Chapter 13
At both venues, all four players went up on stage.
Yingning looked at the Wanfo Sect disciple opposite her, whose face still had a youthful roundness, but she did not let her guard down.
“Benefactor Feng, I am Wuchou from the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect.”
"Feng Yingning." The two exchanged a brief greeting, and after hearing the announcement that the match was about to begin, they started fighting.
Wuchou didn't use sonic attacks like those from the "Arhat Sutra," but rather real staff techniques; he was holding a shiny, gleaming steel staff in his hand.
The staff technique is fierce and has an extremely wide attack range.
Chop, collapse, swing, sweep, entangle, wrap, twist—all attacks came at once.
If it weren't for Feng Yingning's mental recovery yesterday, she would probably have suffered a lot from the Wanfo Sect's staff techniques in this match.
After the demonic energy in her mind was dispelled, the Nine Flame Pearl also healed some of Feng Yingning's old injuries.
In this match, Ying Ning no longer cared about her injuries and instead fully displayed the original owner's strength.
Everyone on the viewing platform cheered.
Especially the disciples of the Sword Sect and Heavenly Sword Cliff.
"Eighteen Slashes to Slay the Clouds!"
"Peerless Shadow Sword!"
"Look, look! Senior Sister Feng actually knows the Falling Dust Sword Technique!"
The Falling Dust Sword Technique is the supreme sword technique created by the great sword master who once lived on the Unfallen Peak after overcoming countless difficulties.
The sword techniques are complex, with nine swords following the first nine, often jokingly referred to by disciples of the Sword Sect as "a sword technique that can never be learned".
But at that moment, everyone watched as Feng Yingning unleashed the first nine sword strikes, then dodged in mid-air before charging towards Wuchou again and unleashing the tenth sword strike.
The eleventh sword.....
The twelfth sword...
......
"Heavens! Senior Sister Feng has already used the fifteenth strike of her Falling Dust Sword Technique..."
"I've practiced for a hundred years, but I still haven't mastered the first sword technique. My teachers have all advised me to switch to another sword style."
"Senior Sister Feng's strength is terrifying."
The Sword Sect members were discussing it enthusiastically. Yesterday, Dan Yao's defeat was a slap in the face for them, and now, Feng Yingning's wonderful swordsmanship gave them a chance to vent their frustration.
The Sword Sect's seats were somewhat empty today, as some disciples did not come to the arena to watch the matches.
The main reason is that after Dan Yao's competition ended yesterday, many sects saw their Sword Sect's attire and started pointing and whispering behind their backs.
I really don't want to put up with this feeling of suffocation!
But today, Feng Yingning's performance made them proud.
Despite the somewhat empty seats, the discussions were more lively than those of any other sect's group.
Who says our Sword Sect disciples aren't good enough for this sect competition?!
Look at our Senior Sister Feng!
[This swordsmanship is superb, this spiritual power is formidable.]
Who else?!
The Sword Sect disciples straightened their backs in unison and looked at Feng Yingning's match again.
"Holy crap, that's the sixteenth sword strike already."
"Senior Sister Feng, you're amazing!!!"
"I hereby declare that from this day forward, my idol is Senior Sister Feng. Anyone who speaks ill of her is stepping on my face!"
"Get out of here! What's your face worth? If anyone speaks ill of Senior Sister Feng, I'll come at you with a knife!"
The discussion on the platform was lively, and the elders on the platform were also taken aback by Feng Yingning's performance.
The elder of the Beast Taming Sect nudged Yun Lin: "I think you should let your Wen Chaosheng marry into the family. With his strength, your Heavenly Sword Cliff won't lose out."
Yunlin was enjoying the show when he was abruptly interrupted by the Beast Taming Sect elder.
“That’s right. Although Wen Chaosheng lost in swordsmanship, everyone knows that this kid’s greatest talent is divination,” the elder of Longhu Mountain added.
Although he had practiced sword techniques for a hundred years, his strength was not bad.
However, compared to his divine calculation abilities, he is still slightly lacking in talent.
Yunlin thought that brat was just fooling around yesterday, but after seeing Feng Yingning's strength today, he also grew to like her very much.
Instead of confronting the two, she secretly made her own plans.
Is it really feasible for someone to marry into another family...?
*
When Yingning used the sixteenth move of the "Falling Dust Sword Technique," Wuchou almost lost his grip on the Vajra Cudgel.
With a twist of the steel rod, he barely managed to withstand the attack.
Wu Chou knew he wouldn't be able to resist Ying Ning's next move, but he honestly admitted it:
“Benefactor Feng, your skill is profound; this humble monk could not withstand the seventeenth sword.”
Then he stopped and placed the Vajra Staff at his side.
Wuchou bent down and gave Yingning a single-palm salute, indicating that he had been defeated.
Seeing this, Ying Ning did not make things difficult for him, and took the opportunity to withdraw the blood sword that already had the seventeenth sword attack of the "Falling Dust Sword Technique".
The referee's voice rang out: "Sword Sect, Phoenix Infant Ning Sheng!"
Cheers erupted on the platform, especially from the Sword Sect members.
"It's such a pity we didn't get to see Senior Sister Feng unleash her seventeenth sword strike!!"
"Do you think Senior Sister Feng might have already mastered all eighteen sword techniques?"
"If that's really the case... Senior Sister Feng would be the first person after Immortal Venerable Li Ziqing to know the first and last nine swords of the 'Falling Dust Sword Technique'?!"
The disciple considered this possibility and spoke it aloud.
A collective gasp rippled through the crowd, their admiration for the stunningly beautiful woman on stage growing even stronger.
"Senior Sister Feng, you're the best!"
"Senior Sister Feng, you must win first place!"
*
Yingning's match had just ended when a musical melody came from the stage next to her.
It was the sound of Xi Liuyun's flute.
She wore a flowing purple dress, ethereal and graceful.
The flute music beneath her lips showed no mercy; a deeply emotional rendition of "Cangyun Jue" forced Jiang Jiuruo, opposite her, to suppress her inner pain.
Earlier, she was sitting on the platform, quite far away, so Yingning didn't hear very clearly.
At this moment, Xi Liuyun was in the arena very close to her. Although there was a barrier between each arena, Ying Ning still noticed something was off about her music.
She turned around and looked around. Some of the disciples watching from the platform were moved by Xi Liuyun's music, and some even shed tears.
Although Xi Liuyun was indeed a master of music, his flute playing always possessed a hidden power to touch the heartstrings.
But when it reached Yingning's ears, she felt a strange sense of unease.
Beneath that touching power, something is clearly hidden...
It's so captivating that you can't help but be drawn in...
Bewitched...
They even unearthed painful memories buried deep within others' hearts!
This doesn't sound like a stringed instrument at all!
Those listeners whose painful memories had been brutally exposed, once she had glimpsed the dark corners of their hearts...
So she can easily manipulate you by exploiting these unspeakable pains?!
This is clearly...
The sound of the demon realm!!
Yingning stared at the figure not far away.
Xi Liuyun seemed to sense her gaze and glanced at Ying Ning.
The flute music beneath his lips didn't stop; instead, he intensified his efforts.
Jiang Jiuruo, who was opposite her, had already moved several steps away from her Eight Demon Burning Vine without realizing it. She held her head, which was throbbing with pain, and tried her best to get rid of those painful memories.
Beneath her long hair was a thin, pale jaw.
Xi Liuyun was still in a bad mood because she lost a toy yesterday, so she used more of her skills today.
When he faced Jiang Jiuruo, he didn't stop at just a point like in their usual duels.
Xi Liuyun's gaze also fell upon the woman in crimson robes on the adjacent stage, who was watching him.
The woman's eyes were quite wary.
A playful smile appeared on Xi Liuyun's lips beneath the light veil.
Have we been discovered?
Looks like I've found an even more fun toy.
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