He had barely finished speaking when he charged forward with his sword, slashing at Shi Xuan without hesitation.
Although Shi Xuan was only at the seventh level of Qi Refining, he had lived two lives, and his powerful divine sense would surpass even that of a Nascent Soul cultivator.
The moment the iron blade charged, Shi Xuan had already seen through its trajectory. Before the blade came down, he nimbly dodged and easily avoided the attack.
When his first strike with the iron knife failed, he turned around and delivered a palm strike. The wind from the palm whistled through the air, and it was clear that the force was considerable.
This time, Shi Xuan did not dodge. She raised her arm and used it to block, taking the blow head-on.
"Wow!" A gasp rippled through the crowd, as if they foresaw that the fair, delicate little arm was about to break.
Shi Xuan, however, thought: being slashed with a knife is definitely not an option, a slap is just right.
She immediately activated the Sacred Bone Technique. The penetrating force struck the bones like a hammer striking iron, but the Sacred Bone Technique neutralized its impact, only forging without destroying.
After taking the blow, Shi Xuan winced and shook his hand. It hurt a little, but not as much as he had imagined.
The expected arm break did not occur. The round-faced man seemed unaffected, easily crouching to dodge the horizontal slash from the iron blade.
The two fought fiercely, each move faster than the last, and before long they had exchanged over a hundred blows.
Those who just said the fight would end quickly were mistaken; it's been more than a quarter of an hour, half an hour, and the two are still fighting.
To onlookers, the round-faced girl's advantage lay in her agility, but also in an element of luck. She couldn't always dodge the iron blade's attacks, but all the fatal blows were dodged by sheer luck.
If you say she lacks strength, then every time the sword came down, it didn't hurt her in the slightest; if you say she has strength, then she still took a punch from the left and a palm strike from the right, making the fight a bumpy one.
From the beginning until now, she has not shown any offensive moves, making people feel that her defeat is only a matter of time.
The contest has a time limit; if a winner is not determined within one hour, it will be judged as a draw.
Halfway through the time, Shi Xuan suddenly drew his sword, channeling spiritual energy into the blade. The sword energy was like a rainbow, and with just one move, he caused the iron knife to fall to the ground with a clang. As Shi Xuan swung his sword again, he kicked the large iron knife away, sending it flying outside the arena.
Iron Knife was taken aback, but he hadn't yet realized the seriousness of the situation, assuming the round-faced girl was just a coincidence. Therefore, he didn't give up and continued his attack, using his palm as a blade.
As he expected, once he lost his broadsword, Round Face seemed to be even weaker. He was hit repeatedly and staggered as he struggled on, as if he were about to collapse at any moment.
Half an hour later, Shi Xuan drew his sword again. This time, he used the first move of the Concealed Edge Sword Technique. When the spirit sword flew away, the iron-wielding man opposite him was shocked. He felt that he could not dodge this sword from any angle.
In his panic, he jumped backward, fell to the ground, and rolled twice.
But Shi Xuan, who was standing, was faster than Tie Dao, who was lying down. She rushed over and kicked Tie Dao off the fighting platform.
Even after being eliminated, Tie Dao couldn't understand why he, who clearly had the upper hand, ended up losing.
The scene erupted in uproar.
This ending is too unexpected. How could such a big iron sword be defeated, especially by such an innocent little girl? It's just too unbelievable!
The noise was even louder than when the two entered.
"How is that possible! Iron Blade has never lost a fight against someone with a lower cultivation level than him!"
"So Iron Knife fixed the match?"
"No, I saw that the betting amount for this match was not large, so there was no need to fix the game."
"Why is that? This is outrageous! My spirit stones!"
"That can only be explained by round faces being lucky. Sigh, bad luck with money today."
...
Shi Xuan raised her sword, clasped her hands in a salute, and then walked out of the arena with difficulty. The sword tip drooped, as if she could no longer even hold the sword. She had no choice; for the sake of the stakes in the next duel, she couldn't appear too relaxed.
So, with heavy steps, the round-faced man staggered to the betting platform and tearfully took away 1,070 high-grade spirit stones.
The monk who was handling the paperwork then looked her over with surprise and said, "So you're the round-faced one! My apologies for not recognizing you!"
Shi Xuan smiled sheepishly and said, "I just felt that no one had bet on me, which was a bit embarrassing."
The cultivator nodded knowingly.
So, just to save face, I had no choice but to earn 970 high-grade spirit stones.
The ten high-grade spirit stones won from the victory in the duel paled in comparison to the winnings from the bet.
It was already past midnight, and there wasn't enough time to fight another match. Besides, given her frail character, she couldn't sustain two matches in a row, so she could only regretfully return to her sect with the 970 spirit stones she had just earned.
What's so special about a health-preserving pill? Just take one every day.
Having taken the Nourishing Spirit Pill, Shi Xuan decided not to sleep anymore and took out his alchemy furnace to start refining pills.
She had come up with a recipe for nourishing spiritual roots using the Fiery Venus and Mystic Ice Grass she had previously obtained, and decided to try refining it.
Shi Xuan lit the furnace and quickly devoted all his attention to refining the pills. He didn't stop until dawn, when he quickly cast the pill-refining incantation and collected the pills.
Based on the difficulty of refining, Shi Xuan estimated that the newly refined pill was a second-tier pill. The pill was light pink all over, probably a combination of the red of the Fiery Red Star and the white of the Mystic Ice Grass. It was a bit of a pity that this was the first time it was refined, and it didn't turn out to be flawless, only a top-grade one.
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