Chapter 1942 - 1922:

Chapter 1942: Chapter 1922:

He Wenyu understood that Luo Qianqian meant for her to focus on the enemy, while the other person was left to Luo Qianqian.

But this fat guy, is he really someone to mess with? No matter how you look at it, this fat guy... thick-skinned, harder to beat, right?

However, since she was the one who chose the opponent first, Luo Qianqian just let her be, and besides, no need to worry about getting hurt, or the opponent being ruthless. This situation is like a golden opportunity, isn’t it?

All her Spiritual Power was mobilized, and the sword was sheathed with an orange glow. With a slight draw of the sword, she quickly thrust it out, not allowing the opponent any room to block.

Her speed, augmented by Spiritual Power, reached quite a horrifying extent, and the pressure from the Spiritual Power instantly surged to the extreme, making the burly man feel the oppression of Spiritual Power too.

The sturdy young man had no weapon; it was obvious that his body was his best weapon!

Dark, rough skin and muscles that couldn’t be ignored, he looked like he’d trained to the extreme degree of beast-like transformation.

Although He Wenyu herself stated she liked abs and such, this terrifying degree, muscular arms almost as thick as her waist, she would rather stay away.

The burly man’s hands circled his chest, feet slightly apart, hands quickly opened, reaching straight for Wan Yu’s weapon, wanting to see how strong a young girl could be!

A flash of light and shadow passed by, and the man was surprised and took half a step back, his upper body slightly tilted back, hands together, catching He Wenyu’s thrusting sword.

"Whoa, bare-handed blade catch?" He Wenyu hadn’t hoped her first attack would hit, but evidently, the moment the man caught her sword, she was a bit disappointed, seeing as the person lying on the ground over there hadn’t even faced Luo Qianqian yet...

"Don’t be silly, he’s wearing those genuine leather gloves." Luo Qianqian leisurely said, "Be careful, getting hurt would be a joke."

"Then stop talking to me!" He Wenyu still descending slowly from the air due to the leftover force from the bare-handed catch, promptly did a decisive airborne dive directly towards the burly man’s head.

And the burly man seemed to notice something, looked up at her, completely disdainful, unfazed by her actions, yet rather excited.

The burly figure suddenly jumped, hands grabbed at the air twice, with a mischievous grin using agile movements that didn’t match with his robust stature went straight towards He Wenyu.

His speed, unexpectedly matched the speed of He Wenyu earlier!

"Whoa?" Seeing his sly movements, He Wenyu felt a rising anger from within, immediately pulled out her hammer, though rationally enough, she only pulled out one. Even so, her expression was unpleasant.

After all, the hammer’s grade was higher than her strength, giving her great pressure!

A hammer swung straight for the sturdy young man’s face.

"Shiliu!" Luo Qianqian instantly panicked, joking aside, this was a weapon made by the dwarf tribe, also He Wenyu’s current self-defense weapon. If exposed over an insignificant competition, how bad would that be?

Clouds dispersed instantly, turned into dense fog shrouding the venue; Luo Qianqian stood up, no longer lazy as before.

The sturdy man realized something was awry, but under the weapon’s pressure, he had nowhere to escape to. Panic filled his face; while airborne, he couldn’t change his path!

Despite struggling desperately, he still got hit on the shoulder...

"Ah!" The sturdy man’s scream echoed throughout the venue...

"Ah..." The sudden dense fog and the man’s scream startled He Wenyu, immediately guardedly looking around, knowing that another person was present. She must not be ambushed in such an occasion, how shameful would that be!

"Uh!" A muffled groan sounded behind her, followed by the noise of someone falling.

Luo Qianqian reached out to grab He Wenyu: "Put it away!"

He Wenyu quickly stored it away with some reluctance.

It’s true she was the elder sister to outsiders, but... she seemed to have always been suppressed by Luo Qianqian!

With the fog dissipating, He Wenyu immediately raised her guard, the skinny man lay next to her, gripping a pitch-black dagger!

Except... two ice arrows pierced both his hands, immobilizing him, and his abdomen was mercilessly stabbed by Luo Qianqian with an ice arrow.

"In my fog, attacking me? Dream on!" The fog not only obstructed others’ sights but became her eyes; while others couldn’t see, she was keenly observing every detail. So without any reservation, she stomped hard on his stomach.

The referee’s face changed dramatically upon taking the stage.

One arm looked limp, likely broken, and another... definitely severely injured!

"You guys!"

"Announce the result, we brought our medical team." Luo Qianqian rolled her eyes, this isn’t Ji Lei, they wouldn’t be so unreasonable.

The referee had no choice, as they didn’t know exactly what had happened...

Just a flash of Golden Light, the stage covered in dense fog.

Upon announcing their victory, Luo Qianqian beckoned: "Come, come, there’s work, dinner’s extra."

Di Jun quickly ran over, full of confusion at Luo Qianqian: "What did you do just now?"

"Nothing, just a small warning to those using cheap tricks, daring to touch my people? Did you ask for my permission?" Luo Qianqian kept trampling on the one’s wound with her small foot, disregarding others’ views.

Long Tu stepped forward, silently pulling Luo Qianqian away: "Quickly heal them, or you’ll be lying here next."

"Wait." He Wenyu grinned cheekily, picking up the dagger, revealing a devilish smile to the two: "Do you think if I cut off some flesh, could it still recover?"

Di Jun is puzzled: "Didn’t we test it before? I can only heal existing wounds."

"So, do you think..." He Wenyu held the dagger high above two agonized people, indicating with specific moves: "If I accidentally did something, would it be beyond remedy?"

"You could choose to cut halfway, vertically, or cut cross-shaped, into slices," Luo Qianqian watched the scene with Long Tu, nonchalantly speaking.

"Right, makes sense."

"Hey!"

"It’s just verbal threats, maximum we’d pay medical fees and mental damages, wouldn’t we? Rest assured teacher, we can afford it, can’t be here if we couldn’t, how else could we give our class a good standing? Besides, nobody ever said verbal threats weren’t allowed, right? Most importantly, we brought a doctor, they’ll be healed in no time, but I feel my mental damages haven’t been compensated yet..." He Wenyu sighed deeply, gripping the dagger, swiftly moving towards their legs, stopping just short of a centimeter, satisfiedly covering her nose, standing up: "Hurry up with the treatment, that smell is unbearable."