Chapter 76 Don't forget, I am Lu Qingjia!
With a whistling sound, the sword was drawn, its blades clashing. Ye Ting, wielding his natal blade, charged towards Lu Qingjia.
The light footwork was so powerful that it almost shattered the tiles, showing that Ye Ting really didn't use water.
He calmed himself and gathered his inner strength in his dantian. His tightly closed eyes suddenly snapped open, filled with icy coldness.
With a loud "bang," dust billowed all around. Yan Jue watched quietly from the side, looking completely indifferent, which annoyed Shen Pingjin, who was standing next to him.
What does he mean by that?
Shen Pingjin looked anxiously toward the flying dust, and when she heard no sound coming from it, she became a little anxious.
Jiajia is only seven years old, how could she possibly beat Ye Ting?
Shen Pingjin was eager to go over and find out what was going on, but the next moment, a cold light emerged from the smoke and dust.
The boy holding the sharp blade had a cold and gloomy gaze, like a demon from hell. His round eyes no longer held their usual soft and clear look; instead, they were filled with solemnity.
He gave a cold laugh, his face full of a depth beyond his years. "Your subordinate, Jiajia, you've caught this move!"
Ye Ting originally thought he had injured Lu Qingjia and was about to go forward to check on her when he was unexpectedly ambushed.
Thanks to his height and internal strength advantage, he was able to catch the attack before he could react.
He frowned as he looked at the tiny child in front of him, barely the size of a red bean, unable to believe that a child of such a young age could possess such explosive power.
Seemingly noticing the bloody scratches on Ye Ting's cheek, Lu Qingjia stubbornly held the blade and let go of the gleaming sword.
He leaped and landed lightly in front of Ye Ting. Lu Qingjia looked into Ye Ting's eyes, slowly opened his hand, revealing a sharp blade, "You subordinate of that wicked brother, don't forget, although I am young, I am the eldest grandson of the General of the State's Mansion—Lu Qingjia!"
When Ye Ting heard the name Lu Qingjia, his pupils dilated.
He smiled wryly, realizing he had underestimated his opponent.
This Lu Qingjia is a martial arts prodigy whose reputation is known throughout the capital!
Lu Qingjia, with his chubby face, looked at Ye Ting seriously, brandishing his sharp blade. He stood on tiptoe, seemingly ready to receive a blow at any moment.
"You rascal brother's subordinate, stop daydreaming! Lu Qingjia is here, waiting for your second move!"
Ye Ting glanced at his master, whose expression remained indifferent. This time, there was no longer any worry or disdain in his eyes, only solemnity.
Rumor has it that the little genius of the General of the State's Mansion was able to defeat the General's Mansion's secret guards when he was three years old, and kill a runaway wild bull when he was five. Now that he is seven years old, it is unknown what other shocking things he can do.
As a member of the secret guards, Ye Ting always knew that underestimating the enemy was a mistake. Now that he knew Lu Qingjia's strength, he had no intention of holding back.
He spoke in a deep voice: "Young Master Lu, please accept my challenge."
Ye Ting's black figure moved swiftly in the sunlight, stirring up gusts of dust wherever he went. In a flash of cold light, pale red internal energy poured out from his dantian, gathering into a scarlet glow that shone upon Lu Qingjia.
Watching from the side, Shen Pingjin knew that Ye Ting had gone all out this time. She couldn't help but feel worried for Lu Qingjia.
The surrounding sunlight was so bright that the red light was almost blinding to everyone. Lu Qingjia looked at the flashing red light without showing any fear on her face.
He raised his blade, facing the red light, and charged forward.
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At this moment, in a hidden box in Yan Jue's courtyard room, a sharp sword seemed to sense something calling out and emitted a clanging sound.
The red light stung Shen Pingjin's chest, causing a sharp pain. She felt her heart pounding in her left atrium, and a dull ache shot through her head.
Seemingly noticing Shen Pingjin's discomfort, Yan Jue frowned and walked to her side, supporting her body, and asked with concern, "What's wrong?"
Still angry, Shen Pingjin pushed Yan Jue away and shook her head.
The dull pain was only temporary, and Shen Pingjin felt relieved again.
At the same time, the dark light emanating from Chu Jin, who was inside the hidden box, also disappeared.
As the woman's complexion gradually returned to its usual rosy hue, Yan Jue breathed a sigh of relief and silently withdrew his hand, which had been hovering in mid-air.
Both of them turned their gazes to Ye Ting and Lu Qingjia.
Ye Ting brandished his sword and felt a surge of sword energy emanating from all around. He gritted his teeth, drew another wisp of internal energy from his dantian, and applied pressure to Lu Qingjia.
Lu Qingjia's innocent face was full of confusion. "If you increase the intensity, it will only increase my ability to resist."
Ye Ting watched in bewilderment as the red light emanating from his surroundings dissipated, followed by the bright daylight. He stared in disbelief at the blade pressed against his own sword, and in his daze, a tremendous force forced him backward.
Ye Ting's eyes widened in surprise as he saw Lu Qingjia using her lightness skill to push him backward.
The child, no bigger than a red bean, seemed to possess boundless power. Ye Ting exerted all his strength, thrusting forward with tremendous force.
But the sword, blocked by the blade, was like a stone blocking its path, remaining motionless and at the mercy of the attacker.
Large beads of sweat streamed down his forehead, soaking his jet-black hair. Strands of hair clung to his cheeks, and if one looked closely, one could see a fleeting look of utter admiration in Ye Ting's eyes.
With a flick of his sleeve, he flew into the sky, his dark sleeves billowing. He knelt sincerely on the ground, or more precisely, before Yan Jue.
But Yan Jue seemed not to see it at all. He didn't even lift his eyelids. He parted his thin lips slightly and said, "You haven't used the third move yet. Continue."
Ye Ting's forehead was covered in cold sweat, but after hearing Yan Jue's words, he dared not refute them. "Your subordinate obeys."
Lu Qingjia stared coldly at Ye Ting, then with a flick of his small hand, concealed the blade behind his back. His large, watery eyes were filled with clarity and innocence.
Seeing Ye Ting standing beside him again, he puffed out his cheeks and said, "Your subordinate, Jiajia, caught the second move too."
Looking at the cunning boy in front of him, Ye Ting's initial contempt had long since vanished during the fight. His gaze towards Lu Qingjia even held a hint of respect. "Young Master Lu, there's a third move."
Lu Qingjia said in a childish voice, "You bad brother's subordinates, bring it on! I'll deal with whatever comes my way, Jiajia isn't afraid."
Seeing the pretty older sister staring at her again, Lu Qingjia gave her a look that said, "Don't worry, sister."
Shen Pingjin was taken aback, feeling helpless, and shook her head.
No wonder Lu Qingjia was used by the Northern Barbarians in her previous life; her talent for martial arts was truly astonishing and unprecedented.
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