Chapter 15 Of course, Ah Que can win first place! (The decisive battle)

Today is the final match. There are ten people in the final, so they went up to draw lots to determine who would play against each other, and the match began in the order drawn.

Shen Que drew the first match, so he went on stage first, and his opponent slowly followed.

The opponent turned out to be a familiar face, dressed in an expensive flowing dress, with an arrogant demeanor. Who else could it be but Song Shanshan?

Shen Que frowned when he saw Song Shanshan.

Song Shanshan never expected that her opponent would be Shen Que. She hadn't seen Shen Que since that incident. These days, because she had offended her idol, she was living in fear, afraid that she would be kicked out one day.

However, the idol hasn't made any moves to this day, and she still managed to get into the top ten by sheer luck.

Hehe, the top ten can become personal disciples. She can forget about becoming a disciple of the Moon-Gazing Immortal Venerable. She has offended him and still wants to become his disciple. She thinks it's impossible.

But if she ranked higher, she might be closer to becoming an Immortal Venerable.

Thinking of this, a fierce fighting spirit ignited in her eyes.

She turned her gaze to Shen Que, and after the two exchanged greetings, they began their battle.

Jiang Yuemian was also observing this side. She hadn't expected that Shen Que's opponent would be Song Shanshan. However, she shook her head. Shen Que was naturally capable of defeating her, so she didn't need to worry.

So she kept an eye on things while chatting with 001 about trivial matters.

Looking over here, Song Shanshan, sword in hand, flew straight at Chen Que. Chen Que's expression also turned serious. He exerted force in his hand holding the sword, and just as the sword was about to reach him, Chen Que made a move and blocked the sword with lightning speed.

"Clang—" The sound of swords clashing together followed.

Both of them immediately took a few steps back.

Song Shanshan's expression changed drastically. She possessed a fire-type celestial spiritual root and was an unparalleled genius in her family, so she naturally had reason to be proud.

She could face Shen Que, and although both of them were forced to back down by the other, she clearly felt that Shen Que's swordsmanship was superior to hers.

His strength is even greater than the last time I saw him.

Song Shanshan narrowed her eyes. No matter what, she was determined to win!

He drew his sword as he had in mind.

"Zheng—"

Shen Que blocked the sword move once again.

This time, it was his turn to draw his sword.

He stepped back with his left foot, assuming the stance, and the sword appeared as if it were a ball of fire.

His starting stance made Song Shanshan's pupils shrink sharply; Shen Que was also a fire spirit root!

Look at this spiritual power, it's even stronger than hers!

While she was still in shock, the sword was already in front of her in an instant. Song Shanshan had no time to think and her body had already taken the hit. However, the powerful sword intent was accompanied by an even more mellow spiritual power, forcing her to retreat again and again.

Until her entire body flew out like a broken string, she felt pain all over her body in the air.

"Shanshan!" It was Shangguan Ding in the crowd. He quickly flew up to catch Song Shanshan.

But the distance was too far, and just when Song Shanshan thought she was going to fall to the ground, she closed her eyes and waited for the pain.

But before she could even touch the ground, she was enveloped in a gentle embrace, and the scent of plum blossoms filled her nostrils.

She opened her eyes in disbelief and found herself lying in a woman's arms.

The long-haired immortal's aloof face was above her. At this moment, she couldn't think of anything; all she felt was how fragrant it was.

Seeing that Song Shanshan was in a daze, Jiang Yuemian couldn't hold her forever. Seeing that Song Shanshan didn't react for a long time, she smiled helplessly: "Aren't you feeling better yet? My hands are going to go numb." She had the idea of ​​teasing the little girl.

As expected, upon hearing this, Song Shanshan's face flushed red instantly, and she jumped up from her embrace.

"Immortal Venerable..." she said meekly, her head bowed.

"Shanshan!" It was Shangguan Ding, who ran over.

Seeing that it was Jiang Yuemian who caught Song Shanshan, his expression changed. He first checked on Song Shanshan's condition, and then thanked her respectfully and earnestly: "Thank you for your help, Immortal Venerable."

"It's alright."

After Jiang Yuemian left, Song Shanshan was still in a daze.

Aaaaaaaahh ...

That's basically equivalent to hugging her!

That means I'm embracing the Immortal Venerable!!

Waaaaaah, the Immortal Lord smells so good! I want to keep hugging him!

Shangguan Ding shook Song Shanshan with a dark face, and she finally came to her senses. She composed herself and pretended to go back with Shangguan Ding, but her awkward walking posture gave her away.

Shangguan Ding: "..." Don't think I don't know what you're thinking.

The commotion caused by the Immortal Venerable quickly subsided, and the competition moved on to the next round.

Because Song Shanshan lost her match against Shen Que, she will only be able to participate in the bottom five matches by drawing lots.

The five remaining contestants were determined by drawing lots to determine the top five.

It was truly good luck that Shen Que drew a bye, meaning he only needed to participate in one match.

He decided to go back and practice some civil service exam questions, and as he left, he gave Song Shanshan a meaningful look.

Upon noticing this, Song Shanshan thought, "..." Why are you looking at me like that?

......

The moment of truth arrived quickly, and he took to the stage.

There were many people around, all watching to see who would win the inner sect leader title this time.

Just as everyone was discussing the matter, his opponent finally arrived late.

The other party was a man dressed in blue, with handsome features and a smile on his lips, a dashing young man.

This person is Nangong Sheng.

Nangong Sheng is Nangong Chen's cousin and one of only two men in the Nangong family of this generation.

He won the first two matches of the martial arts competition very easily, but now...

Looking at Shen Que across from him, he realized that this man was not to be underestimated. He stopped laughing and straightened his posture.

After the two exchanged a respectful bow, they launched their attack at the referee's signal, as if on cue.

The reason is simple: facing a strong opponent, both players want to strike first and win.

And coincidentally, both of them were sword cultivators, so they fought fiercely on the stage.

Shen Que felt that this battle was much more difficult than he had imagined.

He glanced at his injured tiger's mouth, which had been injured by Nangong Sheng's sword intent earlier. However, he seemed to feel no pain, holding the sword like a soldier who knew no pain, and continued to launch an attack.

However, the suppression was ultimately due to his cultivation level. Nangong Sheng was almost at the Golden Core stage, and even just being two minor realms away made it very difficult for Chen Que.

With each sword strike, Shen Que on the stage was clearly at a disadvantage, but he continued to swing his sword relentlessly, parrying and attacking as if it were nothing.

Nangong Sheng was clearly surprised that Shen Que could hold on so long. He felt that his strength was about to be exhausted, so his expression changed, he smiled bitterly, looked at his trembling hands, his eyes sharpened, and he began to move. The unique sword technique of the Nangong family coiled up in the air like a dragon. As soon as he gave the order, he rushed forward.

Shen Que looked at the incoming sword energy. Although he was covered in blood, he gritted his teeth and went to meet the attack.

In an instant, dust rose up on the stage, and everyone's view of the stage disappeared.

"Cough cough cough, it's so choking."

"Is the outcome already decided? Has Nangong Sheng won?"

"It must be. This sword technique is the ultimate skill of the Nangong family."

Jiang Yuemian, standing on the main stage, couldn't help but tense up. 001 whispered in her ear, "[Yuemian! Has this kid lost?]"

Then it added, "[But that's still amazing, it's second place!!]"

It comforted Jiang Yuemian.

Jiang Yuemian didn't say anything; she didn't believe that Aque had been defeated so easily.

Just as everyone was speculating that the outcome was already decided, the scene in front of the competition stage was revealed.

"Look!! This!" A sharp-eyed disciple was the first to spot it, and he exclaimed in surprise.

Everyone then turned their attention back to the stage, only to find that the situation was not as they had expected.

On the stage, Shen Que knelt on the ground, sword in hand. His body was covered in wounds, even a scratch on his face. He was disheveled, but his strikingly handsome face only added to his battle-worn air, making him seem like a ruthless character. More importantly, he was the only one on the stage.

"Huh? Where's Nangong Shengren?!"

"Look, there he is!"

Nangong Sheng, who was being searched for by everyone, had a livid face. Upon closer inspection, his sword lay alone in the center of the dueling platform.

But he was already standing outside the red line.

In this written test, Shen Que clearly won.

It turned out that when that sword strike was aimed at Shen Que, Shen Que made a decision immediately and actually blocked the sword with his own body.

When Nangong Sheng saw him do this, he thought he had gone mad and tried to retract his sword, but it was too late.

Shen Que still endured half of the damage. He immediately spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes remained unchanged, and without even wiping away the blood, he sheathed his sword.

As he parried the attack with his body, Nangong Sheng lost his will to fight. By the time Nangong Sheng reacted, his sword had already slipped from his hand, and he was now outside the red line.

He snapped out of his shock and thought to himself, "What a madman. It's just a competition, why is he going to such lengths?"

There was no doubt that Shen Que had won the match, so the elder referee announced: "Shen Que wins!"

"Wow! This Shen Que is amazing! He can even defeat the young master of the Nangong family. What a start!"

"You're asking me? How would I know? But this kid is definitely going to be in high demand now!"

[Mianmian! Look, look! Shen Que is pretty good, he won! He actually got first place!!]

Jiang Yuemian's smile deepened.

Yes, it's Ah Que. Of course he can.

However, in an instant, Jiang Yuemian's smile froze, her pupils shrank sharply, and her body flew over with the help of spiritual power.

"Ah, yes!"

It turned out that Shen Que finally couldn't hold on any longer. Upon hearing that he had won the championship, he no longer needed to hold on and, relieved, collapsed heavily onto the stage.

Amidst the chaos of battle, Jiang Yuemian helped Shen Que to his feet. She first examined his meridians and, finding only superficial injuries, breathed a sigh of relief. Then, amidst the gasps of the crowd, she scooped Shen Que up and strode towards Danyang Peak. Danyang Peak was the location of the medical practitioners of Liwen Palace.

All that remained were the bewildered crowd, discussing the young man's background that had garnered such attention from the Moon-Gazing Immortal Venerable.

Xiao Mingjue, left behind: "......" Junior sister, don't always leave the mess for them!!

A note from the author:

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Okay, still updating at 9 PM today. I've been reading a really good story by a prolific author who hasn't updated in a while. I ended up reading her novel all day, it was so much fun! [laughing emojis]