Free Web NovelOn the arena.
The wind howled, and a few blades of broken grass were swept by the wind, drifting between the two swordsmen.
A scene of autumn desolation (wasn't it not yet early summer?), a duel between peerless swordsmen.
“The wind today is quite boisterous.”
Wu Chushu, his clothes fluttering, holding a long sword, said with a touch of melancholy.
“It’s a good day for a sword fight.”
Xie Xuan, with his sword inverted, wearing a bamboo hat, and a blade of grass in his mouth, said helplessly.
Wu Chushu sighed softly, narrowing his eyes: “I’ve long heard that Tianshan Sword Manor is a Holy Land of the sword Dao, but this title originally belonged to my Sword City. My challenge to you today isn’t to prove that I’m stronger than you, but to tell everyone in the world that what Sword City lost, I will personally reclaim.”
Saying that, he adopted a very handsome sword-holding posture.
“Please!”
“Uh, you too, please.” Xie Xuan vaguely felt his posture was a bit familiar, as if he had just seen it not long ago.
“Please, or rather, you first!”
Wu Chushu changed his posture again.
“...You actually don’t need to pose anymore.”
Xie Xuan’s mouth twitched slightly, and with a smack, he threw the grass root from his mouth to the ground, pointing around:
“It’s useless no matter how much you imitate Xiao Li. Look, is there anyone else here?”
“Is there anyone~ anyone~ anyone~...”
The sound echoed in the emptiness. Wu Chushu was startled and turned around to find the surroundings empty.
He had seen Li Mo holding the God Sword and thousands of swords flying in the air just now, which made his scalp tingle and his brain tremble, so he had diligently practiced for a long time.
Now the small gestures were perfected, the wind was boisterous, and the atmosphere was all set.
But no one was watching?
“How could this be?” Wu Chushu was struck by lightning.
“Isn’t Li Mo and Ying Bing’s duel exciting? Why would they come to watch you and me?”
Xie Xuan impatiently drew his sword:
“Hurry up and fight, I’m also waiting to go watch. If you keep saying ‘please, please, please’, I’ll stab you with one sword.”
“...”
Wu Chushu was in tears.
Since Mo was born, why was Shu born?
...In front of the opposite arena, it was completely the opposite extreme. At this moment, people were like rain, discussions were endless, and countless eyes looked at the two on the stage.
The world was focused on them.
The young man was as graceful as a jade tree in the wind, the fuzz on his mouth had long since faded, making him look sunny and handsome. That face, at first glance, had no aggressive features, making one associate him with a kind-hearted gentleman.
And Ying Bing, under the twilight, her brows and eyes naturally divine, her face in the mixed light and shadow of dusk, was cool yet soft and beautiful, exuding a certain divinity.
If one had to describe it, she was probably like a Heavenly Immortal who mistakenly entered the Mortal world and fell in love with a Mortal, as depicted in storybooks.
The two stood on the stage. Although it was a duel, there was no tension at all, giving people an unusual sense of harmony.
“Get together, get together!”
“I suggest they kiss first.”
“Be serious, this is a spar. This year’s Qianlong First will very likely be born between them.”
Among the surging crowd of common people and Jianghu figures, many had already been led astray by Shang Qinqing into becoming CP fans, but those were mostly young ladies from Dijin who were still unmarried.
Most people were more concerned about who would be the Qianlong Ranking Top this year.
When these two fought, who would win and who would lose?
Shang Qinqing thought for a moment and said loudly:
“Yes, this concerns future family status!”
“So whether you’re a champion fan, an Ice fan, or a CP fan, there’s essentially no difference. Why should everyone differentiate so clearly?”
“To be honest, that’s true.”
“Is that so?”
Many people’s eyes, after a moment of confusion, gradually showed the wisdom of sudden realization.
“Come on.” Li Mo said seriously, looking as if he was ready for battle.
Hmm... he only looked that way.
In fact, his True Essence, Yi Soul, and Physical Body were all in a state of extreme depletion.
This was no longer something that could be recovered by merely adjusting his breath. For others, it would require at least ten days to half a month of recovery, and for him, it would still take two or three days.
Moreover, he had just broken through a Realm.
This wasn't like playing a game where your status is fully restored upon leveling up; on the contrary, he still needed to consolidate his Realm.
So he still planned to... “Hmm.”
Ying Bing nodded slightly and raised her Tai Bai Sword.
However, what arrived even before the Tai Bai Sword was the clear and serene Taiyin Intent Soul.
“You rely heavily on that golden-armored Divine Intention, while the Taiyin Intent Soul, though having the Realm, has not yet unearthed its true wondrous uses.”
The voice, like pearls falling onto a plate, descended simultaneously with the Tai Bai Sword.
Li Mo instinctively raised the Celestial Human Divine Sword.
Upon impact, a cool, yet very comfortable, Qi sensation came from the hilt of the sword.
“Ice Cube...”
“Don’t be in a daze.” Ying Bing looked down at him.
Seeing this scene, those with higher Realms who realized what they were doing all leaned back slightly.
What kind of duel!
Han Xianzi was clearly using the pretext of a duel to help him consolidate his Realm! To nourish his Yi Soul!
“Although things are a bit different from what I imagined, but...”
Shang Qinqing resisted the urge to roll around on the ground, her eyes shining as she said:
“Undoubtedly, I stand on invincible ground.”
“But there must be a winner and a loser, right? How do we decide? Who wins and who loses in the end?”
“Dude, wake up. They both won. Guess who lost?”
“Ah... me?”
“What the hell, you lured us here to kill us? I was already planning to go home for dinner!”
The expectant audience, watching the scene of the two swords entwined and Qi circulating on the stage, erupted in an uproar.
This is the exciting Qianlong Assembly. If you two don't want to fight, then don't!
What do you mean by fighting the audience?
Everyone’s expressions instantly turned into various “Piggy Hero.jpg” memes.
Just then, someone shouted:
“Little Overlord... uh, Wang Qi Dou Hun seems to be losing!”
Everyone quickly looked.
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Li Mo was seen being repelled by a sword, already at the edge of the arena, teetering as if about to fall off.
That’s right, Li Mo was going according to his original plan.
Mainly, to be fair, according to the rules of the Assembly, he should have lost to Ice Cube in this round.
Luck is also part of strength; he was already depleted beforehand, and there was nothing he could do about it.
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Wasn't it only right that she became Qianlong First?
“Tonight, should I see the black one first or the white one first...”
As he fell backward, Li Mo looked at the splendid twilight dyed rose-red, and an unbidden thought crossed his mind.
Oh, right, why differentiate the order?
Can't it be one black and one white?
Hiss... why am I getting more excited the more I think about it... Li Mo felt his nose itching, and a faint warmth surged out.
See, I’m even bleeding.
Who dares to say this duel wasn't intense?
Splat.
“Li Mo fell off the arena, Ying Bing... hmm?”
The Purple-Robed Eunuch was about to announce the winner and loser when he suddenly widened his eyes, as if he had seen a ghost.
Even he hadn't noticed what had just happened.
“Hmm?”
Feeling the astonishing softness and elasticity at the back of his head, Xiao Li looked up in confusion.
He saw, under the simultaneous brilliance of sun and moon, that beautiful and peerless face, with a cool and aloof expression, yet her eyes rippled gently with a smile:
“I came down first, so I lost.”
She said she lost.
But no matter how Li Mo looked at it, Ice Cube seemed like a smug, aloof cat.
Xiao Li knew he had won, but he also felt like he had lost.
So... Li Mo couldn't figure out if he had won, and Ice Cube said she lost.
As for the audience... not to mention them, they had never been so thoroughly “lemons” in their lives, and were completely resigned, begging for mercy.
So who won?
“Hahahahahahaha!!”
Shang Qinqing laughed uproariously, full of pride and infatuation...
