"Yuan Qingli, you know how to play this?"
"If throwing sandbags counts, then I've been through countless trials."
Yuan Qingli forced a smile.
In Lu Xingyun's view, it was a smile comparable to that of the Grim Reaper.
The clowns slowly moved around and surrounded the two of them.
There's no way to escape now.
"Next, let's witness the lady's performance!"
"Just like in the first round, I believe the applicant who will become the first female clown will give us a big surprise."
Lu Xingyun pinched the space between his eyebrows.
Turning to the green clown, he asked in a pleading tone, "Could we let her practice?"
"Well, emotionally speaking, it's possible, but the Clown King won't allow it."
Lu Xingyun: "..."
"Come on." Yuan Qingli drew her flying sword from the clown's body.
Fresh blood, not yet congealed, gushed out and splattered onto the cheongsam.
The bright green cheongsam, with its added vibrant colors, appeared even more desolate.
puff.
Another splash.
puff.
Blood splattered on his face, like a blurred landscape painting.
Yuan Qingli didn't wipe it off, letting the dark red stain slide down her cheeks.
"Don't worry, I'm confident."
Yuan Qingli drew out her last flying sword.
His body had turned from green to dark red, as if he were a blood demon emerging from the depths of a sea of blood.
Lu Xingyun stared at Yuan Qingli's red eyes without saying a word.
He took a deep breath and gave a faint smile.
Completely different from his previous banter, he appeared calm and collected.
I believe you.
Lu Xingyun stood next to the clown and tore off the red cloth from the clown's forehead.
Without the support of the flying sword, the clown finally collapsed to the ground with a thud.
Holding the two ends of the red cloth, there is a hole right in the middle.
That's from when I hit your forehead.
Besides the red color, there are also some "white tofu" on top.
Through the hole, Lu Xingyun saw Yuan Qingli confidently turn around on the other side, without even bothering to cover her eyes.
"Wow! This lady is going to perform, throwing a sword behind her back—this is absolutely a performance of the century!"
"We've been training for twenty years, and no one has ever succeeded on their first try."
I believe the Green Clown would have a brighter future as a host.
Seeing Yuan Qingli turn around, Lu Xingyun smiled and took off the red cloth: "I'll just watch her perform like this."
That graceful figure exudes a sense of steadfastness, like Mount Tai.
All eyes in the room were on Yuan Qingli.
She remained calm and composed, holding the entire flying sword in her right hand.
Her delicate little hands were slightly lacking.
With ten sword hilts in his hands, he felt overwhelmed and was ready to flee at any moment.
"Wow, my goodness! This lady is going to throw ten flying swords at once! Am I about to witness a historic moment?!"
The green clown's voice rose in pitch, began to crack, and he couldn't hide his excitement.
"Is the legendary Ten Stars Strike Together about to occur?!"
Everyone was caught up in the atmosphere, their eyes fixed intently on the screen.
His pupils gleamed with excitement.
Yuan Qingli remained calm and composed.
He raised his right hand, drawing over two hundred gazes.
He then swung it back gracefully, and ten short swords flew out in a flurry.
A bluish light flashed like a shadow, and lightning struck like thunder.
"Clang, clang..."
The flying swords scattered on the ground, and chins also fell off.
"..." The green clown opened his mouth wide, but couldn't utter a single word for a long time.
Lu Xingyun originally thought that Yuan Qingli was a girl who was pretending to be weak while actually being strong.
He, too, wanted to witness the other party's incredible skills.
But this is the result.
The smile on his face was slightly stiff.
"May I begin the third level?"
Ignoring everyone's surprised, scared, disgusted, and stunned looks, Yuan Qingli asked the green clown a question.
"This... won't work."
The clown seemed lost in thought.
Yuan Qingli patiently guided her: "What is this test?"
"Throw the flying sword," the clown said without hesitation.
"Should we throw it at him?" Yuan Qingli raised her hand and pointed at Lu Xingyun.
Lu Xingyun's smile deepened, his eyes filled with admiration.
Who says beauty and intelligence can't coexist? Look at this example right before our eyes.
"No. If you throw it... it will fail." The Joker also realized the problem.
"So, am I going to pass?"
Yes, you can.
The clown managed to utter those two words with difficulty.
Although Yuan Qingli still had a flying sword, there was no need to mention it.
It only adds to the awkwardness.
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