Chapter 67

"Brother Liu, you are mighty!"

"Brother Liu, you will surely win!"

Seeing Liu Dawei step forward, the disciples of the Qingcheng Sword School immediately burst into a chorus of enthusiastic cheers, showing that the fat man was quite respected among them.

Actually, in terms of age, Liu Dawei was relatively young in the Qingcheng Sword School. However, he had been taken in by Yuzhenzi at a young age and entered the sect early. Coupled with his profound cultivation, which far surpassed that of the others, he was later listed on the "Great Gan Heroes List." Therefore, everyone on Mount Qingcheng respectfully called him "Brother."

Zhong Wen, who had long been annoyed by this fat man who dared to dig at his foundation in front of him, was about to go up and give him a lesson when he suddenly heard Leng Wushuang beside him say softly, "Let me take this one."

"Wushuang?" Zhong Wen was taken aback. "This fat man can enter the Heroes List, so his strength shouldn't be weak. If it were a life-or-death battle, you could take his life in one move, but it's just a competition..."

He left his words half-finished, but the meaning was clear. Leng Wushuang was skilled in assassination and accustomed to a one-hit kill style, but she had little experience in point-to-point competitions.

"I will defeat him," Leng Wushuang said firmly, as if she wanted to prove something to him.

"Stupid girl, it's just the fat man's one-sided infatuation. I won't be suspicious," Zhong Wen seemed to understand something, smiling as he gently hugged the girl's fragrant shoulder and said softly, "But if you want to go, go ahead. Even if you stab him to death, you don't have to worry; we're here for you."

After saying that, he leaned in and planted a heavy kiss on Leng Wushuang's flawless cheek, then shot a challenging glance at Liu Dawei.

Seeing Zhong Wen's intimate actions with Leng Wushuang, Liu Dawei felt a surge of frustration, his chest feeling as if pierced by a thousand arrows, his lips trembling, and the fat on his face quivering.

"Ha ha!" Nangong Ling was amused by Zhong Wen's psychological tactics, secretly praising his intelligence.

Leng Wushuang, blushing, drew the precious sword crafted by Shen Dachui and slowly approached Liu Dawei, her sword pointing diagonally at the ground, her entire body instantly entering a state of full concentration.

Liu Dawei did not expect the other side to send out his ideal goddess, Leng Wushuang, and felt at a loss, wanting to chat with his crush but seeing the suddenly stern and cold aura emanating from the beautiful girl, which was completely different from the gentle girl he had seen earlier.

"Miss, I..." Liu Dawei had just opened his mouth when Leng Wushuang's long sword already came at him, its speed astonishing.

Liu Dawei did not expect Leng Wushuang, who looked like a soft girl, to be so fierce in battle, and he had to retreat repeatedly, feeling somewhat flustered.

Fortunately, Leng Wushuang was using the Wanjinlou assassination technique and not the "Deadly Strike," which was of low grade and suitable only for covert attacks, not for frontal assaults. After dodging a few times, Liu Dawei figured out Leng Wushuang's sword movements and gradually began to handle the situation with ease.

"Miss, I will counterattack now," Liu Dawei felt confident and, out of chivalry, warned her before making his move.

In the next moment, the fat man's long sword danced gracefully, the "Qingcheng Sword Technique" performed to perfection, far surpassing the two Qingcheng disciples who had fought earlier.

Leng Wushuang did not expect the other side's sword technique to be so advanced, far surpassing her assassination skills, and was forced into a corner, unable to find an opportunity to strike.

"Be careful!" Liu Dawei's "White Cloud Emerges from the Mountain" was about to hit Leng Wushuang, and he felt a sudden tension, wanting to stop but unable to.

However, Leng Wushuang's feet moved, and she somehow dodged Liu Dawei's powerful strike, appearing behind him and using her assassination technique to strike his broad back.

Liu Dawei, having used too much force, knew he was being attacked from behind but could not turn around. In a flash of inspiration, he added more force to his sword and lunged forward, using the momentum to rush a considerable distance, narrowly avoiding Leng Wushuang's decisive strike.

"Wow, this fat man is quite agile," Zhong Wen exclaimed.

"Do you think the Great Gan Heroes List is so easy to get on?" Nangong Ling said irritably, "Actually, there are many cultivators under thirty who have reached the fifth level of the Earth Wheel, but there are only a hundred spots on the list, and those who make it are the best among them."

"I don't think it's that impressive," Zhong Wen, playing the devil's advocate, muttered, "I've taken down three already. Why don't we each take a spot in the top ten for our Piaohua Palace?"

"You..." Nangong Ling was both amused and exasperated, and ignored him.

At this point, the situation on the field had become a stalemate. Liu Dawei's sword technique was exquisite, and he dominated the offensive, while Leng Wushuang's footwork was magical, often allowing her to counterattack while dodging. Neither could gain the upper hand.

"Damn, why are the girls on the other side so strong? This one doesn't even look twenty, yet she can match Brother Liu."

"Which eye do you see them as evenly matched? Clearly, Brother Liu has the advantage; the girl just runs fast."

"Why don't you try? You'll see she can suddenly stab you while running. Only Brother Liu can react in time; if it were you, you'd be dead already."

"What are you boasting about? It's like you wouldn't be dead if you went up."

"What, are you scared? Want to try?"

"Who's afraid of who..."

Seeing the two on the field at a stalemate, the Qingcheng Sword School disciples began to whisper among themselves.

"Such exquisite footwork," Yuzhenzi said, looking at Nangong Ling, "Is this girl also a disciple of your Piaohua Palace?"

"She is my aunt," Nangong Ling nodded.

"Since she is a fellow disciple, why is her sword technique so unique, completely different from your sect's techniques?"

"Aunt Leng joined with her own skills, taken in by the palace master," Nangong Ling explained frankly, "I heard she was once an assassin."

"I see," Yuzhenzi nodded slowly, instantly understanding the source of Leng Wushuang's fighting style.

Assassins excel in covert attacks, often not as strong as cultivators of the same level in direct combat. Now, his strongest disciple was facing a girl under twenty and still couldn't win, which made Yuzhenzi feel quite embarrassed, though he maintained a calm and composed demeanor, his face well-trained in the art of hiding his emotions.

As the match continued, Liu Dawei's breathing grew heavier. Both were at the fifth level of the Earth Wheel, but since he was the one attacking and Leng Wushuang was mostly dodging, their spiritual energy consumption was different. Additionally, the gap in the quality of their cultivation techniques was significant, and each of Leng Wushuang's strikes brought a cold aura, making him increasingly uncomfortable. Gradually, Liu Dawei felt mentally and spiritually exhausted.

Losing to the girl he liked in his area of expertise was unacceptable, and he felt a bit anxious. He added more force to his sword and launched a "Dragon Soaring from the Sky" strike at Leng Wushuang's left shoulder, discarding all chivalry.

Leng Wushuang rolled on the ground, disappearing into the flowers and trees.

Liu Dawei, panting heavily, tried to focus and sense Leng Wushuang's position but found nothing.

His body was tired, and his mind was agitated, causing a momentary lapse in concentration. In that brief moment, a sword with a glowing aura suddenly stabbed down from the tree above, swift and unstoppable.

Liu Dawei felt a cold aura envelop his entire body, a sharp momentum descending from the sky, and he was so frightened that he lost all ability to resist.

"Show mercy!" Yuzhenzi was shocked, worried that Leng Wushuang might hurt his beloved disciple, and shouted out.

Liu Dawei closed his eyes, waiting to die, but nothing happened. He opened his eyes and looked up to see a sword with a cold aura suspended above his head, Leng Wushuang hanging upside down, her delicate right foot, clad in white socks and beige soft shoes, hooked on a branch, fixing her slender figure, her beautiful face with large eyes coldly staring at him.

"Thank you, Miss! This match, we of the Qingcheng Sword School have lost," Yuzhenzi sighed in relief, fearing that his proud disciple might do something foolish, and quickly acknowledged the loss on Liu Dawei's behalf.

What a beautiful foot!

He didn't know that Liu Dawei was mesmerized by Leng Wushuang's foot hanging from the tree, temporarily forgetting about the match and his life.

To be fair, Leng Wushuang, born into a poor family and trained as an assassin, had feet that, while delicate, could not compare to those of noble ladies like Nangong Ling and Shangguan Mingyue. However, in Liu Dawei's eyes, the foot hanging from the tree was the most beautiful in the world.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, indeed.

Leng Wushuang, realizing Liu Dawei's impolite behavior, blushed and coldly humphed, quickly jumping down from the tree and returning to the Piaohua Palace group.

"Good job, Wushuang," Zhong Wen smiled and walked up, hugging the girl and whispering in her ear, "Was that the Wanjinlou's gold-grade concealment technique you used just now?"

"Yes," Leng Wushuang nodded gently in his arms, as docile as a lamb, all traces of her fierce aura gone.

Looking at the intimate Zhong Wen and Leng Wushuang, Liu Dawei felt another wave of intense pain, his heart bitter and his spirit lost. Losing the match, he knew he had lost the right to pursue Leng Wushuang.

However, the girl's image was firmly etched in his heart, and he felt an overwhelming frustration, a pent-up emotion ready to burst.

If this were another story, this would be the moment he finds a ring and an old man.

The Qingcheng Sword School disciples were already in an uproar.

"My God, Brother Liu actually lost!"

"How old is this girl? She can defeat someone on the Great Gan Heroes List, even if it's the 100th place."

"Does that mean she can enter the Great Gan Heroes List, even if it's the 100th place?"

"According to the rules, as long as she meets the criteria and defeats someone on the list, she can automatically replace them. She should already be considered a hero, even if it's the 100th place."

"From what Master said, the Piaohua Palace is also a sect in the Qingyun Mountain Range. If their disciples are so strong, how powerful must their leader be? Is our title as the first sect in the Qingyun Mountain Range a bit...?"

Looking at the distant Leng Wushuang and the zombie-like Liu Dawei standing under the tree, Yuzhenzi, as a seasoned person, seemed to understand something and sighed inwardly.