Chapter 31
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Chapter 31: Fortunately, I’m Better at It!
“Start!”
With a crisp order, Su Youwei took the lead in launching the attack.
Elder Martial Sister Bai Lian was still watching. If she couldn’t beat anyone, Martial Sister Bai Lian would be disappointed. Therefore, she would play fake matches, but only after she had defeated several people.
“It seems that Martial Sister Bai Lian’s younger Martial Sister is going to win.”
Tong Yao’s eyes were sharp. After only one look, she figured Su Youwei would win.
Su Youwei’s opponent’s heart had been confused for a while. He was timid and couldn’t even use half of his strength. His strength was not as good as Su Youwei’s in the first place. And now, he seemed to be in a hurry in the face of Su Youwei’s stormy attack.
“How great!”
“I remember not long ago, this new Martial Sister was only at the Qi Refining Stage.”
“Elder Martial Sister Bai Lian taught her well!”
Bai Lian nodded with satisfaction.
The third Martial Sister had just reached the Foundation Establishment Stage, and she hadn’t learned many spells yet, but her sword skills were enough to deal with these ordinary opponents.
A big fireball just emerged and was scattered by Su Youwei’s sword.
After repeating the same scene several times, the opponent was swept out of the arena by Su Youwei with her sword.
Bai Lian asked with concern, “Do you want to take a rest?”
Su Youwei shook her head. “No, Martial Sister, I’m in good shape now.”
“Don’t force yourself.”
“Okay.”
Su Youwei lowered her head. She felt a little guilty and feared that Martial Sister Bai Lian could see through what she was thinking.
At this time, Xiao Jinse couldn’t help muttering.
The third younger Martial Sister’s strength was far beyond her imagination. Would she personally defeat all the opponents and end the competition?!
If so, wouldn’t she have no chance to show off at all?
Tsk.
Xiao Jinse’s eyes sharpened.
No wonder the third Martial Sister was so positive before. She was going to leave no benefits to me!
What a scheming third Martial Sister!
Xiao Jinse was deeply upset.
Damn it.
Compared with the third Martial Sister, she was as pure as a noble lotus. Xiao Jinse was restless with anxiety.
Fortunately, after defeating three opponents in a row, Su Youwei’s hand holding the sword trembled slightly.
“Ambition also needs to be supported by strength!”
Xiao Jinse suddenly felt confident.
In terms of persistence, the third Martial Sister was by no means her opponent. If the third Martial Sister could fight five, she could defeat all the remaining eight.
Yunluo Peak’s disciples also noticed something. They unanimously recommended Jiang Haochuan as the next person to fight.
“Brother Haochuan, it’s all up to you!”
“Brother Haochuan, you can’t win too smoothly. You have to act like you’re struggling!”
“Brother Haochuan…”
“……”
Damn it!
What is the feeling of being appointed?
Jiang Haochuan’s eyes rolled up.
He really wanted to shout at these people, “You’d better hire someone else!”
But he couldn’t say it because he still had to stay at Yunluo Peak.
Jiang Haochuan turned around, revealing a look of despair.
He arched his hands opposite Su Youwei and said, “I, Jiang Haochuan, am at the middle stage of the Foundation Establishment Stage. Please give me your advice!”
The Middle Stage of the Foundation Establishment Stage?!
Fierce discussions broke out among the onlookers.
Su Youwei was stunned.
What? The middle stage of the Foundation Establishment Stage?
It’s done!
It seemed there was no need to pick another target. After all, she had just broken through to the early stage of the Foundation Establishment Stage, and it was natural to lose to Jiang Haochuan.
Next, as long as she pretended to be hit, she could monopolize Elder Martial Sister Bai in front of the second Elder Martial Sister!
“I, Su Youwei, am at the early stage of the Foundation Establishment Stage; please give me some advice!”
Su Youwei specially emphasized the word “early stage” to ensure that everyone present could hear it.
After the two said so, Tong Yao raised the little yellow flag in her hand.
“Start!”
Jiang Haochuan took a deep breath.
He was not a good actor, but this time, he would try his best.
The garbage sword he prepared in advance was out of its sheath!
Qiang.
The sword blared, reflecting snow-white lights.
The sword stabbed straight at Su Youwei. At the same time, Jiang Haochuan’s left hand made a seal, and a dark purple halo appeared out of thin air under his feet.
This was his specialty—
The spell, Ground Collapse Eruption.
Su Youwei held her sword in both hands and stared at the fast-approaching Jiang Haochuan.
His sword was a little too fast.
After a brief hesitation, Su Youwei chose to fight back.
It would be too humiliating to be defeated too quickly.
Ding Ding Ding——
The two of them moved very fast, and they fought dozens of times in the blink of an eye. Some disciples with relatively low strength didn’t even see what happened.
After Su Youwei distanced herself from Jiang Haochuan, dozens of fist-sized cracks appeared on the flat arena, and dark purple lights gushed out of the cracks.
Suddenly, a purple whip appeared in front of Su Youwei.
It’s time to pretend to be in a hurry!
Su Youwei brandished her sword “in a hurry,” and anyone could see that her move had become slow.
“!?”
Bai Lian frowned. It shouldn’t be. The third Martial Sister’s reaction speed was amazing in her memory.
…
Pa.
Su Youwei was about to fall to the ground when the sword blade touched the purple whip. She was stunned to find that the purple whip was as feeble as paper, breaking at a single touch.
Ah, this…
Was she too strong, or was Jiang Haochuan too weak? Su Youwei couldn’t make up her mind for a moment.
At this time, Jiang Haochuan rushed forward with his sword, its blade wrapped in fire. Half the arena was illuminated red by the blaze, creating an eye-catching spectacle that gave the impression of immense power.
“Younger Martial Sister, be careful!” Jiang Haochuan shouted, stabbing the sword at her.
Coming back to her senses, Su Youwei quickly countered, engaging him in battle once again.
“Elder Martial Brother Jiang, you’re not bad either,” she remarked mid-fight.
The two exchanged dozens of blows, and with each clash, Jiang Haochuan became increasingly astonished.
Though both were slightly injured, Jiang Haochuan found himself forcing Su Youwei to retreat with his swordsmanship. If she continued retreating like this, she would eventually fall off the arena.
No, this can’t happen!
Jiang Haochuan pressed on, barely noticing how much physical strength he had already consumed. His breathing grew heavy as he finally reached the center of the arena.
“Younger Martial Sister, I didn’t expect you to be this strong. You even blocked my ‘Deadly Thirteen Stabs.’ It seems that if I want to win, I have to use my unique skill!”
He spoke with a tone of seriousness, sweat dripping from his brow. His determination left Su Youwei momentarily stunned.
How strange. Those stabs seemed like ordinary moves. Was I just unable to perceive the true skill behind them?
Su Youwei brushed the thought aside. “Let’s decide the outcome with one move!” she declared boldly.
She moved cautiously around Jiang Haochuan, waiting for the right moment to strike.
Meanwhile, Jiang Haochuan was on edge, unsure of her next move. With no other options, he resorted to small spells to contain her actions, biding his time for her final blow.
Finally, after a flurry of dazzling spells, Jiang Haochuan ran his palm along the blade of his sword.
In an instant, orange-red light surged from the blade, enveloping the arena in a radiant glow that made it difficult for the onlookers to see clearly.
This is it!
Without hesitation, Su Youwei charged into the center of the orange-red light like a hot-blooded heroine.
“Hiss—”
The onlookers held their breath, eager to see what would happen next.
“Please, Martial Brother Jiang!” some Yunluo Peak disciples murmured in prayer.
As Su Youwei closed the gap, she swung her sword decisively, cutting with precision. She only used 70% of her usual strength, confident that her strike would disarm Jiang Haochuan without causing serious harm.
Su Youwei smiled, satisfied with her calculated move.
Jiang Haochuan, however, also smiled. He had been waiting for this moment.
His sword, though seemingly ordinary, was actually designed to be brittle when heated. As the two blades collided, the crack in his sword rapidly spread.
To Su Youwei’s shock, her sword sliced cleanly through his weapon, continuing its trajectory straight toward his chest.
Jiang Haochuan froze, stunned by the sudden turn of events. He didn’t even try to dodge.
Oh no!
Su Youwei panicked. If this continued, she would win outright.
But that wasn’t part of her plan. If she defeated Jiang Haochuan, Elder Martial Sister Bai Lian would surely make her take a break to “rest.” Worse, having just defeated a cultivator at the middle stage of the Foundation Establishment Stage, how could she convincingly lose to anyone else afterward?
No way!
In her desperation, Su Youwei came up with an idea.
She redirected her strike, grazing Jiang Haochuan’s shoulder instead. Then, feigning weakness, her legs buckled, and she lost control of her sword.
“?”
Jiang Haochuan stared, dumbfounded, as Su Youwei collapsed. The arena erupted with startled cries.
Not wanting the match to look suspicious, Jiang Haochuan instinctively threw a punch.
Bang!
Su Youwei went flying backward, rolling several times before coming to a stop at the edge of the arena.
“I… won?”
Jiang Haochuan looked at his fist in disbelief, his expression dazed.
Beside the arena, Bai Lian and Xiao Jinse rushed to Su Youwei’s side.
The outcome had changed too quickly. Just moments ago, Su Youwei had the upper hand, and now, she was suddenly defeated.
“What’s going on?” Xiao Jinse asked, her voice tinged with worry.
Su Youwei struggled to lift her head, her voice trembling as she sobbed, “It’s… it’s my internal demon. Elder Martial Sister, I’m sorry. I’ve failed to live up to your expectations!”
With that, she closed her eyes, pretending to faint.
Bai Lian immediately believed her, pulling Su Youwei into a comforting embrace.
“No, it’s not your fault. You’ve done well,” she said gently.
Damn it. Bai Lian cursed inwardly. She had thought Su Youwei had overcome her internal demon, but it seemed she had been mistaken.
If this had happened in a life-and-death battle, she could’ve been killed!
Resolving to find a way to help her third Martial Sister overcome this obstacle, Bai Lian carried Su Youwei off the arena.
After a long pause, Tong Yao finally announced, “Winner: Jiang Haochuan!”
Standing in the arena, Jiang Haochuan felt utterly lost.
Victory?
How could he have won when he had tampered with his sword?
As the crowd erupted in cheers, showering him with compliments, Jiang Haochuan could only clutch his broken sword and sulk.
“Brother Haochuan, great fight!”
“Brother Haochuan, you were amazing!”
Get out! Do you even know how miserable I feel right now?
Jiang Haochuan wanted to cry but held back his tears. If Bai Lian were to hold a grudge against him for this…
Meanwhile, Su Youwei, still feigning unconsciousness, cracked one eye open to glance at him.
Though things hadn’t gone entirely according to plan, she had managed to turn the situation in her favor. Her excuse about the internal demon had worked perfectly.
Fortunately, I’m better at acting.
Zhu Xian
Su Youwei deserves the Oscar trophy!