"193, Jiang Wuyuan." Jiang Wuyuan responded politely, holding the Devouring Star in his hand, ready for battle—never underestimating any opponent was a principle Jiang Wuyuan had understood long ago.
Xiao Qingqing is a wood-type mage.
Wood, as a life element, is not particularly aggressive.
However, it can give rise to a unique property.
poison.
This is a very troublesome thing.
Xiao Qingqing prepared herself and launched the first attack.
A jewel-green light flashed at the tip of the staff, and the clawing vines materialized out of thin air, attacking Jiang Wuyuan's limbs as if they were alive.
Jiang Wuyuan twisted his waist to dodge a green branch that flew towards his face, and nimbly moved through a group of vines that almost formed a circle around him.
The Star Devourer was at his command, his flowing swordsmanship leaving afterimages as he cut down the vines that tried to approach him.
Jiang Wuyuan carefully avoided the sap sprayed out after the vine broke, because he didn't know if it was poisonous.
But seeing the emerald green liquid with its eerie glow fall to the ground and hiss as it corroded, Jiang Wuyuan still felt a chill run down his spine.
Luckily, he dodged quickly.
Seeing that the vines could not trap him, Xiao Qingqing immediately changed her approach.
The vines moved as she pleased.
burst!
boom--
The spatial gap in front of Jiang Wuyuan silently opened, absorbing the aftershocks of the vines' self-destruction and the poison sprayed everywhere.
This woman seemed quite gentle and quiet, but I didn't expect her to be so decisive and ruthless.
But this is good; at least on the battlefield, ruthlessness is the right thing to do.
Taking advantage of the moment when Xiao Qingqing raised her hand to cast a spell, Jiang Wuyuan lunged forward.
The second form of snow burial – avalanche!
In an instant, it seemed as if a snow mountain was collapsing behind the boy, and an overwhelming force rushed towards Xiao Qingqing.
"Mushrooms are growing!"
With a light tap of her toes, a giant red and white mushroom rose from the ground beneath Xiao Qingqing's feet, sending her directly into the air.
Willow thorns!
To ensure her safety, Xiao Qingqing raised her hand and waved it. A sharp branch formed from willow leaves shot straight at Jiang Wuyuan's face, colliding fiercely with the chilling sword energy brought by the second move of Snow Burial.
boom--
Jiang Wuyuan slightly turned his head to dodge the splattering poison, and with a powerful swing of his sword arm, he cut off all the thick willow thorns.
laugh--
The dazzling golden sword light highlighted the boy's aloof and handsome features, drawing cheers from the audience.
With another swing of his sword, Jiang Wuyuan cleaved the mushroom that shot into the sky in two.
Xiao Qingqing felt the sharp sword intent brushing past her ear, and her heart became very heavy.
She didn't actually know who Jiang Wuyuan was, nor did she pay much attention to the changes in the rankings over the past two days, and she didn't watch yesterday's battle.
A new face appeared on her challenge stage, and she thought she had the victory in the bag.
I didn't expect him to be such a tough nut to crack.
It's a very hard, tough piece of wood.
Not wanting to continue the stalemate with Xiao Qingqing, Jiang Wuyuan decided to end the battle quickly.
The moment he raised his sword, layers upon layers of tiny ice crystals gathered around him.
Moisture spread, bringing extremely cold temperatures.
The first step in snow burial – a snow stroll!
call--
Like a light and agile snowflake, Jiang Wuyuan's figure was ethereal and elusive, appearing suddenly behind Xiao Qingqing as if carried by a gentle breeze—even though there was originally a considerable distance between them.
not good!
Xiao Qingqing reacted quickly enough; before she could even turn her head, the staff in her hand moved first.
Wooden Shield!
The emerald green vines spiraled upwards, layer upon layer, crisscrossing and quickly blocking the way between Jiang Wuyuan and Xiao Qingqing.
However, how could this possibly stop Jiang Wuyuan in the slightest?
In an instant, a cold light flashed in Jiang Wuyuan's eyes, and even the air around Xiao Qingqing seemed to cool down.
The third step of snow burial – Frost descends!
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