Chapter 89

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With the shrill cry of Wang Luolan, the youngest daughter of the Wang family, the rest of the Wangs could not help but cheer.

How many years have passed.

The aggressive actions of the Liu and Zhao families left the Wangs with no choice but to endure, their living space being gradually squeezed. Any resistance would invite a joint suppression from the Liu and Zhao families.

But today, they could finally hold their heads high.

Wang Luoqiu, at the tender age of eleven, had faced and defeated the direct descendant of the Liu family's young generation in a direct confrontation.

Especially the older generation of the Wangs felt as if the clouds had parted to reveal a clear sky, a sense of relief and openness after years of suppression, as if all the pent-up frustration had been released by Wang Luoqiu's resounding victory.

The victory was so clean and decisive that even Wang Shouzhe, who was holding Wang Luolan, couldn't help but nod in approval. Luoqiu had a real talent for combat, and compared to the scattered cultivator she had defeated a few days ago, she had made significant progress, her movements becoming even more fluid and precise, her mystic energy bursting at just the right moments.

However, Wang Shouzhe was also very clear that this was because Liu Yonghao, the young man, had rather mediocre fundamentals, far inferior to the desperate scattered cultivator.

The growing crowd of onlookers also joined in the cheering and clamor. Most of them had already taken the side of the Wangs, and the Liu family's bullying of a younger opponent had backfired. The final outcome was naturally something they were happy to see.

In contrast to the Wangs' jubilation.

The faces of the Liu family members were so gloomy they could have dripped water, their humiliation reaching new heights.

As some clan members helped the young leader Liu Yonghao back, their movements were dejected.

Zhao Jinxian, the head of the Zhao family, glanced at Liu Shengye and frowned slightly, saying, "Brother Liu, don't just focus on making money. You should also put more effort into teaching the younger generation. Yonghao's fundamentals are not solid enough."

Zhao Jinxian, a clan head skilled in mystic martial techniques, had never been too impressed with Liu Shengye, who was known for his shrewdness and meticulousness.

In his view, a mystic martial family ultimately needed to be strong.

Strength could suppress all opposition. Strength would naturally bring in more resources.

Liu Shengye's face twitched, and he said in a sarcastic tone, "Could it be that Brother Jinxian is planning to send your direct descendant to challenge that girl? Your son is only fourteen, and his cultivation is barely at the third level of the Qi Refinement stage. I doubt he would be a match for her."

"Regardless, we must turn this around," Zhao Jinxian said, stroking his beard. "Look, that girl has already returned."

Sure enough, Wang Luoqiu was mimicking Wang Shouzhe's movements, walking back slowly, as if the young generation of the Liu and Zhao families were all worthless, none of them worthy of her attention.

Liu Shengye's eyes lit up. "Brother Zhao, you mean..."

"My son, Zhao Dingteng, has been diligently practicing mystic martial techniques since childhood, but he only has a slight edge over Wang Luoqiu. There's no guarantee of victory," Zhao Jinxian said calmly. "We can't afford to lose in the young generation. Dingteng!"

From behind him, a burly young man stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "I'm here, Father."

"You go challenge another girl who's been talking big."

"Um, I wanted to fight the one from just now. She's strong and interesting."

"Follow orders. We can't afford to lose."

"Alright," the burly young man, Zhao Dingteng, said reluctantly, and immediately walked to the square, shouting at the Wangs, "That girl, come down here. Let's spar."

He pointed at Wang Luojing.

"Me?" Wang Luojing was slightly taken aback.

"Yes, I'm talking to you," Zhao Dingteng said in a deep voice. "I wanted to fight the little tigress from just now, but Father said we can't afford to lose, so I have to fight you."

The scene fell silent.

After a few moments, the crowd burst into laughter. Was this young man really so honest?

Even Wang Shouzhe's lips twitched. It was rumored that Zhao Dingteng, the current direct descendant of the Zhao family, was not good at socializing and was more focused on cultivation. But he didn't expect him to be so naive.

However, this young man had a deep and resonant voice, a robust and muscular build, and a steady and solid gait, indicating that his fundamentals were not bad.

When Wang Luoqiu saw this opponent, she was immediately excited. "No problem, let's fight. I'll go easy on you." She was willing to go on stage, even if he called her a little tigress.

But before she could finish speaking, Wang Luojing pulled her behind her. "Go away, you've already fought once. Now it's my turn."

Without waiting for Wang Luoqiu to react, Wang Luojing ran down the steps and walked to the square, saying to Zhao Dingteng, "Wang Luojing, please guide me."

Seeing this, Wang Luoqiu pouted, regretting deeply. "If I had known someone else would still come forward, I shouldn't have come back."

Wang Shouzhe chuckled to himself. Who made you show off? You won, and you had to act cool, even mimicking my walk. You exaggerated it on purpose.

"Sixth Sister is already very strong," Wang Luolan said admiringly. "When I grow up, I want to be as strong as Sixth Sister."

These words made Wang Luoqiu smile. She crossed her arms and raised her head, speaking in a commanding tone, "It's just okay. Luolan, let me tell you, there are always better people out there. On the path to invincibility, there will be setbacks and challenges. Just be..."

"Enough, don't corrupt Little Eight," Wang Shouzhe interrupted. Before she could react, he added, "Your performance in this battle was good. You get 50 merit points."

Merit points? Wang Luoqiu's eyes narrowed, and she smiled, but she still haggled. "Only 50 points? That was a direct descendant. Is that all he's worth?"

She emphasized the word "direct descendant," as if to stress that a direct descendant was very valuable. You, Wang Shouzhe, are also a direct descendant.

"That's a watered-down one, not even as good as the scattered cultivator you fought before. I'm practically subsidizing you. If you don't want it, fine."

"I'll take it, 50 points it is," Wang Luoqiu said reluctantly. "How many points will Wang Luojing get for her fight?"

"Zhao Dingteng is a formidable opponent with a solid foundation," Wang Shouzhe said with a serious expression. "We'll see how he performs in the actual battle, but I estimate at least 100 merit points."

One hundred points?

Wang Luoqiu's vision went dark, and she swayed, regretting deeply. If she had known, she would have lost the rock-paper-scissors game.

Life is so bleak.

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"Zhao Dingteng of the Zhao family," Zhao Dingteng said with a naive smile. "What weapon do you use, young lady?"

"?" Wang Luojing was confused. "I'm not skilled with weapons."

"In that case, I won't hold back," Zhao Dingteng said, waving his hand. Immediately, a guard brought his weapon, two large octagonal hammers!

The crowd immediately erupted in protest. How could he use such heavy weapons when the young lady didn't even use a weapon? Wasn't this bullying?

What about his dignity?

Even Liu Yonghao, who had just been defeated, was better; at least he knew to fight bare-handed.

Unfortunately, Zhao Dingteng was unaffected by the taunts. He continued to smile naively, holding his heavy hammers and saying, "Young lady, please guide me."

Wang Luojing broke out in a cold sweat.

Was this guy really naive, or was he pretending? It seemed that beneath his naive exterior, there was a hint of cunning.

She had to be careful.

If she lost, Wang Luoqiu would never let her live it down.

"Please guide me," Wang Luojing said, drawing a fine steel short sword, which she had exchanged for with merit points.

As soon as she spoke, Zhao Dingteng roared and swung his heavy octagonal hammers, charging like a wild bull. The air seemed to crack with the force of his hammer.

He attacked without hesitation, without any delay.

The crowd immediately tensed. Zhao Dingteng seemed very powerful, and if that hammer hit, Wang Luojing would be seriously injured or even killed.

Fortunately, Wang Luojing was prepared. She had been trained by Wang Luoqiu's aggressive style, and with a light step, she moved back like a graceful bird.

"Boom!"

Zhao Dingteng's hammer missed, and the cobblestones beneath his feet were shattered, sending debris flying.

Wang Shouzhe's eyes narrowed. As expected, Zhao Dingteng was not simple. Even if he hadn't undergone a bloodline mutation, he was at least a gifted individual.

This strength was something the undeveloped Wang Luoqiu couldn't match.

Wang Luoqiu was also surprised. "This guy is so strong. Is he a monster?" She imagined herself in the fight and felt it would be very difficult to win. Of course, the outcome wasn't certain, as combat wasn't just about strength.

Wang Shouzhe glared at her. Compared to you, you're the monster. You're only eleven and haven't even developed yet.

However, Wang Shouzhe was somewhat relieved. With Wang Luojing's abilities, she had a clearer advantage against Zhao Dingteng. While the young man was strong, his speed was slightly slower than Wang Luoqiu's.

His massive build and the heavy hammers were a disadvantage.

Wang Shouzhe's judgment was based on this, but not everyone saw it the same way.

On the battlefield, Zhao Dingteng seemed to have the upper hand, controlling the fight. He charged recklessly, and Wang Luojing could only dodge and evade, looking quite flustered.

It seemed that with a bit more effort, Zhao Dingteng could defeat Wang Luojing.

But what they didn't know was that Wang Luojing was holding back. Her speed and agility were slightly better than Wang Luoqiu's. She was leading him around, wearing him down and depleting his mystic energy.

Her tactics were correct, and even Wang Shouzhe nodded in approval. Wang Luojing's strength wasn't just in her talent but in her ability to think strategically, planning the entire battle from the start.

Suddenly!

The situation changed.

As Wang Luojing dodged another attack from Zhao Dingteng, he chuckled and roared, suddenly increasing his speed by ten to twenty percent, leaving a trail of afterimages as he swung his hammer at Wang Luojing.

Holding back!

Many people were shocked. They never expected the naive Zhao Dingteng to be so cunning, controlling his speed from the beginning and unleashing his full speed at the critical moment to turn the tide.

Not good!

The Wangs' faces changed dramatically.

The Liu and Zhao families, on the other hand, were elated.

They won!

That girl would be seriously injured or killed, and the Wangs would be humiliated.

At this critical moment.

Wang Luojing's expression didn't change. She flicked her wrist, and the fine steel short sword flew toward Zhao Dingteng's face.

Zhao Dingteng had to retract his attack to dodge, seemingly saving Wang Luojing from a crisis. But without her weapon, how could Wang Luojing continue to fight? She was bound to lose, and he immediately charged again at full speed.

"Ha ha!"

Wang Luojing smiled lightly and increased her speed, continuing to lead Zhao Dingteng around. Compared to her previous flustered state, she moved like a butterfly, light and agile, almost reaching the level of the Willow Fluff technique.

This girl! She was also holding back? Her agility was so impressive? The Liu and Zhao families' joy turned to shock. If this continued, it might end in a draw.

They didn't know that Wang Luojing had to be agile to avoid being beaten by Wang Luoqiu. The two girls were always competing, neither willing to yield to the other.

"Since you've revealed your ultimate move, don't blame me for being ruthless." Wang Luojing flipped her hand, and a strange-looking flute appeared. She began to play it as she retreated.

The high-frequency sound was piercing.

But to the sensory system of the purple crystal bees, it was a clear and precise command.

"Buzz buzz buzz!"

A swarm of purple crystal bees flew to the battlefield, circling around Zhao Dingteng, looking for an opportunity to attack.

Zhao Dingteng panicked, swinging his hammers wildly, but he couldn't do anything to the bees.

"Beastmaster!"

Zhao Jinxian and the others were shocked. Everyone had heard that the Wang family had a beastmaster, but due to the secrecy of the Wangs and their allies, they only knew that the Wangs had a hidden beastmaster.

They never expected the beastmaster to be a young girl, and even more coincidentally, the one fighting Zhao Dingteng.

"Not good, Dingteng will be at a disadvantage against the bees," Zhao Jinxian said, his face grim.

It was understandable.

Zhao Dingteng's fighting style was open and aggressive, relying on brute force. Against a fast opponent, he was already at a disadvantage. Now, against a fast beastmaster, how could he fight without getting close?

Using the hammers to hit the bees?

He was completely outmatched.

"Recognize defeat, Dingteng," Zhao Jinxian sighed.

Zhao Dingteng was extremely frustrated. His hammer couldn't even touch the bees, and he had no choice but to surrender. Just as he was about to speak,

Suddenly.

A dozen purple crystal bees charged at him. Zhao Dingteng