Xia Ling was the next to appear. She walked towards the ring. Yun Yao put her hand on her shoulder and gave her concerned instructions.
"Ling'er, be careful."
Xia Ling nodded seriously and stepped onto the stage with a determined look. She took a deep breath, adjusted her state, and prepared to meet the challenge.
Standing opposite her was the last disciple of the Wanjian Sect, whose cultivation had reached the late Jindan stage. The Wanjian Sect did not send their top disciples to participate in the competition this time, but some people with mid-level skills, in order to let them train and grow in actual combat. For the Wanjian Sect, winning would be great, but losing would not be a loss.
After the two exchanged greetings, the match officially began. The opponent practiced physical skills and was good at close combat, so he chose to fight Xia Ling directly with his fists.
Xia Ling skillfully used her sword to block, but every time she stabbed the opponent's body, it was always neutralized. This made the game unexpectedly tense.
On the ring, the two fought back and forth, neither giving in. The fierce collisions were heard one after another, making people's blood boil. The audience in the audience watched intently, paying close attention to the situation on the field.
Xia Ling gradually realized that this was not a solution and she had to find a way to break through her opponent's defense. While dealing with her opponent's attacks, she was thinking about countermeasures.
Suddenly, an idea came to her. She began to deliberately expose her flaws to lure her opponent to attack. When the opponent rushed over, she quickly dodged to the side, and at the same time, the sword in her hand slashed across the opponent's back at an extremely fast speed.
This attack finally worked, and the opponent's movements became sluggish. Xia Ling took the opportunity to speed up her attack, and her sword skills unfolded like flowing water, making the opponent overwhelmed. The opponent was annoyed by Xia Ling's frequent attacks, and roared, and waves of vibrations were emitted around him. He did not notice that Xia Ling was hit by the aftermath and stepped back a few steps. Just as she stabilized her body, the opponent rushed towards her and punched her in the abdomen.
Xia Ling felt pain and was knocked several meters away. She fell down. Xiao Ning's expression froze when he saw this. He wanted to go forward, but then he thought that this was a ring, and he could do nothing. He clenched his fists and secretly cheered for Xia Ling.
Xia Ling held her stomach and stood up with difficulty, her eyes revealing her indomitable spirit and tenacity.
"I haven't lost yet!" Xia Ling said gritting her teeth.
She adjusted her breathing, and used all her strength to display her unique skill - "Nine Heavens Sword Art: Killing".
The sword flashed, the momentum was like a rainbow, and the opponent was suppressed in an instant.
The opponent tried his best to resist the attack, but he could only hold on. Just as he was secretly rejoicing, he did not notice that Xia Ling had already flashed to his side. He saw Xia Ling holding the hilt of the sword and hitting the opponent's temple fiercely.
The opponent was caught off guard and screamed while holding his head. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Xia Ling raised her foot without hesitation and kicked the opponent directly in the chest. The opponent suddenly felt a sharp pain, lost his balance, and fell heavily to the ground, motionless.
After a few seconds, the referee came back to his senses and announced loudly: "Xia Ling wins!" The audience immediately burst into warm applause and cheers, cheering for Xia Ling's wonderful performance. However, Xia Ling was already exhausted at this time and staggered off the stage.
Seeing this, Xiao Ning rushed forward to support her and asked with concern: "Senior sister, how do you feel? Can your body still hold on?"
Xia Ling replied weakly: "I... I'm fine, junior brother. It's inevitable to get injured in a competition." After saying that, she leaned drowsily against Xiao Ning.
Xiao Ning looked at Xia Ling's pale face and felt distressed. Without saying a word, he immediately hugged Xia Ling in his arms and walked towards Bai Ziyun carefully.
Everyone witnessed this scene and was attracted to it. They were amazed at Xiao Ning's handsome behavior and at the same time expressed their envy of Xia Ling. For a moment, there were bursts of praise from the audience.
"Wow, it's Junior Brother Xiao Ning, so handsome!"
"He actually hugged Senior Sister Xia Ling. How enviable!"
"Senior Sister Xia Ling is so lucky to have such a considerate junior brother taking care of her."
"It seems that Senior Sister Xia Ling suffered a lot of injuries in this game. I hope she can recover quickly."
"Junior Brother Xiao Ning is indeed different. Not only is he handsome, but he is also kind-hearted."
Amidst the exclamations, Xiao Ning hugged Xia Ling tightly and walked towards Bai Ziyun. Bai Ziyun was filled with worry when she saw Xia Ling was injured. She treated Xia Ling herself, and soon Xia Ling slowly opened her eyes.
The next match would be between Qing Ge and the disciples of Hualin Peak. Xiao Ning did not pay much attention to this duel, after all, he knew that with Qing Ge's strength, it would be easy to defeat the opponent.
As expected, Qing Ge won easily and successfully entered the semi-finals. At this point, the list of the semi-finalists was officially announced: Lin Fan, Yun Yao, Xia Ling and Saint Qing Ge.
At noon, Xiao Ning personally went to the kitchen and carefully cooked a pot of nourishing chicken soup, just to nourish Xia Ling's body. He carefully scooped up a spoonful of chicken soup, blew it gently to cool it, and slowly put it into Xia Ling's mouth.
"Senior Sister, open your mouth, ah~" Xiao Ning said gently.
Xia Ling accepted Xiao Ning's careful care with a smile, her eyes full of happiness. Bai Ziyun, who was watching all this, showed jealousy on his face without disguising it.
Although Yun Yao did not express her emotions as directly as Bai Ziyun, it was obvious from her eyes that she was full of envy for Xia Ling.
After feeding Xia Ling, Xiao Ning let her rest for a while as she had a game in the afternoon, so they left the room and didn't bother her anymore.
After finishing his meal, Xiao Ning returned to his room. Bai Ziyun hugged him from behind and said jealously, "Ning'er, I didn't expect you to be so kind to your little Xia Ling! You made soup for her and fed her yourself. Even your teacher doesn't treat her so well!"
Xiao Ning said helplessly, "Oh, Master, have you forgotten that I fed you fish soup a few days ago? Besides, you are the master, how can you be jealous of your apprentice!"
Bai Ziyun said in a dishonest way: "I don't care! I'm just jealous! Ning'er, do as you wish! If you don't give me some benefits, you won't be able to sleep well tonight!"
Xiao Ning rolled his eyes, then patted Bai Ziyun's hand and said, "Alright, Master, can you please let me go first? I will do whatever you want me to do!"
Bai Ziyun listened, nodded with satisfaction, and let go of his hand. He said he hadn't made up his mind yet, and then rubbed him hard on the face, and then left with satisfaction. Xiao Ning sighed, he really couldn't understand Bai Ziyun anymore!
In the afternoon, the square was even more lively than in the morning. Before the game even started, it was already crowded. Bai Ziyun and his friends came to the stands. The first match in the afternoon was between Xia Ling and Lin Fan, and then Yun Yao and Qing Ge.
When Xia Ling was about to go on stage, Xiao Ning grabbed her hand and held her in his arms. Xia Ling was a little surprised, but she still didn't push him away. Xiao Ning touched her back with his right hand and attached something to Xia Ling's body without her noticing.
He said, "Come on, Senior Sister," and then let go of her hand.
Xia Ling smiled at him happily and walked towards the ring lightly like a beautiful butterfly.
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