Tu Kun held up the knife, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at the woman not far away, a feeling of unprecedented excitement coursing through his heart.
Killing this woman in front of me is much more interesting than torturing those good-for-nothings.
Jiang Yimian only glanced at him indifferently, "You should ask yourself that question first."
As soon as she finished speaking, the knife in her hand transformed back into a long blade, which she then slashed directly at Tu Kun.
Tu Kun quickly parried with his broadsword, but the next second, the person in front of him suddenly dodged to the side and appeared directly behind him.
Before he could turn around, the sharp blade of the double-headed sword pierced his back solidly.
Immediately, a burst of enthusiastic cheers erupted in the training ground.
Everyone stared in disbelief at the two knives that had been plunged deep into Tu Kun's body.
In the first round, Tu Kun only suffered some superficial injuries, but now, judging from the depth of those two knives, it's impossible that these are just superficial injuries.
Seeing this, Chen Feiyan finally lowered her hands from her eyes and exclaimed, "Princess, you're amazing! This big guy's reaction is a bit slow."
Liu'er, who was standing to the side, also breathed a sigh of relief, but the tension in her heart did not lessen in the slightest.
On the dueling platform, Tu Kun was not affected by the two knives stabbed into his back. Instead, he seemed to be enraged and quickly brandished the large knife behind him with a ferocious expression.
Seeing this, Jiang Yimian quickly drew her knife and retreated, creating distance between herself and the person in front of her, causing the large knife to miss its mark.
The girl landed steadily on the ground, the nunchucks in her hands still stained with fresh blood, slowly dripping down the blades to the ground, strangely matching her bright and aloof appearance, making her look exactly like a female Asura who had crawled out of the underworld.
Tu Kun stared intently at the woman, his eyes bloodthirsty, feeling a burning pain in the wound on his back.
"You're asking for it."
As he spoke, he swiftly attacked Jiang Yimian with his knife, each strike more powerful than the last, forcing Jiang Yimian to retreat step by step.
Unfortunately, his opponent was petite and agile, avoiding direct combat and occasionally stabbing him. This angered him so much that he lost all sense of technique and simply swung his knife wildly with all his might.
Jiang Yimian deftly dodged the attack once again, and said calmly, "Your size is both your advantage and your disadvantage. Do you think I would fight you head-on?"
She never intended to compete with these Tuyuhun people in strength.
Even against ordinary men, her strength is inferior; in a contest of sheer power, she would find it difficult to defeat them.
Tu Kun stared at the person in front of him with a dark expression, feeling the sticky, wet wound on his back.
This woman does have some reason to be arrogant, but that's all.
He would kill the woman completely before her body slowed down due to lack of blood.
Tu Kun snorted coldly, ignoring the pain in his back, and once again lunged at Jiang Yimian with his knife.
Jiang Yimian simply raised the long sword in her hand and quickly dodged his attack. With another turn, the long sword in her hand transformed into a nunchaku once again.
She leaped up, holding a knife in one hand, and stabbed straight at Tu Kun's neck.
Tu Kun sneered and slashed at the chains between the opponent's hands with his long sword, then exerted force.
Jiang Yimian was slammed to the ground with tremendous force, making a dull thud.
Tu Kun continued stomping on the person on the ground.
Just as the powerful kick was about to land on her, Jiang Yimian suddenly rolled on the ground, dodging Tu Kun's kick.
With a loud bang, a layer of dust was kicked up on the competition platform. Jiang Yimian was half-supported on the ground, and felt as if the ground itself had shaken.
If that kick had actually landed on her, she would have been shattered, if not killed.
She's just glad she got away quickly.
As the dust settled, the ground was deserted. Tu Kun was furious, his eyes bulging with rage. Before Jiang Yimian could get up from the ground, he slashed at the person on the ground with his knife again.
Jiang Yimian felt as if her body was falling apart, and although she wanted to get away, her body wouldn't obey her commands.
As the broadsword came crashing down on her again, she only had time to raise the chain in her hand to block it.
With a "bang," the chain barely stopped the broadsword from getting any closer to her.
Seeing this, Tu Kun smiled and raised his broadsword downwards with force.
Jiang Yimian felt as if the knife on the chain weighed a ton, pressing down on her inch by inch until she could not move at all, and her legs, which were half-squatting on the ground, were trembling slightly.
But the force kept increasing.
Upon seeing this, everyone gasped in shock.
Chen Feiyan covered her eyes, unable to look any longer.
Tu Kun smiled and said through gritted teeth, "How about it? I can kill you with just my own weight."
My size is definitely an advantage; you can just wait to die.
As he spoke, he increased the pressure in his hands again.
Just as the broadsword was about to fall on Jiang Yimian, she knew in her heart that something was wrong.
Unfortunately, Tu Kun's strength was so great that she was unable to move and could only use all her strength to block the knife in front of her.
Jiang Yimian's knuckles cracked, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, while the knife was right in front of her.
Upon seeing this, Lu Cijian unconsciously clenched his fist on the table. Just as he was about to get up, Jiang Yimian swept his leg.
A cloud of dust instantly rose around Tu Kun, obscuring Jiang Yimian's figure.
Tu Kun was blinded by the flying dust. He frowned and was about to kill the person on the ground when his grip suddenly loosened.
He was immediately delighted, thinking that the other party had run out of strength.
With no resistance, the broadsword slashed straight down towards the ground.
With a loud "bang", a huge sound was made.
The crowd below gasped in surprise, and even Aguzan instinctively stood up and looked toward the competition stage.
Unfortunately, Tu Kun was surrounded by dust, making him difficult to see clearly from a distance.
Abiya burst out laughing, her face full of smugness. "Hahaha, this woman is simply courting death to compete with Tu Kun in strength. I think if this knife strikes, Jiang Yimian's body will be split in two."
She had personally witnessed Tu Kun cleave a living person in two with a single, powerful strike, without the person even uttering a sound.
If it weren't for the sturdy chains on Jiang Yimian's cleavers, she would have died right from the start.
This is good, it lets her understand that nothing works in the face of absolute power.
Jiang Yimian should just die on this competition stage.
Upon hearing this, Aguzan subconsciously looked at Lu Cijian, only to see that although the other party was surprised, the worry on his face was obviously less than before.
His eyes flickered, and just as he was wondering what was going on, another gasp of surprise erupted around him.
As the dust settled, the ground was empty, and Tu Kun's broadsword fell to the ground.
Tu Kun was clearly also a bit stunned. No one had ever been able to escape from his blade, but this woman had simply vanished.
Before he could react, he felt a sharp pain in his back, and the next second the chains were wrapped around his neck again.
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