Free Web NovelChapter 1474: Chapter 757: The Mature Rose
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Although there was still some distance between Lan Yan’er, who was at the peak of Seventh Grade, and Li Bei, who had just stepped into Seventh Grade; Li Bei opened her eyes, locked her gaze on Lan Yan’er, and felt no fear.
Lan Yan’er had already entered puberty and was therefore fully matured, able to attract men from anywhere, as they were drawn in by the seductive look in her eyes. By contrast, Li Bei was like a rose that had yet to fully bloom, exuding a pure and lively air.
"You’re not my match. Just withdraw obediently, little sister doesn’t want to see you suffer." Lan Yan’er widened her eyes, blinked, and smiled in a crescent-moon shape as she looked at her.
"Ah, what a pity. Even if she’s older, her personality is absolutely not my cup of tea." Qing Shui stared at Lan Yan’er’s enchanting appearance and secretly told himself.
"Ten moves! I only need ten moves to defeat you. If by then I still haven’t beaten you, I’ll admit defeat." Li Bei spoke calmly, and her words shocked everyone in the audience.
Even Qing Shui was struck as if by lightning. He had always thought Li Bei was a gentle little lamb, but it turned out that wasn’t the case. Li Bei actually dared to make such a declaration!
Perhaps this proclamation made Lan Yan’er feel ashamed, because she hadn’t expected Li Bei to be this bold. As her smile froze on her face, she said coldly, "Oh? In that case, you’d better be careful." Lan Yan’er drew a pale blue sharp sword that had defeated countless others. Its color was as clear as water, comparable to a woman’s limpid eyes. Perhaps this proclamation made Lan Yan’er feel ashamed, because she hadn’t expected Li Bei to be this bold. As her smile froze on her face, she said coldly, "Oh? In that case, you’d better be careful." Lan Yan’er drew a pale blue sharp sword that had defeated countless others. Its color was as clear as water, comparable to a woman’s limpid eyes.
In response, Li Bei took out a pair of chain gloves and put them on. The guards extended all the way up her forearms. Tilting her head, she looked at the waiting Lan Yan’er.
Qing Shui knew that the chain gloves Li Bei used were woven from the silk of frost silkworms, a type of silkworm found only in the northern regions. They were impervious to the cuts and chops of ordinary weapons. Beneath the arena, when Qing Hu had been fighting, Li Bei had already told Qing Shui the origins of this set of chain gloves. They had been purchased by Qing Luo, and there was only this one pair within the Qing Clan. One could say this was a weapon above average quality, because compared to clumsy gauntlets made of gold and steel, the wearer could still move flexibly while using this weapon, whereas those heavy gauntlets would only slow the user down.
The moment Li Bei took the first step, Qing Shui was frightened out of his wits. Not only Qing Shui, but the entire Qing Clan was the same. Who would have thought Li Bei had already reached the early phase of the Clan’s Lotus Stage. To combine the "Lotus Stage" with "Lonely Fist" was truly a dazzling sight!
Of course, that alone still wasn’t enough to guarantee such a feat. What was truly remarkable was that Li Bei’s execution of "Lonely Fist" was even more spectacular than Qing Hu’s earlier performance. Li Bei seemed to have grasped the true essence of the word "lonely" and genuinely understood the core of this fist technique!
Li Bei was comparable to a ferocious leopard, her body light and agile, yet she also possessed a domineering strength. As she advanced toward Lan Yan’er, she drew exclamations of admiration from the audience.
"No wonder this girl dared to make such a declaration. It seems she wants to combine the pressure of psychological warfare with the insight she’s grasped to completely crush Lan Yan’er." Qing Shui realized this as he watched Li Bei’s slender frame bearing the pressure of a Tai Mountain, slowly forcing Lan Yan’er back.
To win in battle, one had to take the narrow, courageous path to seize victory. At the moment, this description best summarized the situation between Lan Yan’er and Li Bei. Li Bei’s intricate strikes were comparable to a typhoon. As she attacked mercilessly, her arms were like serpents.
"The eighth step!" Li Bei said as her body flashed, simultaneously evading the sweeping slash of Lan Yan’er’s sword.
Once she grew used to Lan Yan’er’s sword strikes, Li Bei no longer wasted any time. "I’ve already seen through all your tricks," she said, then shot forward as swiftly as a shooting star and ruthlessly struck Lan Yan’er’s Tian Tu acupoint with her fist, causing her to lose consciousness.
This was Li Bei’s ninth step! After Li Bei defeated Lan Yan’er, the audience was instantly stunned. Even Qing Luo felt a bit embarrassed as he stared at Lan Yu, the leader of the Lan Clan. In truth, his own granddaughter possessed the strength of a fierce wind sweeping through fallen leaves, and had defeated the genius Lan Yan’er, who was two years older than her.
Lan Yu stood unmoving for a moment, but shortly after, he quickly arranged for others from the Lan Clan to carry the unconscious Lan Yan’er off the arena. Li Bei did not remain on the stage. She only said one line before leaping down from it. "I only came up here because I couldn’t stand her arrogance."
After leaving those words behind, Li Bei stepped off the stage. But what she said continued to echo in Lan Yu’s ears, as he secretly muttered in his heart: "Girl, your behavior now is even more presumptuous and arrogant than my Yan’er’s."
Although there was competition between the various great families, they still needed to rely on each other when it came to protecting and maintaining Qing Village. Fortunately, Li Bei was still young; though her words were somewhat arrogant, the tone behind them seemed to carry a mischievous flavor. Besides, that sly woman with the curvaceous figure and phoenix-like eyes from the Feng Family gently covered her mouth as she laughed, instantly dispelling the awkward atmosphere. Qing Shui gazed into those alluring eyes and couldn’t help but feel a burning pain flare up at his waist, his heart trembling as desire flickered in his gaze.
