perfect savior

Chapter 150 The Battle of the Sisters
Ning City Sports Center, at five o'clock in the afternoon, the special admissions examination of Ring Academy has come to an end.

At this time, there were only two arenas left.

The cold light flickered, and the occasional collision caused a series of sparks and harsh sounds.

The "semi-finals" of the two rings at the same time has reached a fever pitch, and the eliminated participants are surrounded below, most of their eyes are focused on the two girls.

Equally beautiful, equally powerful.

Perhaps it was a fateful confrontation. One of them was dressed in black and the other was white. One held a one-handed sword and the other held a two-handed knife. They were all fighting their respective opponents.

"Heh!" In the shadow of the sword, Ling Zhiwei exerted force suddenly, put her shoulder on the opponent's chest, got in again, lifted the sword up, and took the opponent's abdomen sharply.

However, since it was already the semi-finals, her opponent knew very well that the girl in front of her was very good at short-distance dashes, so she had already taken precautions secretly.

"You lost!" The boy shouted loudly, according to the tactic he had planned in advance, he dodged to the side, knelt down on the ground, his hands were like iron tongs, he firmly grasped Ling Zhiwei's ankle, hugged his entire thigh, and dived to hug her fall!

The weight gap of more than [-] kilograms and the male's natural strength advantage exploded at this moment. The girl was crushed and lost her balance, and fell heavily on the ground.

Snapped!
However, Ling Zhiwei's hands were faster.

She clasped her palms inside, discarded the sword, and stretched out her arms fiercely like an eagle, slapping her opponent's ears.

The boy only felt severe pain in both ears, and the world was filled with the sharp buzzing of "嗡——".

"Stop! The victory has been decided!"

The referee quickly separated the two, took the boy's pulse, breathed a sigh of relief, and secretly sighed that no one was killed.

"Ha ha……"

Ling Zhiwei panted heavily, and looked up at the ring next to her.

On the opposite side, the girl in black with a long knife was also looking at her. At this moment, Ling Yanyu was also in a panic, with blood foaming from the corner of her mouth.

"The winner of the first group of the semi-finals, Ling Zhiwei!"

"The winner of the second group of the semi-finals, Ling Yanyu!"

The referee announced the result and said loudly:

"The final winner will be between these two people. Now, please take a break and let professionals do the wound treatment and..."

"Report to the referee!" Ling Yanyu suddenly smashed the long knife on the ground, pressed the handle of the knife like crutches, and said calmly:
"I apply to compete immediately!"

"? Student Ling Yanyu, please follow the competition rules..."

"Report to the referee!" Ling Zhiwei bowed and saluted, smiling:
"I also applied for the finals right away. The rules are dead after all. I want to end early and go home for dinner." She paused, then continued:
"And more importantly, we can't wait to see each other's bloody body."

"Student Ling Zhiwei, please be careful with your words..." The referee coughed dryly and went to ask Chi Feiyang for instructions.

After a long time, the referee came back with a red face and a light walk.

He took several deep breaths before suppressing his excitement, and said loudly:

"Okay, since the final contestants have agreed to fight immediately, then I announce that the final competition has officially begun, and Ling Yanyu is invited to the No. [-] ring..."

Ling Zhiwei picked up her sword, swung it casually, tested how much strength she had left, and raised her head after she knew it, looking at her sister.

"You really shouldn't have proposed an immediate competition, sister." Ling Zhiwei curled her lips:

"Without the guidance of professional warriors, without the use of expensive potions to nourish and polish the body, it is admirable to come here only with talent and bravery, but how much strength do you have left? My 5000-meter score is 15 points [-] seconds oh..."

"It can be seen that you are quite alive and kicking." Ling Yanyu shrugged, still holding the long knife on the ground, slowly adjusting her breathing and accumulating strength.

She knew that she was exhausted to the extreme, and it was a miracle that she got here with her natural fighting talent. Now her eyelids are heavy, and every cell is eager to rest.

But Ling Yanyu persisted with a strong will, she must not rest immediately, she must take advantage of the time when the fighting spirit is at its peak, and make a final desperate blow, this is the only chance to win.

"Why do you have to work so hard? Sister." Ling Zhiwei raised the sword, moved slowly, her eyes were like eagles, staring at her sister's bleeding arm:
"It seems that you don't intend to fulfill your promise to Dad."

"But why is that? Since you moved out, you've stopped being irritable and rebellious, and you've been completely messed up."

"That's a huge sum of money. With that money, you can settle in any city except Haiyunque. Isn't that what you want? Leave us, leave this city."

Ling Yanyu replied softly:
"Because I don't want to give you what I love."

"Haha...give it to me? It's ridiculous!" Ling Zhiwei stopped five meters away from her sister, her feet slowly tightened, like a hard bow ready to go:

"Father's love, family, money, resources... Sister, don't you realize that I have so much more than you?"

"So your mother is a poor loser, and so are you." Ling Zhiwei raised the corner of her mouth, bursting with strength, moving with extremely skilled sword steps, and came to her sister's side in a breath:

"A defeated dog should go to the trash can to find food. What do you look like now? It's really... disgusting."

The strong wind was blowing, and the younger sister in white was like a smiling ghost.

Ling Yanyu retreated violently, the blade slid across the stone surface, splashing jumping sparks.

Ling Yanyu didn't stop backing until she stepped on the guardrail of the ring. She stomped fiercely without any stagnation, and bounced straight back, rushing towards the powerful enemy with a tragic momentum.

At this moment, the leading talent in martial arts broke out completely.

Dressed in black, she was faster than a leopard, rushing towards her sister like a bolt of black lightning.

The saber was raised high and then fell down fiercely. The roar of the saber and sword resounded in the arena. It was hard to believe that the two sides in this duel were so immature and beautiful girls.

The moment Ling Yanyu swung the knife, Ling Yanyu caught sight of the referee's figure ready to go. There was still a red light on the face of this "superhuman transformation" powerhouse.

Ling Yanyu knew that the referee must have seen Xia Jinyan who looked like a god in it, and she still hasn't adjusted it yet.

Sister... I'm really sorry, I can take the initiative to admit defeat and make you a special recruit.

But that Mr. Xia was in the back office, watching our duel.

He will crown the victor.

So, that person can only be me.

A scum-like father, huge property, if you want it, it's all yours.

But the real favorite thing, but never give it to you.

The sword roared, and it was split at the touch.

With a plop, Ling Zhiwei was paralyzed and fell to the ground. She looked at the blood on her abdomen tremblingly, unable to accept the fact that she had failed.

Ling Yanyu turned her head, slowly moved to her sister's side, leaned over and spoke softly, her voice was extremely calm, but with a chill and arrogance that Ling Zhiwei had never heard before:
"My sister, from now on, for the rest of your life, you must always remember one thing."

"You can't take what my sister doesn't give you."

(End of this chapter)