"Ah — —" Someone in the spectator stands cried out.
"Shing — —" Longze Jingtian did not stop and continued to thrust his sword forward. The sword pierced through Wanyan Kang's hand that was holding the sword. At this moment, the two of them faced each other, only a finger's distance away.
"Haha — —" Wanyan Kang suddenly laughed, causing Longze Jingtian to have a bad feeling. "King Jing, you are not the only one who knows how to cut off an arm to protect yourself!"
With that, Wanyan Kang's right fist landed squarely on Longze Jingtian's chest. "Bang!" Longze Jingtian let go and fell off the stage.
Wanyan Kang threw away the sword in his hand and looked at Longze Jingtian seriously. The blood on his hand dripped onto the ground. "You lost! But you are an admirable opponent! "
When Wanyan Kang got off the stage, Su Mei immediately went up to him and held his hand. Looking at his hand that was cut by the sword and the exposed bone, Su Mei felt so heartache that tears started to fall. "You fool!"
"Xiao Mei 'er, why are you crying?" Wanyan Kang's finger touched Su Mei's tears and tasted them. "Tears are bitter, I don't like it! Don't cry in the future! I'm used to your shrewish side! "
Wanyan Kang's emotional words made Su Mei cry even more. "You bastard, don't you know that I will be worried!"
"Aiyaya!" Wanyan Kang was in a good mood after being scolded by Su Mei, but he made a pained expression. "Xiao Mei 'er, if you don't treat me, my hand will be crippled in the future!"
Su Mei then remembered that Wanyan Kang's hand was injured and quickly brought him to bandage it.
On the other side, Longze Jingtian was also helped back. Seeing the doctor bandage Longze Jingtian's leg and calf, Murong Qinglian's tears welled up in her eyes. "There are no injuries to the muscles or bones, it is just a superficial wound!" Although the doctor said this, Murong Qinglian still felt a great pain in her chest.
If not for her fear of the rats, Longze Jingtian would not have been injured and would not have been bullied by that bastard Wanyan Kang.
"Don't cry, get ready and compete properly!" Jingtian Ryuze had a somewhat fatigued expression. After losing this match, he started to feel that there was no hope for him in this Four Nation Youth Competition. His intuition told him that Murong Qinglian would win against Murong Qiqi.
Murong Qinglian didn't know that Longze Jingtian was already prepared to lose the competition. Instead, she became even more confident because of his words, "Prince, don't worry, I will definitely win!"
Murong Qinglian wholeheartedly wanted to defeat Murong Qiqi and avenge Longze Jingtian, but Murong Qiqi slowly took off her fox fur coat and walked slowly onto the stage.
Today was the competition, so she had specially changed into a fiery-red outfit. The passionate and unrestrained color made Murong Qiqi look lively and refined. She was like a red plum blossom blooming proudly in the winter.
When Murong Qinglian walked onto the stage with a vengeful expression, Murong Qiqi chuckled. "Coming!"
Looking at Murong Qiqi's calm face, Murong Qinglian was instantly enraged. She unsheathed her flexible sword and released her qi in an instant.
"Oh, you're getting serious? Since you're getting serious, I'll accompany you properly! "
Just like when she was fighting Gu Li, Murong Qiqi's weapon was still the red muslin. Seeing Murong Qiqi so calm, Jia Lan could not help but nod. "Not bad! I wonder what the result will be! "
"Lady Jia Lan, who do you think will win?" Jin Yu stood beside Jia Lan and stared at the two girls on the stage.
"Murong Qiqi."
"Why?" Jia Lan's reply surprised Jin Yu.
"Intuition."
"But the pearl we found on the sixth floor was proven to be a pearl necklace. That necklace belongs to Murong Qinglian!" Jin Yu's voice was filled with doubt.
"Ha, just because she can clear the stage does not mean that she will win the competition. Just wait and see!"
Murong Qiqi and Murong Qinglian had already shed all pretense of cordiality. At this moment, they did not bother with pleasantries. When the gongs and drums sounded, the two of them started fighting for real.
This was the final match of the Four Nation Youth Competition. It was also the most crucial match. Previously, the Beizhou Nation was in the lead with two wins and one loss. If Murong Qinglian won now, it would be a draw between the two nations. There would be another match.
Everyone could see the contestants of the two nations clearly. Murong Qinglian was a Rank 5 Azure Warrior. It was already very good for her to reach this level at the age of fifteen. On the other side, Murong Qiqi had no Battle Qi and was still the rumored trash. Could she really deal with this match?
This question lingered in the hearts of the common people. Everyone stared unblinkingly at the Murong sisters, wanting to know in the end who had the upper hand.
Murong Qiqi did not intend to be polite with Murong Qinglian. Hence, the moment she appeared, she charged at Murong Qinglian with her red muslin.
Danger! Murong Qinglian sensed danger approaching and wanted to dodge. However, she did not expect Murong Qiqi's speed to be so fast. Before Murong Qinglian could dodge, the red muslin had already struck her buttocks.
"Pa!" Murong Qinglian could not help but cry out in pain.
"Pain?" Murong Qiqi revealed a demonic smile, "There's more pain to come!" The red muslin hit Murong Qinglian once again. This time, the force was even greater, causing Murong Qinglian to fall to the ground.
Before Murong Qinglian could make a move, she was already beaten to the ground. This caused the commoners who were still fearful of this Xiqi Nation contestant to immediately 'chop'. Dissatisfied voices could be heard from outside the arena. It was as if Murong Qinglian was just an embroidered pillow.
"Murong Qiqi!" Murong Qinglian did not expect that Murong Qiqi would use such a method to 'humiliate' her. As a lady, being spanked in public was such an embarrassing thing!
"Ah — —" Murong Qiqi did not reply to Murong Qinglian. Instead, she waved the red muslin in her hand and attacked Murong Qinglian again.
The two pieces of red muslin were like two fiery-red snakes. They opened their bloody mouths and wanted to devour Murong Qinglian.
This time, Murong Qinglian was prepared. Without waiting for the red muslin to hit her, she rolled to the other side. "Pa!" The red muslin fell to the ground, sending pebbles flying. One of the pebbles bounced onto Murong Qinglian's face, causing her forehead to swell.
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