How to capture the evil villain? I choose to be his mother!

Chapter 537 The Useless Female Supporting Character's Sword Master Mother (40 pages)
The second round of the finals was another decisive match.

That means out of fifty people, only twenty-five can advance to the next round.

The competition hasn't officially started yet, but the first-year students have already won a game and become one of the twenty-five.

The speed was beyond anyone's imagination.

But upon further reflection, I realized that if I were in that situation, I would most likely make the same choice.

This first-year junior high student is clearly indifferent to human life and kills without blinking an eye.

However, their strength is excessively powerful, which terrifies countless people.

Nobody wants to risk their life at this time!
So, Chu Yi returned to the spectator seats early.

Zhu Wen watched this scene from the high platform and found it somewhat amusing.

"Looks like I can go home early today."

She had no interest in watching the rest of the games.

However, it's still advisable to consult Mingmiao before leaving.

Mingmiao was staring blankly in a certain direction when she suddenly heard Zhu Wen's words. She nodded after a beat of hesitation.

"Huh? Oh... okay, sure."

Mingmiao nodded blankly, clearly out of sorts.

Zhu Wen followed her gaze and spotted Lu Zhuangzhuang among the remaining contestants.

Huh? Lu Zhuangzhuang actually participated in the Heavenly Pride Tournament?
Indeed, with her talent and ability, she was more than capable of reaching this point.

Zhu Wen was a little surprised. Lu Zhuangzhuang seemed quite capable, but she was so low-key that she didn't even make it to the finals on the first day. Was it because she wasn't good enough, or was she not focused on it?
Zhu Wen was too lazy to think about it deeply, since this Lu Zhuangzhuang had nothing to do with her anyway.

She asked Mingmiao for her opinion and learned that she also wanted to go back early, so she and Mingmiao prepared to get up and leave.

suddenly.

Jing Lingchun, who was sitting cross-legged next to him, opened his eyes.

He originally only sent a projection over from one direction; he didn't attend in person.

As for his true form, he should be cultivating in the secret realm of Reflection Peak.

Even now, his somewhat blurry, misty shadow has solidified and he has opened his eyes.

"We have a guest."

Zhu Wen stopped, as if thinking of something.

A streak of bright sword light flashed across the sky, and in an instant, the world changed color.

The transition from light to darkness happens in the blink of an eye.

Zhu Wen felt a strong gust of wind coming towards him.

The intensity was so great that it almost pierced the skin on her forehead.

In the darkness, she saw the first-year students below the stage stand up abruptly.

That lazy expression was gone, replaced by indifference, murderous intent, and ferocity.

Zhu Wen knew that Chu Yi wanted to make a move, so he made a gesture to him.

Then, she raised her hand and held up two fingers.

clang!
A long, lingering sound.

She held a sharp longsword between her fingers.

The sword's edge was only a palm's distance from her brow.

The spiritual energy between heaven and earth calmed down, and brightness returned to this land.

The panicked people, unaware of what had happened, glanced at the stands ahead and noticed a tall, slender shadow that had appeared there sometime earlier.

He was a handsome and upright young man with long, sword-like eyebrows and eyes like cold stars. His aura was chilling, blending seamlessly with the long sword in his hand.

He looked simple and unassuming, but everyone present recognized him.

"It's the Sword Pavilion Master! My God!"

Someone revealed his identity.

Indeed, the person who suddenly appeared was none other than Xuan Qing, the master of the Eastern Continent Sword Pavilion.

Moreover, he is currently pointing his longsword at Zhu Wen, and the atmosphere around them is tense.

After a brief moment of surprise, the onlookers quickly became anxious and uneasy.

Just like how mortals fear that the struggles of cultivators will affect them.

These so-called cultivators are not much different from mortals in front of a peak Mahayana stage expert.

These supreme beings could kill me with a flick of their fingers, and if the aftershocks of their fight swept over us, no one present would survive.

Just look at the way the sun and moon changed color just now, and you'll know that if these two were to fight, countless ordinary cultivators would suffer as a result!
Countless pleading eyes turned to Jing Lingchun. He received this plea for help, feeling somewhat helpless:
"You two..."

Before the words were even finished, a few more snowflakes fell from the sky.

I thought this person wasn't coming, but I didn't expect them to join in the fun so quickly.

Jing Lingchun sighed softly.

In the blink of an eye.

Another figure appeared in the stands.

It is Yuan Han.

He stared with those clear, icy eyes, adopting a look of detached amusement:
"Want to fight?"

Zhu Wen turned her head with a smile:

"You want to see us fight?"

Yuan Han thought for a moment and nodded honestly:

"Hmm, I'd love to. This is a good opportunity to test your depth."

It couldn't be more blunt.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Wen was not annoyed, but instead raised an eyebrow and looked at the Sword Pavilion Master.

The opponent immediately understood and sheathed his sword, giving Yuan Han no chance to take advantage of the situation.

Yuan Han was somewhat disappointed:

“Xuanqing, you sword fanatic actually know these things.”

Xuan Qing glanced at him indifferently:

"I'm a sword fanatic, not an idiot."

If you want to test Zhu Wen's abilities, do it yourself; don't use him as a weapon.

Seeing that the two were unlikely to fight, Yuan Han clicked his tongue:

"boring."

Little did they know, everyone else who overheard the conversation breathed a sigh of relief.

As the atmosphere shifted from tense to relaxed, Zhu Wen, seemingly oblivious, immediately asked:
"You're the Sword Pavilion Master, right? Are you here to settle scores with me?"

Xuan Qing looked at her expressionlessly:
"You seem very self-aware."

Wishing you a smile:

“I am willing to take responsibility. After all, it was my men who killed your Sword Pavilion disciple.”

She remained calm and composed, and immediately revealed Tianyi's death.

Those who had just breathed a sigh of relief immediately felt their hearts leap into their throats.

Fearing that Xuan Qing might suddenly erupt in anger, his aura, which had just calmed down, instantly turned icy cold again.

They watched every move ahead intently, their hearts filled with unease.

In contrast, Zhu Wen and Xuan Qing, the parties involved, remained extremely calm.

Xuan Qing's face remained cold... seemingly no different from his cold expression just now.

He didn't have much of an emotional change to begin with.

Now, the questioning of Zhu Wen is also:

"My Sword Pavilion disciples did indeed die at the hands of your people?"

"Yeah, that's right."

Zhu Wen nodded, a smile playing on his lips.

Anyone who didn't know better would think she had done something good.

However, Zhu Wen didn't forget to kindly remind him,

"Sect Master, why don't you take a look at the rules of the Heavenly Pride Tournament? 'Life and death are one's own responsibility' is written in there. Even if my men kill him, it can't be said that they violated the rules. At most, it's just that they were a bit too ruthless. If you want to take revenge for him, I can understand. It's not good to lose face for an unknown nobody like that."

Zhu Wen's words seemed to be meant to comfort Xuan Qing.

But if you listen carefully to the content, each sentence is more infuriating than the last.

The people in the audience had only one thought in their minds—

Ruined.

That's where I'm going to end things today.

At this moment, Xuan Qing raised his eyes:
What you said... makes a lot of sense.

He actually agreed!