Chapter 113: The Target of Public Criticism

Song Xiaoshan breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that he would not be beaten badly.

"The boy in green will definitely win this match." Song Xiaofeng said to his senior brother.

"Not necessarily."

Song Xiaoshan said, "Although our Afeng can still take it, he is no match for the powerful crossbow."

The master said this was wrong. "The moves of that young man from the Zongxun Sect are indeed mysterious and unpredictable. What's more terrifying is that his moves are filled with a strong sense of dominance. He is a rare talent among the younger generation. But look at this kid, Afeng. Isn't he scary?"

As he spoke, Jiaoran kept retreating, as if he was being forced back by Chai Che's weapon, and he was occupying a small corner.

At this point, Chai Che's face was radiant with joy, and he fought more and more fiercely. He hadn't had such a satisfying fight in many years. In his eyes, these gangsters were just mediocre, and the only one who could truly be his opponent today was Jiaoran.

Because Jiaoran had been affected by the Holy Witch's blood exchange technique before, he could fight for a short period of time, but as time went on, his physical strength gradually reached its limit, and the potential in his body seemed to be blocked by something.

He frowned in dissatisfaction, realizing that Jiaoran was almost unable to cope.

So his men sped up the process of winning, and every move they made was aimed at attacking, without focusing on defense.

The fierceness of his attack was surprising. Even if Jiaoran wanted to fight back at this time, she would be invulnerable against Chai Che. It was still her old problem. She could see through his flaws, but now her body could not support her to seize the slight flaw to break his moves.

She could defeat countless masters in the martial arts world, but in front of Chai Che, she would still be unable to withstand his attacks due to exhaustion and was beaten back repeatedly.

Jiaoran remembered the previous experience when he was captured by him in the Governor's Mansion, and gradually adjusted his breathing to maintain his physical strength.

Up to now, she has not used "Gao Shan Shou". She was thinking a lot while gasping for breath. Maybe she was unwilling to use this secret method in front of Chai Che because she felt that Chai Che was an admirable master in this world. He relied on the power of mortals to practice step by step to achieve this level. Chai Rou and Chai Yu only taught him external kung fu. If he had learned "Gao Shan Shou" at the beginning, he would probably have ended up like his elder brother.

It is for this reason that Tchaikovsky deserves her admiration even more.

It’s not because he shares half of Chai Yu’s blood with her, nor because he is her brother, but simply because he is a martial arts genius worthy of respect.

She wanted to defeat him with her mortal strength, rather than surpassing the divine power of mortals. Jiaoran looked at the arena under her feet and did not regret her decision. What she wanted was to compete with him on the same level and in an open and aboveboard manner.

I can’t always lose to him, Jiaoran said to himself.

If she couldn't cross the mountain of Chaiche, how could she climb over the insurmountable peak of Fenghuangchu?

So this time, she would not allow herself to lose.

There were several elderly men present at the fight between these two men, who had witnessed hundreds of battles between masters in the martial arts world. The two of them were now close to the pinnacle of the world's highest martial arts practitioners.

Jiaoran, who was just said to be at the end of his rope and like a spent force, is now back to life. The other person has an endless stream of moves, with new ones arriving as soon as the old ones are used. No one can predict who will be defeated.

"I'm afraid the outcome will be decided within ten moves." A person next to Song Xiaoshan said in a deep voice.

This person was none other than Lin Poyan from Wudang. He had been watching Afeng and Chai Che fighting until now, and he was worried for them, but he could see that these two would soon see who was the real deal.

Song Xiaoshan really couldn't tell which of them could completely defeat the other within ten moves.

Before this, Lin Poyan always thought that the unreachable boundaries of martial arts could only be touched by people of his master's and uncle's age, but today these two young men made him realize that he was wrong.

Jiaoran's heart was about to jump out of her throat. As Chai Che's opponent, she could already sense that Chai Che had now used a killing move, which was also his respect for her.

Putting these thoughts aside, Jiaoran looked at her own body. She thought she was almost exhausted, and was gasping for breath, just like the day she was captured by him in the Governor's Mansion.

But now, the more she fought, the more the strength in her body began to flow like a clear spring, constantly gushing out new water.

She thought that the blood transfusion technique would greatly reduce her martial arts ability, but Zhu Su asked her to reflect on it.

If her body is a piece of soil, then although her blood has been replaced, her bones and flesh are still there, her five internal organs are intact, and her five senses are all functioning, so new blood will be regenerated and fill her body.

This is why she and Mu Jin needed to perform another blood transfusion twenty years later, because it was only a temporary measure. New blood was always being produced in her body, it was just a matter of speed.

Only now did she understand this truth. As long as she was there, the moves she had practiced and the martial arts she had comprehended would always be there.

Her body has always been there for her, supporting her whenever she needed a new lease on life, breaking through obstacles one after another.

I understand, Jiaoran said to himself.

What limited her was never the blood transfusion technique, but her own consciousness.

She thought she couldn't do it, that her body couldn't do it.

In fact, it is nothing more than worrying about nothing and trapping your own heart.

After realizing this, Jiaoran no longer doubted himself.

In the past, she was conflicted between self-doubt and self-affirmation and didn't know the answer. Now she finally figured it out.

Zhu Su said that she needed to answer many questions by herself. Now she understood his painstaking efforts. He was indeed a person who lived in seclusion and could always point out her problems in a straightforward manner.

A few hours later in the afternoon, the sun set, filling the sky and leaving a blood-like mark on the mountainside.

When the stars shine brightly, the moonlight becomes sparse and disappears among the clouds.

The starlight was right above Jiaoran's head. She looked up and also looked at Chai Che in front of her.

At this moment, there was a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.

He swung the sword in his right palm quickly, twisted his wrist, and strangled Jiaoran with a final move.

The arena was filled with starlight, and Jiaoran, with the help of the starlight and the bright lights, moved behind Chai Che.

That is, in the last move, Jiaoran had no thoughts in his mind, no fear, worry, doubt, and even threw all the success and failure behind his mind.

She only followed one instinct, an instinct that had been guiding her path since she was born.

The blood in his chest rushed out like waves crashing against the shore. He slapped out with such force that it was able to pass through Chai Che's sword shadow. It was an extremely skillful move.

Chai Che thought it was just a palm from Jiaoran, and he could cut off her arm with a swing of his sword, but Jiaoran's palm fell in front of him and grabbed his shoulder.

Immediately afterwards, Chai Che felt that he was shackled by a gentle but irresistible force. His tall body was no longer under control when this force pulled him, and his sword just passed by Jiaoran's arm without even touching the corner of her clothes.

At the same moment, his sword was clamped by Jiaoran's two fingers. In the next instant, she flicked her fingertips lightly, and the sword was deflected with a powerful force.

His sword stopped in one direction, and he remained motionless. After an unknown amount of time, the sword slowly and weakly drooped until it pointed to the ground and was never raised again.

Cha Che lost. Even if he didn't want to admit it, he still had to admit defeat.

He lost to Jiaoran, lost to the child whose father refused to acknowledge.

Over a decade ago, she was just a little girl who knew nothing but fancy moves. But now, she was able to look down on the heroes and no longer put them in her eyes. What surprised him even more was that she defeated him without using her true energy, but only with her martial arts skills.

Chache walked off the ring.

Someone immediately shouted, "If you lose, let Jiaoran come out! Come out and fight!"

Chaiche said coldly to the people below, "Aren't they already here?"

Jiaoran was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Chai Che to say this.

She swallowed and was about to find a chance to hide, but then she thought that Zhu Su's transformation technique would not be so easy to fail.

As Chai Che just walked down, a bug with a red glow suddenly flew into Jiaoran's hair from the darkness. Her scalp hurt and she wanted to catch the bug out, but the bug pierced her scalp and turned into a pool of water and melted into her hair.

Jiaoran heard a slight sound coming from his hair.

A warm current surged from head to toe.

She was extremely hot, remembering the intense heat in her body just before.

She only felt uncomfortable after swallowing the pills given by Mu Jin. Now, after being bitten by the insect, the heat rose all over her body again. Heat emanated from her body, and even surged out from her clothes.

A flash of red fire appeared, and Jiaoran was completely wrapped in the red light.

The people below shouted, "It's burning!"

However, the next moment, the fire suddenly went out.

There was no color at all, and the light disappeared.

The person who was just engulfed in flames was still standing on the stage.

The crowd saw it, but they didn't understand why the body suddenly caught fire and then went out.

Song Xiaoshan and others were also stunned and at a loss, standing there in fear.

Could this supreme master be some kind of demon or monster? Some people even wondered.

However, when a few people in the crowd who had met Jiao Ran once saw the face of the person on the stage, they panicked and couldn't help but exclaimed, "It's her!"

"Jiao Ran! It's you."

"It's you!"

When Jiaoran touched her face, she realized that her secret was exposed. The burning sensation was actually a magic trick to break her illusion.

No wonder Mu Jin asked her to leave early. Maybe he had expected this day to come.

She was also self-righteous, thinking that Zhu Su's method of transformation was enough to deal with mortals and phoenix chicks.

But the Phoenix Chick was really scary. Chai Che should have recognized her from the beginning, otherwise he would not have suddenly patted her shoulder that day. The heat he injected into her when he patted her, if Mu Jin had not given her the pill at that time, I am afraid she would have soon revealed her true identity in front of these sects.

Someone trembled and said, "It was her! She killed our leader! She is the murderer."

Everyone below the ring shouted loudly after Jiaoran's name was called out.

It was as if all the sin, blood, deceit, and hatred were pouring out of everyone's heart.

Her eyes were dark and shiny, emitting a unique kind of magic in the night.

There was chaos below, and they shouted to kill Jiaoran.

However, Jiaoran's rising fame made these people afraid to approach him for a while.

There were constant quarrels and disturbances among the crowd.

Just waiting for the first person to take action.

Suddenly, a man flew onto the stage and drew his sword. "Jiaoran, you killed my senior brother and master, and you still dare to show up here? Do you really think I'm afraid of you?"

Jiaoran looked closely and saw that it was Qin Tianchi.

Cha Che had disappeared, leaving her alone here.

Qin Tianchi's words were full of incitement, which aroused everyone's anger. The heroes shouted that the evil villain must not be spared.

Everyone drew their weapons, ready to cut Jiaoran into pieces.

However, among these people, one person had already squeezed out and climbed onto the ring, tremblingly drawing his long sword, "No one can touch her, she is ours."

Someone below shouted sternly, "Are you going to help the evildoer?"

Song Xiaoshan said, "Everyone, listen to me. Afeng is not a bad person. Why don't you listen to his explanation?"

Qin Tianchi shouted angrily, "Explain? My master will be able to survive if this witch explains? I thought it was just a fight, but she came back that night and said that my master's weapon tore her clothes. We offered her a hundred gold coins as compensation, but she still refused to give in. In the end, she brutally killed my master."

Song Xiaoshan said, "Whether he is Afeng or Jiaoran, I believe she will not do evil."

"What makes you say that?!"

Song Xiaoshan looked into her eyes and said, "There is no murderous intent in her eyes. I believe she is not a killer with a hobby of slaughter."

At this moment, Jiaoran had already touched Song Xiaoshan's acupoints.

Song Xiaoshan was stunned. "What are you doing? I want to help you. I don't believe what they say."

Jiaoran looked at the commotion of the crowd below. Those unfamiliar faces hiding among the ordinary people in the martial arts world were ready to make a move. Jiaoran didn't know whether their purpose was the same as these people in the martial arts world, which was to kill her.

Song Xiaoshan could never stop the surging crowd. Jiaoran didn't want to see him go to his death. It was difficult for him to protect himself, let alone help her.

Several people rushed over from under the ring, weapons visible.

Under the chaotic sword attacks, I'm afraid Jiaoran will be turned into meat paste.

Song Xiaoshan looked at the situation and said in a trembling voice, "It's over...Afeng, they are definitely going to kill you, run..."

Wudang said at this time, "Everyone has the right to kill the evildoers, but we have not investigated the matter of Jiaoran and do not know whether it is true or not, so we will not take action today. Farewell."

Having said that, he was about to leave.

The crowd rushed to the bottom of the ring, and all around them were men who kept saying they wanted to kill Jiaoran, but only a few of them took action.

Qin Tianchi raised his arms and said, "Kill her, let's go together, let's do it together!"

As soon as the shouts died down, seven or eight heroes rushed forward, attacking Jiaoran with steel swords, broadswords, spears, darts and many other weapons.

Jiaoran saw the flashing of swords and sabers, but still did not summon the thin dragon, nor did she fight back. If she fought back, someone would definitely bleed, and that was not the result she wanted to see.

She just dodged and shouted, "I didn't kill anyone."

At this moment, she should have escaped. She grabbed the bleeding Song Xiaoshan with one hand and prepared to escape at the same time, thinking that as long as there is life, there is hope.

But she also understood that if she escaped today, her charges would be impossible to clear, and how could she survive in the martial arts world? If she didn't clear her charges, she would be an enemy of the entire martial arts world.