This chapter pits two of Qingyun Sect's most formidable techniques against
each other. The Divine Sword Thunder Control Technique harnesses the
power of heaven's lightning, while the Ghost-Slaying Divine Art embodies the
pinnacle of swordsmanship.
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The moment Zhang Xiaofan completed his incantation, a magnificent azure
dragon materialized above him, its scales shimmering with spiritual energy. The creature coiled and writhed in the air, its presence dominating the battlefield.
"Slash!"
With a thunderous shout, Zhang Xiaofan shot forward like an arrow, the Fire Stick in his hand blazing with golden light as he charged toward Lu Xueqi.
"ROAR!"
The azure dragon bellowed, the sound waves rippling through the air and shaking the ground beneath them.
Lu Xueqi's expression remained calm,
but her grip on the Tianya Divine Sword tightened. She raised the blade high, its edge crackling with lightning, and swung downward with all her might.
A crescent of sword energy, shaped like a bolt of heavenly thunder, tore through the air toward Zhang Xiaofan. The two attacks collided in mid-air.
BOOM!!!
A cataclysmic explosion erupted, sending shockwaves rippling outward. The stone tiles of the arena shattere debris flying in all directions as
the surrounding disciples hastily reinforced their protective barriers.
Zhang Xiaofan's Fire Stick cleaved through the azure dragon's form, shattering the lightning sword aura in a dazzling display of sparks.
In an instant, he was upon Lu Xueqi-the tip of his Fire Stick stopping just a hair's breadth from her chest.
Lu Xueqi's eyes widened slightly. She knew there was no dodging this strike.
She closed her eyes, bracing for
impact.
But the pain never came.
Instead, she felt a strong arm wrap around her waist, steadying her.
"Ah?!"
Her body stiffened in surprise, and she slowly opened her eyes.
Zhang Xiaofan's face was inches from hers-ordinary, yet his gaze burned.
with an intensity that made her heart. skip a beat.
High Platform Reactions
Master Shuiyue, who had been ready to intervene, exhaled sharply
"He... held back?"
She had seen the power of that strike. Had Zhang Xiaofan not withdrawn at
the last moment, Lu Xueqi would have been severely injured.
For once, she didn't scold him for holding her disciple.
Better a hug than a stab wound. Tian Buyi stroked his beard, nodding
approvingly. "Good, good. My disciple knows
restraint."
But then his eyebrow twitched.
"Wait... why is he still holding her?!"
At the edge of the arena, Tian Ling'er puffed her cheeks, her gaze flickering between Lu Xueqi's ample curves and her own modest frame.
"I... I need to grow faster!" she thoug.... fists clenched in determination.
The Crowd's Outrage
Murmurs spread like wildfire among
the disciples.
"He actually hugged Senior Sister Lu?!" "That bastard! How dare he?!"
"Let's teach him a lesson!"
"You go first."
"Uh actually, I just remembered I have training.
"Coward!"
Lu Xueqi's Reaction
Lu Xueqi's usual icy composure
cracked slightly.
"Junior Brother Zhang you can let go
now.
Zhang Xiaofan blinked innocently. "Are you sure? You might be unsteady after such a fierce battle
"Do you think someone at the ninth level of Jade Pure can't stand
properly?" she retorted.
Zhang Xiaofan smirked.
"Well, if you insist... then I suppose I can't stand steadily either."
Lu Xueqi's cheeks flushed. She swiftly extricated herself from his grasp, then
hesitated before asking,
"Why did you stop your attack?"
Zhang Xiaofan shrugged.
"I already won, Why hurt you?"
He leaned in slightly, his voice
dropping to a whisper.
"Besides... you're going to be my wife, If I injured you now, I'd be the one suffering later."
Lu Xueqi's face burned crimson.. She shot a panicked glance toward
her master-only to meet Shuiyue's murderous glare.
"W-who said anything about being your wife?!"
With that, she leaped off the stage, her usual grace slightly flustered.
Zhang Xiaofan chuckled, watching her retreat.
Teasing her is too fun.
Preparing for the Finals
"Xiao Fan! You made it to the finals!"
Tian Ling'er cheered, bouncing
excitedly.
Zhang Xiaofan grinned.
"Top two is nothing. First place is the goal.
Zeng Shushu flicked open his fan with
a flourish.
"Junior Brother Zhang, while you
may not possess my unparalleled. handsomeness, your skills are truly commendable. This humble one is in
awe.
Zhang Xiaofan's eye twitched.
"Are you complimenting me or insulting
me?"
Zeng Shushu smiled serenely. "Both can be true."
Crack.
Zhang Xiaofan's fingers tightened around the hilt of the Fire Stick.
"One more word, and I'll make sure you never have descendants."
Zeng Shushu paled and quickly
amended.
"Y-you are the most handsome!
Undoubtedly!"
Song Daren, watching the exchange, shook his head in amusement before turning serious.
"Xiao Fan, the final match is in an hour. You should meditate and recover your strength.
Tian Ling'er nodded vigorously.
"Yeah! Beat that pervert Qi Hao and
bring glory to Dazhu Peak!"
Zhang Xiaofan sat cross-legged,
closing his eyes.
"Fine, fine. I'll rest."
(Internally, he smirked. Upper Purity Realm cultivation means I don't even need to recover. But a short break won't)
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