She abruptly stopped, her entire being exuding an aura of unyielding strength and unwavering resolve. Standing there, she possessed an indomitable spirit. No matter how many arrows rained down upon her, she remained steadfast and unyielding, like a mountain! You are the arrows, and she is the unparalleled shield, providing both defense and protection!
"Ah!" Murong Qianxue unleashed her full power, letting out a calm shout as she charged towards Luo Zhiheng.
As soon as she moved, tens of thousands of people on the ground followed suit!
Boom! A series of incredulous exclamations erupted from the crowd, merging into a deafening roar.
So the martial arts competition wasn't a dance contest, but a contest of fists and kicks?! This was the first time in the tournament's hundred-year history that martial arts had been brought to the ring! A women's arena, suddenly filled with men's kung fu? This was utterly unbelievable! But then they thought, Luo Zhiheng was an unknown quantity; her very existence made the unbelievable seem reasonable. They had to calm down and watch carefully. Suddenly, they became excited. They really hoped that Miss Murong would give that annoying bitch Luo Zhiheng a sound beating and throw her off the ring!
Unbeknownst to the two on the stage, they had already officially begun their duel.
Luo Zhiheng retreated lightly and continuously, while Murong Qianxue's moves were fierce and relentless. Luo Zhiheng remained composed and dignified, neither foolish nor outstanding, appearing quite ordinary.
However, Murong Qianxue dared not underestimate her opponent. The closer she got to Luo Zhiheng, the more she fought with her, the more she felt that Luo Zhiheng was unfathomable, impossible to grasp or understand, and she always felt that this woman was extremely dangerous. Her current slight advantage did not allow Murong Qianxue to relax or become complacent. She was always worried that Luo Zhiheng would launch a counterattack when she was at her strongest.
Therefore, Murong Qianxue became increasingly cautious as the fight progressed. Even though Luo Zhiheng had several obvious weaknesses right in front of her, she kept wondering, would Luo Zhiheng intentionally leave such obvious openings for her? She shouldn't be so foolish; otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to overcome all obstacles so haphazardly. So, was this Luo Zhiheng's scheme?
Murong Qianxue became interested, and with a cautious yet probing kick, she aimed for Luo Zhiheng's lower body. But the moment the kick landed, Murong Qianxue regretted it, unable to retract her foot. Because she saw Luo Zhiheng suddenly smile!
It wasn't the mouth hidden under the veil that was laughing, but rather Luo Zhiheng's large eyes that were laughing, eerie and dangerous!
Luo Zhiheng's attack was lightning-fast. She exposed a seemingly vulnerable lower body to her enemy, but as the enemy extended a foot to probe for an attack, she immediately moved forward, grabbing Murong Qianxue's ankle. Her beautiful hand instantly transformed into a claw, gripping Murong Qianxue's ankle tightly and spinning her around, leaving her suspended in mid-air. She slammed her palm into Murong Qianxue's foot, and the momentum sent Murong Qianxue flying straight out, then slid back several meters before crashing into a pillar at the edge of the ring, half of her body hanging off the edge.
Murong Qianxue was shocked and quickly grabbed her master to steady herself. Before she could even calm herself down, she was annoyed that she had been careless and had been tricked by Luo Zhiheng. Then, she heard footsteps that were as light as a spring and as heavy as a drumbeat coming from the front. She looked up sharply and leaped up to avoid the oncoming palm strike.
Luo Zhiheng pressed her advantage, but she wasn't annoyed when her palm missed. Seeing Murong Qianxue standing panting on the other side of the arena, she cracked her knuckles, her eyes wild and untamed like a wolf. She twisted her neck, as if what she had just done was just a warm-up. She had completely let go, and in this battle, she was still the dominant overlord!
"Murong Qianxue, you're very good. You've aroused my fighting spirit. So, let's have a great battle!" Luo Zhiheng's eyes sparkled beneath her veil, her tone arrogant.
With a wave of her hand, weapons racks were immediately brought up from both sides, displaying various sharp weapons made of genuine materials. They landed with a thud at the very edge of the arena.
The entire room was tense and silent; the dramatic change in Luo Zhiheng before and after this moment was so obvious to them.
Sharp, powerful, domineering, decisive, and even murderous!
She was now like a fierce wolf, unleashing her proud yet insatiable spirit! At this moment, no one dared to underestimate her, because she was no longer the rogue and scoundrel Luo Zhiheng she once was.
Li Xian'er's nerves were on edge, and Luo Zhiheng's words echoed in her ear amidst her yawning.
She said, "I have a talent that none of you have, and that is... I dare to kill!"
At this moment, Luo Zhiheng was as alluring as fire, and the aura she displayed was domineering and chilling, which could be summed up in just a few words: I dare to kill!
Luo Zhiheng glanced sharply at the weapon rack, then appeared under a long spear. With a powerful kick, the spear shot out of the rack, and Luo Zhiheng nimbly caught it.
The bandit father said that the long spear is the loyal soul of the battlefield, and the Yang family's good lads are invincible with their long spears in hand!
She pointed the sharp tip of her red-tasseled spear at Murong Qianxue, her eyes devoid of their former smile, filled only with coldness and fighting spirit. She charged straight at Murong Qianxue.
Murong Qianxue was stunned by Luo Zhiheng's sudden burst of murderous aura and sharpness. By the time she reacted, Luo Zhiheng's spear was already right in front of her. Her pupils contracted, and she only had time to grab a weapon at random to block it. With a clang, Murong Qianxue's weapon was pressed to the ground by Luo Zhiheng's spear.
Without sheathing her gun, Luo Zhiheng fought with increasing ferocity. Murong Qianxue was also intimidated by her powerful aura, pressing her body against the weapon rack to dodge repeatedly, as Luo Zhiheng's attacks fell almost relentlessly.
For a moment, Murong Qianxue could only dodge in a disheveled manner, completely powerless to resist!
Everyone held their breath, only then realizing a fact they were unwilling to admit.
It turns out Luo Zhiheng wasn't entirely useless; she simply channeled her talents and virtues into dancing and spear fighting. Who knew Luo Zhiheng was so skilled! Now that she's so arrogant, even if she were cornered by a few men, she probably wouldn't be the one getting beaten up!
The judges were stunned by Luo Zhiheng's fierce and ruthless attacks, and equally astonished by her remarkable skill at such a young age. But what alarmed them even more was that Luo Zhiheng was fighting the Duke of Zhenguo's beloved younger sister; she could not afford to be harmed in the slightest!
The judges also saw that many soldiers and servants had already poured in from all sides, pushing past the crowd. Seeing that the competition was about to get out of control, the judges stood up nervously, but they held back from speaking, their hearts pounding with anxiety.
As Luo Zhiheng's gunfire rained down, Murong Qianxue dodged frantically, the thrilling scene eliciting gasps of alarm from the audience. But none of this seemed to distract Luo Zhiheng.
Bang!
Luo Zhiheng's spear fell too fast, its sharp tip piercing the wooden planks of the arena. With a forceful upward thrust, she overturned the entire row of planks, leaving the arena in ruins!
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Because of Luo Zhiheng's delay, Murong Qianxue quickly escaped Luo Zhiheng's terrifying attack range. She suddenly grabbed a bow and arrow from Luo Zhiheng's weapon rack, quickly nocked the arrow, drew the bowstring taut, aimed at Luo Zhiheng's thigh, and released the arrow the instant Luo Zhiheng charged forward!
The arrow shot out swiftly, heading straight for Luo Zhiheng's legs!
Everyone was shocked. These two women weren't just competing; they were risking their lives! This was a real, no-holds-barred battle, and the unrestrained and wild aura emanating from them was something these people, living comfortably in the rear, had never seen before.
Luo Zhiheng narrowed her eyes slightly. As the arrow flew towards her, she suddenly thrust her spear hard into the wooden board and nimbly leaped onto the spear shaft. The arrow almost passed right under her feet, and Luo Zhiheng was just a hair's breadth away from bleeding profusely.
She nimbly jumped off the spear, pulled it out from behind her back, and with a swift motion, brought up a plank of wood. Using the force of the blow, she smashed the spear straight down on Murong Qianxue's head.
Murong Qianxue had recovered her senses by now, feeling her blood boiling with excitement. She was no longer afraid; instead, she was thrilled. She leaped to dodge, grabbed her longsword, and slashed it horizontally in the air. A clang rang out as the blade clashed, sparks flying fiercely through the air!
The two women smiled at each other, both seeing the exhilaration and delight in each other's eyes.
It's not just men's friendships forged on the battlefield; women's friendships can also be forged in struggle! The two shared a mutual respect. They fought so fiercely, it was as if they'd known each other for a long time!
But they won't be polite to each other!
"Luo Zhiheng, you're very good!" Murong Qianxue said breathlessly.
Luo Zhiheng raised an eyebrow, her eyes brimming with intense emotion: "You're not bad either, Murong Qianxue."
The two suddenly stopped laughing, and the clanging of guns clashing in the air suddenly intensified. Their movements were surprisingly evenly matched, fast, accurate, and ruthless; one attacked while the other defended, one attacked while the other dodged. After countless rounds of this fierce battle, Murong Qianxue finally began to tire.