Chapter 2224 - 2221: Duel of Two Beauties

Chapter 2224: Chapter 2221: Duel of Two Beauties

A massive halberd shadow appeared, formed by the knife’s energy, as if splitting mountains and seas, cleaving toward Ji Zimo.

Under the immense momentum, the air of the entire arena seemed to be squeezed out. The Ancient Martial Artists felt breathless, with roaring sounds filling everyone’s eardrums, like war drums, like tens of thousands of galloping horses, shaking and dizzying, yet their blood seemed ignited, boiling.

If given a knife, they could fearlessly slay enemies; if given a horse, they dared to charge alone. The Unrivaled Slash affected everyone’s emotions. At this moment, even the timid seemed to have forgotten their fear.

"What a unique aura," Lin Tian carefully sensed, a picture emerging in his mind: a war general, holding a Sky Halberd, charging at the forefront of the battlefield.

Facing the astonishing slash, Ji Zimo also raised the Sky Soaring Sword, slashing horizontally, a white light flew out, like holy light, meeting the phantom of the Sky Halberd.

The white light collided with the halberd shadow, there was no thunderous rumbling sound, the energy silently dissolved, the white light seemed gentle, yet it penetrated the halberd shadow in an instant and flew toward Yuwen Xingjian.

Yuwen Xingjian hurriedly slashed the Sky Halberd but was still shaken and retreated more than ten meters before stopping, and the white light also disappeared.

On the other hand, Ji Zimo stood with his sword in hand, the strong wind blowing his clothes, showing some demeanor of a master. Among the younger generation, he indeed counted as a master.

"You can admit defeat," Ji Zimo said plainly.

"Innate is indeed a qualitative change, even my full-strength strike cannot shake it," Yuwen Xingjian was somewhat regretful but more excited, his pursuit for the Innate stage grew more fervent.

He didn’t verbally admit defeat, just turned and walked off the arena. It was only after Yuwen Xingjian left the arena that Ji Zimo turned and left.

After Ji Zimo left, Lin Tian noticed that the stone slabs under his feet had shattered. It seemed he wasn’t as relaxed as he appeared.

"This Ji Zimo is too monstrous; if I face him, I’ll surely lose," Ling Shuiyao said quite helplessly.

However, Little La Jiao, although admitting she couldn’t win, didn’t show much despondency in her eyes. For someone with her broad mind, it wasn’t easy to be discouraged.

"Yuwen Xingjian’s Unrivaled Slash still affected him. A full-strength strike at Postnatal Perfection can’t be completely ignored by the Innate," Lin Tian said quietly.

Ling Shuiyao blinked, smiling happily, "So, I still have a chance?"

As soon as she finished speaking, an elder announced again: "Next match, Ling Shuiyao versus Xiao Manxue."

Lin Tian glanced at her and smiled, "Yes, if you can beat Miss."

"What do you mean by laughing like that, am I that bad?" Ling Shuiyao retorted angrily.

Miss shook her head with amusement. Even ready for the match, she had the leisure to squabble. She glanced at Lin Tian and walked onto the stage first. Ling Shuiyao also glared at Lin Tian and followed Miss onto the stage.

The two women walked side by side, not like they were about to duel, but like they were preparing to go shopping together.

Both are among the top five masters and are stunning beauties, walking onto the stage together, their brilliance seemed to overshadow the sun in the sky, even dispersing much of the heavy atmosphere on the arena.

"If life could have such women, what more could a husband ask for?" a man sighed, but it was only a private lament, as none of them had the courage to even approach and speak to them.

"Must be an extraordinarily talented man. Back then, even Situ Yufeng failed."

"That’s not really a failure; it’s because the Situ family wasn’t sincere."

"Looking around the young generation, only Lin Tian is worthy of them."

...

These discussions reached the ears of Miss and Ling Shuiyao, and the two women exchanged a smile.

"Sister Manxue, I won’t lose to you," Ling Shuiyao said with a relaxed, smiling face.

Miss also smiled brightly, saying, "Then let’s have an enjoyable match without caring about others’ opinions."

"Okay!" Ling Shuiyao responded cheekily, and then the two women clasped hands.

The hands of both women were fair and delicate, appearing frail and weak, but the moment they grasped each other, the air seemed to ripple for a moment.

Ling Shuiyao’s aura rapidly rose, from Postnatal Late Stage breaking through to Postnatal Perfection, and even showed a slight upward trend, but finally stabilized.

The aura disturbed the clouds, and Ling Shuiyao’s hair fluttered. At this moment, she finally displayed her true strength, Postnatal Perfection.

"You hid an entire realm," Miss said in surprise, but wasn’t shocked, as if it should be so.

"What’s the use of hiding? And yet Aunt uses me to compare with this freak Lin Tian," Ling Shuiyao was also helpless.

The two women simultaneously turned their heads, looking at Lin Tian, and smiled again. They thought the same thing: probably no one would want to compare themselves with Lin Tian as it was too discouraging.

"Lin Tian, will sister and Shuiyao really fight?" Xiao Manxuan blinked, seemingly a bit worried.

Lin Tian was also somewhat troubled. Both of them are not low in strength, but they are also friends. Judging by the situation, they also seem to want a real duel. If it ends in mutual destruction, wouldn’t that benefit Ji Zimo?

Bang...

The bell rang, the two women exchanged a respectful punch, and tacitly did not use weapons. Lin Tian was about to breathe a sigh of relief when the two women again pinched their sword fingers, with brilliant sword Qi flickering on their fair fingertips.

Miss’s sword Qi was blue, while Ling Shuiyao’s was cyan. Although this sword Qi was only one or two inches, its power was immense. Lin Tian had felt it when he first met Miss.

"Postnatal Perfection, conjuring sword Qi bare-handed, Ling Pavilion Master, you really hid your little girl well," Situ Yuanzhong sighed, but it sounded somewhat awkward, seemingly expressing dissatisfaction.

"Minor skill, anyone in the top five can do it," Ling Pavilion Master said indifferently, also hearing Situ Yuanzhong’s tone but was too lazy to argue much.

The expressions of the several bigwigs varied, but none of them spoke, their eyes returning to the arena.

Miss and Ling Shuiyao did not pull apart but engaged directly in close proximity. The two women held the sword technique with their steps like lotus-treading and flying like the wind, seemingly like fairies fighting, yet the sword Qi in their hands was extremely dangerous.

With their bodies, even a single hit of sword Qi would injure them severely, unlike Lin Tian who could withstand it with his rugged physique. Of course, Miss had the ice silkworm silk dress and Black Gold Silk Inner Armor, so it wouldn’t hurt her body, but her face was unprotected, and a hit on the face would damage her looks.

However, the two women seemed immersed in the "joy" of sparring, completely ignoring Lin Tian’s gaze.

There was only each other’s Sword Intent in their eyes, completely focused. It wasn’t just a duel of sword moves, but also a spiritual confrontation of Sword Intent. Just like Miss said, they wanted a true battle.

Suddenly, Miss retracted her sword light and stepped back three steps, and Ling Shuiyao followed suit, also retracting her sword Qi. Everyone thought they would stop here, but Lin Tian was alarmed, realizing these two were about to unleash a major move.