“Excellent.”
Zheng Yuan turned his head, looking disdainfully at Jun Liuhe, then at Xia Jiuyuan.
“Swords and blades are merciless; I hope Acting Peak Master Xia won’t blame me when the time comes.” With that, he strode towards his No. 41 arena.
Jun Liuhe followed behind him, slowly walking step by step.
The scene for showing off and face-slapping had arrived, but unfortunately, it wasn’t Xia Jiuyuan’s turn.
Upon seeing this, Xia Jiuyuan quickly used a sound transmission talisman to transmit a message to Fang Hao, the administrator of this Martial Arts Competition.
“Do me a favor: publicize the match between No. 51 and No. 41, and I’ll pay for all the spirit stones for anyone who comes to watch the recording of this match!”
Less than two minutes after the transmission, Fang Hao and Le Yunzhe of Shenji Peak rushed over.
“Holy cow, is this Junior Sister really from your Lucky Peak? As expected of the Fairy race, she’s truly beautiful…”
Xia Jiuyuan rolled his eyes and said,
“Didn’t I tell you I picked up another Junior Sister during Wang Ji’s incident?”
“I thought you were just talking nonsense to annoy him.”
Xia Jiuyuan was speechless; he looked at Le Yunzhe and said,
“Brother Le, why did you come as well?”
“The moment he heard that your Lucky Peak was going to fight someone from Sword Peak, he got so anxious!
I can guarantee that he definitely thought it was you—mmph!”
Le Yunzhe covered Fang Hao’s mouth and explained apologetically,
“I did think Brother Xia you were going to act impulsively, but it seems it’s not you, so it’s fine then.”
“Hey, hey, what do you mean ‘it’s fine’? Is your Junior Sister stable, Junior Brother Xia? She’s so beautiful, I’m already tempted…”
Xia Jiuyuan rolled his eyes.
“Don’t even think about it!”
“True, being on your Peak for so long, you probably already took advantage of the proximity.”
“Don’t talk nonsense, watch the arena.”
The three looked at Jun Liuhe, who was waiting for the referee to arrive on the No. 41 arena.
“By the way, why does she have cultivation? I remember Fairy s can’t cultivate, right?”
“I don’t know.”
Le Yunzhe commented,
“Your Junior Sister’s aura is so restrained… But don’t underestimate Zheng Yuan.
Although Zheng Yuan is only ranked 41st here, strictly speaking, he can be considered among the top hundred talents of the third rank in the entire human race.
But then again, since Brother Xia trusts Junior Sister Jun so much, I believe Junior Sister Jun will surely win.”
Fang Hao stroked his chin and said, “Since you’re all so confident, let’s go big.”
As he spoke, he took out an amplification stone, cleared his throat, and shouted,
“The incredibly beautiful Junior Sister of Asked the Sect’s Lucky Peak is dueling Zheng Yuan, a genius from Sword Peak, on Arena No. 41! Come watch! Come watch!
Furthermore, for this match, the recording stone viewing is free!”
The sound spread throughout the entire Main Peak!
Xia Jiuyuan looked at Zheng Yuan on the arena with pity; he hadn’t expected Fang Hao to directly use his administrator authority to make such an advertisement.
Now Zheng Yuan was going to lose face big time, practically experiencing social death.
After speaking, Fang Hao put away the amplification stone and flew to the arena, telling Zheng Yuan and Jun Liuhe,
“I’ll be the referee. You may use any means at your disposal. Now, ten minutes of preparation time.”
Five minutes later, Zhou Qi, a genius from Ling Peak’s Alchemy Hall, came to watch the excitement.
He enjoyed researching new pill formulas, and Xia Jiuyuan always had some strange pill formulas given by the system, which led to their interactions.
“Do me a small favor: investigate the matters of Sword Peak, and give those involved a ‘lesson’ while you’re at it.”
His eyes darted around, looking very sly, “This is no small matter.”
“You don’t need to repay the previous two favors, plus this Blue Raspberry Spirit Replenishing Pill formula.”
“Oh, what are you saying? Junior Brother Xia’s business is my business.
But let’s be clear, I can’t retaliate against Wang Ji, but I’ll help you deal with those outer disciples.”
“Alright.”
The two exchanged smiles and looked at the arena together.
Seven minutes later, Wang Ji arrived.
Neither side showed any animosity as if enemies meeting; they merely exchanged a glance and silently looked at the arena.
This genius was not a fool; he might have figured something out.
Ten minutes later, Duan Shahe arrived belatedly, poor him, having just returned to Lucky Peak to prepare for a nap when he heard the news.
Below the arena, except for Mo Mo, the remaining three from Lucky Peak were cheering for Jun Liuhe, while Mo Mo was creating on her own arena for Jun Liuhe.
“Senior Brother, is Junior Sister Jun really okay?”
“Don’t worry, the opponent is the challenger.”
On the arena, Fang Hao, seeing that most people had arrived, spoke,
“Starting in ten seconds.”
Zheng Yuan opened his eyes, his long sword unsheathed, its tip pointing directly at Jun Liuhe.
Jun Liuhe still had her eyes closed, standing with one hand behind her back, her white and green intertwined hair swaying in the wind, breathtakingly beautiful.
“Begin!”
As soon as the referee’s words fell, Zheng Yuan instantly burst forth at full speed, leaving a afterimage, stepping in front of Jun Liuhe, his long sword aimed directly at her chest.
It was a simple, unadorned strike, but behind it lay countless hours of practice and experience. If Xia Jiuyuan had been on the arena, he would have undoubtedly lost.
But it was Jun Liuhe on the arena. She opened her eyes at this moment, her gaze falling precisely on the extremely fast sword tip.
With a slight movement of her feet and a gentle twist of her waist, the blade grazed past her shoulder.
Although Zheng Yuan seemed to look down on Jun Liuhe before the fight, he showed no carelessness in actual combat.
After all, a Fairy who could cultivate was suspicious no matter how one looked at it.
His combat instincts were very high; he seemed to have anticipated that Jun Liuhe could dodge this thrust. The moment the sword tip thrust out, his arm had already changed its force application, turning what looked like a thrust into a slash, and the sword light once again pressed towards Jun Liuhe’s throat.
However, to everyone’s surprise, Jun Liuhe directly extended her delicate hand to grab the approaching sword body!
Wang Ji, Fang Hao, and Le Yunzhe, who were watching from the sidelines, all frowned.
Bang!
Her slender, delicate hand firmly grasped the sword body!
Zheng Yuan’s mind buzzed at that instant; he truly couldn’t believe this person could grab his sword with her hand.
More Forging Peak than Forging Peak?
How? Was she really a third-rank cultivator?
But his combat instincts made him quickly counterattack.
A vast spiritual energy rapidly erupted, coiling around the sword, and in the next moment, it ignited explosively with Jun Liuhe’s delicate hand.
Then he used his strongest ultimate skill,
Sword Intent, Fire Serpent!
Crimson flames, like a serpent, bared their fangs, coiling up Jun Liuhe’s arm, seemingly aiming directly for her face.
But a faint smile appeared on Jun Liuhe’s lips as she elegantly watched the fire serpent attacking her.
This scene made Zheng Yuan freeze. When he reacted, he found that Jun Liuhe’s other hand had, at some unknown point, already grasped the small fire serpent that had just coiled around her wrist.
“Zheng Yuan surrenders!”
Wang Ji, who was watching from the side, shouted to Fang Hao, but at the same moment he shouted,
Jun Liuhe tightened her grip, the fire serpent shattered, and then a powerful aura separated the two as Fang Hao appeared.
The entire battle lasted only a few seconds.
Jun Liuhe dropped the sword in her hand; her fair, slender hand looked slightly red and slightly injured, as if there were no actual wounds.
Looking at Zheng Yuan, he had already lost consciousness, bleeding from all seven orifices.
Upon seeing Zheng Yuan’s miserable state, Wang Ji questioned,
“You did that on purpose?!”
Jun Liuhe glanced at Wang Ji, then ignored him and said to Fang Hao,
“Now, No. 41 challenges No. 31.”
“Holy cow, holy cow, what a Junior Sister, you—this—holy cow, alright, I’ll go tell No. 31 to prepare.
Um… if possible, please don’t do that again. When something like this happens, we referees will be held accountable.”
Jun Liuhe nodded, jumped off the arena, and walked towards the stunned Lucky Peak disciples.
“Junior Sister Jun is amazing! I want to challenge too, um… challenge No. 44!”
Li Le excitedly rushed towards Arena No. 44, as if he were the victor.
Duan Shahe also laughed, “Since Junior Sister Jun is so stable, I won’t stay here to watch the match. After all, it’s nap time right now.”
And Mo Mo, far away on Arena No. 52, also completed her creation at that instant.
On the canvas, a ferocious Jun Liuhe crushed the small fire serpent, and poor Zheng Yuan bled from his seven orifices.
She murmured to herself,
“Indeed, a work only has value when it’s artistically processed like this. I truly love this Martial Arts Competition.”
On the other side,
Fang Hao patted the sullen Wang Ji and comforted him,
“Don’t be angry, Brother Wang. At the end of the day, Zheng Yuan started this.”
“I know, but—”
“Brother Wang! If you ask me, you shouldn’t bother with this matter. You’re not only a genius of Sword Peak but also a genius of our Asked the Sect.
While the existence of Lucky Peak might not be entirely reasonable, don’t you feel that Sword Peak’s performance has also been overly strange?”
“I’m too lazy to even respond to that. Setting aside the facts, right… Forget it, I’ll investigate the internal issues of Sword Peak.”
With that, he dragged the unconscious Zheng Yuan and left the place.
Fang Hao shook his head, returned to Xia Jiuyuan’s side, and asked,
“I think Junior Sister Jun is truly an absolute dark horse. Should we publicize her again?”
“Whatever.”
“Alright, then I’ll take the initiative. See you.”
After bidding farewell to Fang Hao, Le Yunzhe hesitated and said, “Your Junior Sister Jun… Um, Brother Xia, be careful of Junior Sister Jun.”
“Huh? What’s wrong?”
“Brother Xia might not know what Junior Sister Jun just did.
How to put it, the one she was playing against just now wasn’t Zheng Yuan, but Fang Hao.
Her initial goal was how to cripple Zheng Yuan under Fang Hao’s protection, not just defeat him.”
“Cripple? What happened to Zheng Yuan?”
“His long-nurtured Sword Intent was shattered in such an absurd way. It will take some time to recover, at least for this week, he’s out of commission.
And most importantly, such a result is very likely to make him waver in his own Sword Intent. If his mindset truly changes… then he might really be crippled.
That’s why I said be careful of Junior Sister Jun. You should know that even if she chopped off Zheng Yuan’s arm, our Asked the Sect could heal him the same day, but she chose this kind of psychological attack instead.”
Le Yunzhe shook his head, seemingly afraid that if Xia Jiuyuan angered Jun Liuhe, he would face cruel retaliation.
But this was entirely Zheng Yuan’s fault. Jun Liuhe’s personality was cold; most of the time, if you provoked her, she wouldn’t bother with you.
Yet this Zheng Yuan insisted on attacking Jun Liuhe’s race…
Xia Jiuyuan looked at Jun Liuhe, who was standing with her eyes closed on Arena No. 31.
“It’s fine, Junior Sister Jun is actually very well-behaved and obedient.”
Le Yunzhe’s mouth twitched upon hearing this, his expression one of ‘it’s hard to advise a doomed person’.
“Uh… alright, as long as you know what you’re doing. I’ll be going now. Come to my place whenever you’re free these next few days.”
“Okay.”
After saying goodbye to Le Yunzhe, Xia Jiuyuan looked at Jun Liuhe again, but inexplicably thought of Mo Mo, and couldn’t help but shiver.
It’s fine, it should be fine… right?