Chapter 14 Part 2
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Chapter 14: As Long as There Is Love, Even Swords Don’t Matter (2)
Puff!
Waves upon waves of tides surged toward Yu Ying, the force so overwhelming that no sign of slowing down was in sight.
Hidden among the torrents of water droplets, a sharp divine sense pricked like a needle.
Break it.
Obstacles.
Go ahead.
Zhou Rui!
As the battle reached its climax, a plain white light swept across the entire arena barrier.
Zhou Rui froze.
Her sword was an inch away from Yu Ying’s chest, but no matter how hard she tried, it wouldn’t budge.
“Why?”
There was no invisible wall before her.
How could the sword Qi, like a wave, fly away and get tangled in Yu Ying’s water-blue strands?
Zhou Rui tried to counterattack with her left fist, but as Yu Ying’s clothes fluttered in the wind, the sword in her hands reversed abruptly.
Bang!
The hilt of the sword struck between Zhou Rui’s breasts.
“Hmm~”
Zhou Rui, winded from the blow to her ribs, let out a muffled groan of pain.
Before she could react, Yu Ying closed the distance and, with a sharp motion, struck her chest again.
Pa!
Zhou Rui couldn’t even see what had happened, only feeling an excruciating blow that sent her flying off the stage like a broken kite.
Yu Ying nodded lightly.
“I win, Elder Martial Sister Zhou.”
She bowed before jumping off the stage.
The host quickly announced, “The winner is Yu Ying!”
Everything changed in the blink of an eye.
When Zhou Rui fell, most onlookers were still in shock.
“What happened?”
“In that moment, Elder Martial Sister Zhou seemed to lose control of her sword.”
…
Yes.
Zhou Rui felt it too.
Her sword stopped because she had lost connection with it.
“My sword… it betrayed me!”
How?
Zhou Rui knelt on the ground, her eyes wide in disbelief as she stared at her hands.
Her delicate hands, now covered in scratches, were the proof of her relentless training in swordsmanship.
From the day she entered Duxian sect, Zhou Rui had chosen the Unending Sword Array as her main technique.
To master it quickly, she had come up with an extraordinary approach.
Man and sword in one.
No.
To be more precise, it was about cultivating feelings with the sword.
She believed that swords had spirits, and one day, hers would awaken. So she carried the sword everywhere she went.
Holding it while eating.
Holding it while sleeping.
Holding it while bathing.
Holding it while walking.
Even when going to the toilet, she never let go of her sword.
The sword spirit didn’t appear, but she did find herself in perfect harmony with her weapon.
The same magic made her sword more powerful than others.
As they say, all roads lead to Rome.
One day, Zhou Rui broke through the barriers, suddenly understanding the Unending Sword Array in its full glory.
This technique, which allowed her to excel, had elevated her from being an unremarkable new disciple to a respected competitor.
She had achieved excellent results repeatedly, and her cultivation had grown rapidly.
Without that sword, there would be no her today.
Her bond with it was beyond question.
But…
Zhou Rui clenched her fist slowly.
Incredibly, her sword had betrayed her today, not only abandoning her but also delivering a strike that nearly knocked the breath out of her!
Ha-ha.
Without the sword, what remained of the Unending Sword Array?
The world is so strange.
After a sad laugh, an overwhelming sadness surged in Zhou Rui’s heart.
She sobbed, struggling to rise to her feet without even sparing a glance at the sword on the ground.
Although no wind blew on Yunluo Peak, Zhou Rui felt as if she was being tossed by a storm.
“It betrayed me.”
Sobbing.
Though their past memories were beautiful…
But it…
“Still betrayed me!”
A distant voice echoed in the stillness, tinged with sorrow.
Zhou Rui’s stumbling figure quickly vanished from the square.
Nobody laughed at her.
After all…
This was truly absurd!
Zhou Rui, a cultivator at the early Golden Core Stage, had been defeated by Elder Martial Sister Bai Lian’s fourth Martial Sister with a simple elbow strike.
Anyone would be deeply shaken by such an outcome.
Yu Ying halted in her steps toward the platform where Xiao Jinse stood.
She pursed her lips.
The memory of being oppressed by Marquis Wu’an and struggling to breathe came flooding back.
She judged others by her own experience.
She shouldn’t have pushed herself so far. She should have dodged Zhou Rui’s sword more awkwardly, grappled with her for a few rounds, and then struck when Zhou Rui made a mistake.
That way, even if Zhou Rui lost, she wouldn’t have felt so heartbroken.
“I’m careless!”
Unfortunately.
There was no turning back.
Yu Ying shook her head slightly, considering whether she should console the injured Elder Martial Sister Zhou.
Just then, she realized she was being stared at by a scorching gaze.
“Hmm?”
Yu Ying turned slowly.
Her eyes met those of a seasoned man in a deep blue robe, a yellow straw hat perched atop his head, and a scar visible on his right cheek, surrounded by the bustling crowd.
“!”
The first image that flashed in Yu Ying’s mind was of Elder Martial Sister Bai Lian, wrapped in nothing but a bath towel, white as snow…
Cough.
Then, she remembered the intel Elder Martial Sister Bai Lian had carefully shared about formidable opponents.
One such opponent had short hair and a visible scar on his right cheek.
Tang Chengyue.
Boom.
Yu Ying squinted her eyes.
She noticed the flickering sparks in the air.
She had held back a lot earlier, but Martial Brother Tang still perceived the depth of her strength.
As Elder Martial Sister Bai Lian had said, he was an opponent to be taken seriously.
“Elder Martial Sister Bai Lian was right to be cautious!”
Even in her injuries, Elder Martial Sister Bai Lian had worked tirelessly to carve out a path for them.
Thinking about this, a warm feeling flowed through Yu Ying’s heart.
Ah, ah.
She really wanted to be “seamlessly connected” with Elder Martial Sister Bai Lian!
Yu Ying now felt regretful.
If only she had joined Qiongming Peak a few years earlier, there would have been no other Elder Martial Sisters.
She sighed softly, breaking her gaze from Tang Chengyue and walking toward the distant stage.