su Sisters' identities,

And naturally understood their combat styles.

Ding!

The silver moon spear accurately knocked away the incoming Six-Leaf Flying Flower, forcing Su Hongxi to quickly retreat and sidestep.

"Junior Sister, show some real skill. You know this move won't do anything to me."

Sikong Qianluo spoke, then with a light shout, she moved, her silver spear thrusting out continuously like a prairie fire, her hundred-strike Spear Intent instantly enveloping Su Hongxi.

Combined with the Ascending Immortal Steps of Unrestrained Will, Su Hongxi could only retreat repeatedly, unable to find an opening to counterattack.

The two moved extremely fast.

A silver light continuously pursued that white-clad figure on the arena.

But no sound of breaking air could be heard,

Only the whistling sound of the wind whipped up by the silver moon spear.

"It's that light body technique again!"

Many spectators couldn't help but sigh.

This silent and swift movement technique seemed to have become standard equipment for the martial arts center's Disciples.

And it was definitely a rare, top-tier lightness skill in the Jianghu.

Elegant as an immortal, agile as a Dragon.

Both graceful and swift.

Their offense and defense clashed continuously, each contact erupting in a dense sound of clashing weapons.

From these sounds alone, one could tell how rapidly both sides were striking.

Two afterimages crisscrossed on the arena; very few could see the battle clearly.

Among them was Sikong Changfeng.

He had previously seen Yin Luoxia perform the Ascending Immortal Steps of Unrestrained Will.

Now seeing his daughter and her fellow Junior Sister fighting, their speed had actually reached such a degree.

At this rhythm, if a mistake occurred, they might not even have time to pull back their strikes.

Su Ziyi and Mu Liangyue were tense.

Wang Yuyan looked on blankly.

She couldn't see the current state of the battle at all.

Xu Weixiong, however, had a look of expectation as her gaze fell on Su Rui.

A top-tier lightness skill was simply too useful.

Whether it was for fighting, escaping, or traveling, it could be of great use.

Many in the Jianghu could establish themselves in the Martial Forest based on a single profound lightness skill alone.

As long as they didn't seek death, almost no one could catch them.

Xu Weixiong looked at Su Rui and said seriously:

"Teacher, even if I am just a Named Disciple, I am still part of the martial arts center."

Since everyone else has learned it, I should have a share too, right? Besides, if I ever encounter a powerful enemy and can't win, at least I can run.

Otherwise, if something happens to me, you would have to personally take action to avenge me, wasting your precious time."

As soon as she finished speaking, the people around were momentarily stunned.

You can even argue it like that?

Afraid of wasting the teacher's time by having him avenge her, so she needs to learn lightness skills?

An ordinary person would probably never even think of such a reason.

Su Rui squinted at her, tapped his finger, and transmitted the mnemonic for the Ascending Immortal Steps of Unrestrained Will to her.

It was that simple?

Xu Weixiong's eyes widened, looking at Su Rui with utter disbelief.

"This is nothing; Hanyi, Qianluo, and the others have even better ones."

Su Rui spoke indifferently, and Xu Weixiong's face immediately fell.