Shen Jiao didn't care about anything else; she was genuinely worried that her teammates would vomit until their skin was wrinkled and they would turn into dried corpses.

She focused intently on administering the medicine to Gu An.

She even thoughtfully used Gu An's sleeve to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Gu An felt like he had a bunch of pills stuck in his throat and couldn't breathe. He shook his head frantically: Enough, enough!

What?

Not enough? Not enough?

Shen Jiao's expression was serious as she continued to pour the poison down her throat; it seemed this poison was quite potent.

Gu An: "..."

Help!

Someone please help him! He'll give you three pounds of sunflower seeds!

While Shen Jiao was still focused on saving her teammates, she suddenly felt a chilling sword aura rushing towards her.

Overwhelming, unstoppable, and irresistible.

Shen Jiao paused in her action of administering the medicine and quickly turned her head.

Her opponent looked disdainful and shouted, "Bluster!" He charged at her like a ferocious cheetah at 180 miles per hour.

The sword tip drew ever closer, striking her squarely between the eyebrows.

Shen Jiao felt an unprecedentedly intense killing intent.

She realized that this opponent was up to no good; so ruthless, he was bound to want to blow her head off.

When others are in trouble, they would only call for their mother, but in this critical moment, all she could think about was Ji Yan's handsome yet smug face.

The change happened in an instant, and everyone was immersed in mocking and ridiculing Gu An.

The opponent's sudden attack caught everyone off guard, and they all held their breath.

Ji Yan narrowed her eyes slightly, and the jade hairpin she was playing with suddenly stopped.

Li Wanglai, who usually works diligently, had never seen such a scene before, and his heart almost jumped out of his chest.

He yelled until his voice was hoarse: "Girl, watch out!"

"No!" Yu Wushuang and Qingfeng Gongzi, who were paying close attention to the commotion in the arena, shouted in unison.

The two men looked grim and spoke urgently.

That speed...

This sword energy...

Something's completely wrong.

This level of skill is not something an ordinary Sword Pavilion disciple should possess.

Everyone looked grave and sensed that something was wrong.

The opponent was too close to Shen Jiao and moved as fast as the wind. Even they couldn't dodge the sword unscathed, let alone Shen Jiao.

Some people at the scene were happy, while others were sad.

With this sword strike, Shen Jiao is certain to die!

Shen Jiao herself said she was very nervous, after all, this person wanted to kill her even more than the tyrant.

However, besides being nervous, she was also a little annoyed.

It was a matter of life and death, and she just wanted to save her teammates first. Why did she have to take advantage of their misfortune?

Do you know what it means to prioritize friendship over competition?

Gu An vomited until he looked like a dead fish, but was suddenly roused by the overwhelming sense of crisis.

He exclaimed, "Friend, watch out!"

Gu An was a strong-willed man. He stubbornly stood up, wanting to be a hero who would shield Shen Jiao from a sword, but was suddenly kicked away.

Gu An: "!!!"

He never imagined he would leave in this way!

Fearing that Gu An would be implicated, Shen Jiao quickly kicked her teammate aside and took the opportunity to draw her sword to confront this unethical opponent.

Although the opponent was fast, he was still a step behind Senior Brother Qinglang.

Everyone was shocked.

Has this dancer gone mad?!

You dare to block this?

Do they really think they're an impenetrable fortress?

They gasped, already imagining the horrific scene of Shen Jiao's internal organs being shattered and her death.

The tyrant remained expressionless, his narrow eyes conveying a deep meaning, while the tip of the jade hairpin in his hand silently turned towards the competition platform.

Upon seeing this, the Sword Saint of Azure Dragon slowly swallowed the breath he had been holding back.

The tyrant stood there with a gloomy gaze, like a demon crawling out of hell, making people dare not approach him even a little bit.

The area drawn with Ji Yan as the center and a radius of six meters was completely deserted.

At this moment, the tip of the sword was only an inch away from Shen Jiao!

Li Wanglai was so anxious that he paced back and forth, tears streaming down his face: "Girl!"

Liang Heng's face twisted in a grimace: "Sister Chen!"

Yu Wushuang: "Miss Chen!"

A smug smile crept across the aging rival's lips.

He had already planned it out: this sword would first slice through Shen Jiao's flesh, then pluck out her brain, and then explode in the golden sunlight.

But the opponent's smile didn't last long and froze instantly.

He stared in disbelief at the little girl in front of him who had easily blocked his sword energy with just a wave of her hand.

How is that possible?

Wasn't she supposed to be a dancer who couldn't even kill a chicken?

The scene suddenly fell silent; even the birds on the branches dared not chirp.

Everyone was shocked.

Is this really happening?

Could they have been set up again?

Li Wanglai: "???"

Is this really his daughter, so delicate that she can't take care of herself?

Ji Yan raised an eyebrow slightly, a faint smile curving her thin lips, and continued to play with the jade hairpin in her hand as if nothing had happened.

"Do you know that my friend is still vomiting blood? Why don't you wait until I finish giving him the medicine before you start attacking him!" Shen Jiao was actually still a little weak, and her hands were also a little numb from the impact of the sword energy.

But the highest level of showing off is to not show it even when you're heartbroken!

You may be afraid, but you need to be bold!

"Who I save is none of my business. He's useless, what does it have to do with me?"

An aging opponent, likely a seasoned veteran, quickly regained his composure.

He sneered, "I underestimated you just now, allowing you to escape by chance. This time, I'm going to get serious!"

Shen Jiao gripped the hilt of her sword tightly, inwardly cursing why her opponent was so difficult to defeat.

The opponent moved like a ghost, and with utmost concentration, changed tactics and continued to launch a fierce attack.

He refused to believe that Shen Jiao could handle this!

He smiled smugly; this move was his own creation, and no one could counter it.

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