The rules of the finals were to either knock the opponent out of the arena or leave the arena to admit defeat. Otherwise, the match would continue.
Murong Qiqi had made use of this to target her ankles and calves, so that she could not leave the arena. This way, the match would continue until she was beaten to death.
Murong Qinglian heard Ryuze Jingtian's words very clearly. She also knew that Murong Qiqi was definitely looking for this opportunity to kill her. Even though the key parts of her legs were dislocated, she still tried her best to crawl towards the edge of the arena. One step, two steps, three steps … Before Murong Qinglian could crawl to the edge, the red muslin had already wrapped around her legs and pulled her back.
"Good sister, didn't you say that you were going to teach me a lesson? It's been so long now, but I haven't seen anything yet. How can this do! Why don't you let me see some blood? Who knows, this match might be over. "
"Murong Qiqi, don't go overboard!" Murong Qinglian gritted her teeth. What blood? Wasn't this letting her see blood? She was already in such a sorry state, so what else did Murong Qiqi want?
"I'm going overboard?" Murong Qiqi felt like she had heard the funniest joke in the world. The red muslin danced and wrapped around Murong Qinglian tightly, bringing her in front of Murong Qiqi.
"When Father was beating me, who was the one who secretly hammered the nails into the board?"
Murong Qiqi's words shocked Murong Qinglian. Her rosy lips trembled slightly. "W-what are you saying? I don't understand …"
"You don't understand, or you don't want to admit it?" Murong Qiqi sneered, the killing intent in her eyes growing thicker.
"Should I thank you for showing mercy? Luckily, you only hammered two nails. If you had hammered twenty, wouldn't I have died on the spot? No … you wouldn't have hammered so many, or you would have exposed your evil heart. That's why you hammered two nails, one on the left and one on the right, into my bones! "
Thinking about what the original owner of this body had experienced, Murong Qiqi's gaze towards Murong Qinglian became colder. That pitiful person had died in the hands of this group of vicious people! If she hadn't met her godfather and master and received timely treatment, her legs would have been crippled.
"No, no, I didn't do it …" Murong Qinglian shook her head and bit her lips. Murong Qiqi actually found out that she was the culprit? How was that possible?
She just wanted to teach Murong Qiqi a lesson, so she had someone place a movable nail in the crevice of the board so that the nail could be driven into her bones at the first strike. It was said that some people had their legs crippled because of this. Who would have thought that not only was Murong Qiqi safe and sound, she even managed to learn martial arts!
When Murong Qiqi returned, she thought that Murong Qiqi was lucky that the nails had only pierced her flesh and not her bones. Hearing Murong Qiqi's words, Murong Qinglian finally understood that the nail had indeed hurt her. However, she was still able to survive! It was unbelievable!
"Ah …" Seeing that Murong Qinglian was still so stubborn even at death's door, the coldness in Murong Qiqi's eyes instantly thawed and became incomparably gentle. "Regardless of whether it was you or not, I will remember it!"
Before Murong Qinglian could ponder over the conspiracy behind Murong Qiqi's sweet smile, Murong Qiqi's hand tightened and she pulled out the red muslin that was wrapped around Murong Qinglian.
"Ah …" Murong Qinglian screamed. When the red muslin brushed past her skin, a layer of fine wounds immediately appeared. Fresh blood instantly dyed her light-colored dress red.
Not good! Jia Lan was shocked. He actually didn't know that Murong Qiqi could injure someone to this extent with just a piece of red muslin.
"Lord, this is the Four Nation Youth Competition. We can't participate!" Seeing that Jia Lan wanted to save Murong Qinglian, Jin Yu immediately grabbed his arm. "Furthermore, she is so weak. How could she be the person that Lord Mi Sha is looking for?"
Jia Lan knew that Jin Yu's words made sense. How could someone who could break through the sixth floor's illusion be so 'weak'?
However, before he came, Mi Sha had instructed him that he would rather admit a thousand mistakes than let one go. Therefore, whether Murong Qinglian was the person that Mi Sha was looking for or not, he could only wait for Mi Sha to confirm it personally. As for his mission, he had to ensure that Murong Qinglian was still alive before Mi Sha arrived.
Just as Murong Qiqi's red muslin wrapped around Murong Qinglian's body again, a blue figure appeared in front of Murong Qiqi. "Shing —" A silver light flashed. Jia Lan's slender saber cut the red muslin into two.
"Lady, he has already admitted defeat. Why do you have to take his life? When it is possible to let someone off, one should forgive them! "Jia Lan's smile remained unchanged. His expression was gentle and calm. Jia Lan's sudden appearance stunned Murong Qiqi. At the same time, Murong Qinglian saw hope.
"Saving a life is better than building a seven-storied pagoda. Furthermore, the two of you are siblings. Why do you have to harm your own flesh and blood?"
Murong Qinglian lay on the ground, gasping for air. The small wounds on her body were hurting badly. Seeing that someone had come to save her, Murong Qinglian hurriedly crawled over and hugged Jia Lan's leg. She was like a person who had fallen into water and saw a life-saving straw. She held on tightly to Jia Lan's clothes. "I beg you, save me. She will kill me. I beg you! Save me! "
Jia Lan frowned slightly when he felt the force coming from his leg.
Looking again, the blue brocade clothes were stained with blood. Jia Lan's expression became even more unsightly. Although he still maintained his scholarly smile, the blade in his hand had chopped off the clothes that Murong Qinglian was holding onto. He moved sideways and pulled out his leg, not letting Murong Qinglian come any closer.
He did not like women's touch. Moreover, Murong Qinglian was so dirty and stained with blood. Afraid that Murong Qinglian would pester him again, Jia Lan stood far away from her to prevent her from approaching.
"Why don't you let her go! Consider it as giving me face! "Jia Lan smiled at Murong Qiqi.
"You?" Being disturbed had already made Murong Qiqi very unhappy. Now that Jia Lan had spouted a bunch of nonsense, Murong Qiqi's mood became even worse. Raising her brows, Murong Qiqi revealed a charming smile. "Who are you? What face do you have? What qualifications do you have for me to give you face? "
Murong Qiqi's words were brimming with dissatisfaction. Her sharp and unkind words caused Jia Lan to be stunned. For the first time, other than a smile, he showed an expression.
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