Chapter 2225 - 2222: I’ll Cripple You

Chapter 2225: Chapter 2222: I’ll Cripple You

Miss raised her sword finger and pointed forward. Although it seemed slow, countless finger shadows appeared in front of her, interwoven with blue Sword Qi, rushing towards Ling Shuiyao.

The Sword Energy Cross performed barehanded might not be as sharp and overwhelming as when using a sword, but it was more flexible and unpredictable. Weapons are just extensions of the hand; no matter how you look at it, hands are more agile than weapons.

Facing the Sword Energy Cross, Ling Shuiyao put away her usual casualness, her expression becoming solemn, her eyes restrained, with reflections of Sword Qi in her clear pupils.

She didn’t retreat or evade but took a step forward. Her left hand drew a circle in front of her, and her right hand thrust forward with a palm, engulfing sky-blue True Energy, penetrating through the circle’s center.

Hiss...

The seemingly slow thrusting palm tore a visible airwave from the atmosphere, emitting a harsh tearing sound as if ripping through the air itself.

Whether it was Miss’s Sword Energy Cross or Ling Shuiyao’s thrusting palm, both displayed unparalleled power. The power coming from the body without relying on weapons was even more astonishing.

The two were facing each other head-on. The crowd seemed to see a scene of flesh and blood flying – two peerless beauties appearing to be on the verge of a tragic fall.

But the two girls had no murderous intent or hatred on their faces; instead, they looked relieved. This contrast strongly stimulated everyone’s eyes.

Just when everyone was holding their breath, the two suddenly stopped their hands, as if time had suddenly hit the brakes. Their Sword Qi was mere inches away from each other’s brow.

"I lost," Ling Shuiyao suddenly said.

The crowd didn’t understand. Stopping midway, how could she say she lost? At that moment, a strand of hair fell from Ling Shuiyao’s head, landing on the ground.

The audience was enlightened. It turned out that Xiao Manxue was more skilled, cutting off a strand of Ling Shuiyao’s hair. They realized another thing: to halt such powerful martial skills at the last moment requires immense control.

The two women exchanged a smile, walked hand in hand off the ring, intimate as sisters, in no way like combat opponents.

They returned to Lin Tian’s side, smiling slightly: "Did we scare you?" The smile carried a hint of mischief.

Xiao Manxuan took the lead in responding with, "You scared me to death; I thought you two were fighting to the death. You have no idea how nervous Lin Tian was."

"Really? Were you nervous?" Miss glanced at Lin Tian, asking gently.

Lin Tian laughed heartily, pretending to be relaxed: "Of course, I was nervous. A scar would be such a pity for such a beautiful face."

"You superficial wolf, only looking at faces," Ling Shuiyao pouted, quite dissatisfied.

Lin Tian felt no shame and instead laughed heartily: "Who says I only look at faces? There’s also the figure."

Saying this, his eyes roamed over the beauties’ graceful figures. Lin Tian’s creed was if you call me a lecher, then I should do some lecherous things; otherwise, wouldn’t I suffer a loss?

His unabashed gaze drew simultaneous rolling eyes from the beauties, and, of course, side glances from the nearby audience. But they also admired Lin Tian; with such enchanting beauties, most men would be self-conscious, yet Lin Tian chatted freely and even teased them in return.

Lin Tian reclined lazily in the wheelchair, looking somewhat laid-back, not caring about how others viewed him, simply saying: "Just one last match left. Miss, are you confident?"

Miss was slightly startled, then her gaze turned ahead, silent. Xiao Manxuan and the other girls also realized there was only one match left, the most important one.

The Ancient Martial Artists also came back to their senses from the previous battles, the discussions gradually decreased, and then it was completely silent.

The final showdown was about to unfold. Who would be first would soon be revealed.

However, was there any suspense in being the first? One in the Innate Realm, the other in Postnatal Perfection, the facts were clear; perhaps the final battle was just a formality. Many people thought so, including some bigwigs.

"Mr. Ji, this match should have no suspense, right?" Situ Yuanzhong said with a faint smile.

Ji Wancheng only gave a polite smile without directly responding. Situ Yuanzhong raised his eyebrows and then turned to Ling Zishan: "Ling Pavilion Master, what do you think?"

Ling Zishan looked at the stage, calmly saying: "It doesn’t matter who wins or loses. Making progress on the stage is the greatest gain. I believe many will break through their bottlenecks because of this."

"Hehe, let’s hope so." Situ Yuanzhong laughed and then said no more.

This time, there was no drawing of lots. The elder directly announced: "The last match, Ji Zimo versus Xiao Manxue."

Ji Zimo stood up, immediately becoming the focus. Everyone looked at him. Miss glanced at Lin Tian, then walked onto the stage. Her gaze was not on the audience, not on Ji Zimo, but looking at a spot a meter in front as if there were some mysteries there.

Ji Zimo held the Sky Soaring Sword; Miss held the Hua Ying Sword. At this time, these two swords were no longer a pair because the Sword Intent of the Hua Ying Sword had already merged with Miss.

In more casual words, the Hua Ying Sword had recognized Miss as its master, so even when facing the Sky Soaring Sword, it would not be affected.

"If you lose, return the Hua Ying Sword to the Ji Family," Ji Zimo said expressionlessly, his tone condescending.

"That’s shameless, saying something like that," Ling Shuiyao complained unhappily.

The audience also found Ji Zimo’s words absurd. This was a martial contest, not a gamble. However, they also knew that the Ji Family wouldn’t give up on the Hua Ying Sword.

Ji Zimo didn’t care about the gazes from other Ancient Martial Artists, still firmly saying: "If I lose, the Sky Soaring Sword is yours."

Miss’s gaze finally moved to him but replied coldly: "Firstly, the Hua Ying Sword doesn’t belong to the Ji Family. There is no returning it."

This statement changed the Ji Family members’ expressions, looking quite unfavorable. The Ji Family always regarded themselves as orthodox; denying their ownership was like denying this orthodoxy.

Miss didn’t care about the Ji Family’s stares, still speaking coldly: "Secondly, if you want to gamble swords with me, you’re overthinking it. The Hua Ying Sword is mine. If I lose, it loses with me. If I win, it wins with me. We share honor and disgrace; it isn’t anyone’s bargaining chip!"

These words were spoken with conviction, and some who underestimated Miss now had a newfound respect for her.

"Well said!" Someone shouted, followed by a round of applause.

With just this one statement, not a few people became fans of Miss. In comparison, Ji Zimo seemed less magnanimous.

However, being a master in the Innate Realm, Ji Zimo’s mind was strong and unaffected by them.

"In that case, I’ll only have to cripple you. A disarmed Ancient Martial Artist is unworthy of owning the Hua Ying Sword!" Ji Zimo stated calmly but with ruthlessly cold words.

You won’t give it, won’t cooperate, then I’ll cripple you. An Ancient Martial Artist without martial arts has no qualification to own a Divine Weapon. That’s what Ji Zimo thought.