A slight surprise appeared in Fan Xian's eyes. He sighed in admiration. "No wonder you are Master Ku He's brilliant disciple. No wonder you are a superior ninth-level ace. You were able to so easily neutralize my attack." His expression was fake, but there was some truth in his words. Fan Xian knew that under the leadership of Uncle Wu Zhu, this force-feeding master, he was indeed not a match for this girl in front of him.
He took a step back, his face full of determination. He sheathed the poisoned dagger into his boot and spread out his right hand. "I am not a match for you in terms of weapons. I would like to ask for your martial arts."
Haitang slowly sheathed her sword. The sword she carried with her was not very long, so the sheath was hidden in the village girl's clothes that did not match her identity at all. It was not easy to find.
Fan Xian smiled slightly and raised his hands in greeting. The tip of his foot pushed off the ground. Without any reason, he transformed into a gray dragon and charged directly toward the girl's body.
Haitang's clear eyes were wide open. Ever since she had left her apprenticeship, she had challenged countless aces from the north, but she had never encountered such a life-risking, heroic style of fighting as Fan Xian. Did he not know that in this kind of stupid charge, all she had to do was turn around slightly, and she would be able to completely take control of the situation?
Originally, her teacher, who was revered by everyone, had not given her any other tasks. He had also specifically warned her not to complicate the issue. When Haitang saw the beautiful young man looking down on her, her eyes still couldn't help but light up. She thought to herself that killing him right here and now was not a bad choice.
Then, she turned slightly on her heel and shifted her center of gravity back two inches.
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In a flash, Fan Xian had already charged in front of her. A punch without any finesse struck straight out. His target was the bulging chest under the flowery clothing.
When the fist was less than three inches from Haitang's body, Haitang's body was like a willow branch. It was as if it had been snapped in half by the wind of the fist. Her entire body fell back in a miraculous manner. Using her heel as the axis, she drew a semicircle. A moment later, her entire body floated behind Fan Xian like a gust of wind. She gently raised her right palm and slapped toward the back of Fan Xian's head.
It looked like a simple action, but given Fan Xian's speed and the short amount of time, it appeared incomparably exquisite.
Her casual palm was like swatting a fly. It was swatted so casually, so matter-of-factly … matter-of-factly referred to the feeling it gave bystanders. Since that light palm had been swatted out, in the next moment, it would naturally fall on the back of Fan Xian's head, slapping this immortal of poetry into a poetry ghost in the underworld.
Unfortunately, she had underestimated Fan Xian's reaction speed, his powerful control over his body, and the tyrannical zhenqi in his body.
So Fan Xian grunted. His front foot had already sunk deep into the soft meadow soil. If a normal person wanted to suddenly stop while charging forward at such a high speed, their right knee would probably not be able to withstand the force and shatter into pieces. However, Fan Xian used the powerful rebound to abruptly stop his body.
Without even turning his head, he pulled out the dagger from his boot and stabbed it from under his armpit.
The tip of the black sword was pointing at the illusory palm that seemed to carry a trace of Transcendence Immortal Qi!
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Haitang's brows furrowed. How could she have expected this young man to be so shameless? But she did not panic at all. She flicked her finger, and in a flash, it hit the side of the black dagger that was like a viper. Her palm lifted slightly, and her sleeve pierced through. Although she had avoided the danger of being pierced by the palm, she was still unable to deflect Fan Xian's Tyrannical zhenqi attack.
The basket that had been hanging in the crook of her left elbow swung over with unusual coincidence.
The long dagger entered the bamboo basket. After a series of hissing sounds, it turned into a sky full of bamboo shavings.
A faint fragrance, accompanied by a wave of white smoke, quickly spread out between the two of them. Haitang's brows furrowed again. She held her breath and pushed off with the tip of her foot, intending to retreat temporarily. Unexpectedly, three crossbow bolts shot out silently from the white smoke. By the time she discovered them, they were already a foot in front of her.
If it had been a normal ninth-level ace, they would have had to hold their breath after their breath had been slightly disturbed. Inevitably, they would have felt a bit depressed in their chest and abdomen. Suddenly encountering Fan Xian's crossbow technique, it would have been difficult to dodge. But Haitang was a legendary Tianmai. She waved her hand coldly, and the flowery cloth that had been wrapped around her head opened with a whoosh. It flattened in front of her face, unmoving in the wind like a piece of iron.
Clang, clang, clang. The three crossbow bolts seemed to have hit an iron plate, and shattered inch by inch. The flowery cloth in Haitang's hand also dispiritedly and powerlessly shattered into several pieces.
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Fan Xian's sneak attacks had all failed. Haitang slowly pulled out the dagger from her clothes. Her face was expressionless. She flipped her hand and threw it. The dagger was like a bolt of lightning, splitting the faint poisonous smoke. It followed a strange path and suddenly appeared in front of Fan Xian.
Fan Xian's hands crossed, and the Tyrannical zhenqi in his body rushed out. With a snap, he caught the dagger between his palms. He felt a burning pain in his palms. He knew that his opponent's pure zhenqi was still attached to the blade of the dagger. It was incomparably sharp.
A shadow floated over. Haitang's figure seemed to be not a hair slower than the flying dagger. Immediately after, she arrived on Fan Xian's body. Very calmly, she gripped the hilt of the dagger and gently turned it.
The blade was incomparably sharp. It was about to cut Fan Xian's palms.
Fan Xian gave a muffled grunt. He circulated his zhenqi to his palms, making it impossible for Haitang's dagger to turn around. Haitang furrowed her brows slightly. She seemed to be surprised that the zhenqi coming from the dagger was so tyrannical. But she did not make any extra movements. She naturally pulled out the dagger and stabbed it toward Fan Xian's face.
It was a very simple movement and a very natural movement, but it made Fan Xian feel that he could not dodge it. His palms hurt slightly. The dagger between his palms had already disappeared. In the next moment, it had arrived between his eyebrows.
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Haitang let out a low cry. Her face was full of anger. Her entire body floated up.
Below her abdomen was the black dagger that Fan Xian had pulled out from somewhere.
Two young warriors, one standing on the meadow, the other flying in the air. Fan Xian's sharp strike caused Haitang's natural strike to fail. Her body quickly spun in a circle on Fan Xian's body. The flowery clothing on her body opened up like a flower. It was somewhat dazzling.
A hand reached out from the flower and slapped toward Fan Xian's chest.
Fan Xian's eyes narrowed slightly. He did not dodge. His right palm carried a tyrannical and barbaric zhenqi and slapped toward Haitang's soft chest in the flower.
Haitang retreated again. She tilted her body and struck out with her sword. A number of clangs rang out. As the wind from the palm gradually died down, the tips of the two swords collided countless times.
A moment later, Haitang lowered her head slightly. Her right hand held the sword and slid back. The cloth wrapped around her hair had long been shredded into several pieces. At this moment, her black hair flowed down like a waterfall. Although she was still wearing the coarse clothing, the way she held the sword was as elegant and beautiful as a fairy from the ninth heaven. There was no trace of a village girl's temperament.
On the other side, Fan Xian stared at her. His hand tightly gripping the dagger was trembling slightly. A feeling of defeat rose in his heart. His moves were not as good as this woman's, but even the tyrannical zhenqi that he had always been so proud of seemed to be at a complete disadvantage in front of this woman's calm and pure zhenqi.
In reality, Haitang was even more astonished. Ever since she had left her apprenticeship, she had met who knew how many experts. Fan Xian was clearly not the strongest. His strength was at most at the threshold of the ninth-level — but it was Fan Xian who had put her in the most difficult position.
Fan Xian was only unwilling to show weakness in front of a woman. This was a sour feeling in his bones. Haitang was a peerless warrior above the ninth-level. If he had been facing Yan Xiaoyi, perhaps he would have fled long ago. But facing a village girl, he had stubbornly and stupidly chosen to attack.
Fortunately, his method of attack was extremely shameless. It was completely different from a battle between ordinary strong warriors.
Haitang stared at his handsome face and suddenly showed a look of disgust. "Among the younger generation, Master Fan can be considered an expert. But your methods are so shameless. Where is the spirit of martial arts?"
She was right. Earlier, Fan Xian had said that they would compete in martial arts, but he had used a dagger to mount a sneak attack. In the end, he had used poison smoke and crossbow arrows, dragon claws to grab breasts, and performing on the street with a sword. Haitang had never seen such a shameless person.
Fan Xian took two deep breaths and calmed the slightly disorderly breath in his chest. He forced a smile. "I have never been a martial arts master. Naturally, I will not abide by any jianghu rules. I am the Commissioner of the Overwatch Council of the Kingdom of Qing. I am an official. You are from Northern Qi. Now that you have trespassed our borders and are standing on Qing soil, I only need to capture you and punish you. What methods do I use? "
Haitang was silent. She seemed to agree with his explanation.
She slowly closed her eyes and took a deep breath. That unusually natural and beautiful aura began to strengthen around her body. The dew in the meadow beside her seemed to be jumping with joy. It struggled down the grass and turned into a faint mist.
Fan Xian narrowed his eyes. He knew that when he had struck her chest with his palm and stabbed her private parts, he had angered this proud daughter of heaven.
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Like a gust of wind, or like a glimmer of light, this early morning spring wind blew gently on the meadow. The tip of Haitang's dagger followed the wind, borrowing the light and shadow. It was incomparably gentle and natural as it stabbed towards Fan Xian. This second attack was gentler than before, but Fan Xian knew that it was also more dangerous.
His legs were a bit numb. The aftereffects of a night of fierce fighting had finally flared up. Furthermore, he was facing a ninth-level peerless warrior. He knew that he could not fight her head on. He did not have that strength.
So, Fan Xian abandoned the dagger and pulled back his palms. Narrowing his eyes slightly, he no longer attacked. Relying solely on every bit of contact between his skin and the air, he began to dodge that seemingly natural dagger.
Many years ago, he had done this. At that time, Wu Zhu had held a wooden stick.
Today, he had done it again. His opponent had held a dagger.
Wu Zhu could hit him, but Haitang … was not Wu Zhu. Even if she was a peerless peerless warrior above the ninth-level, she was still far from Wu Zhu.
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