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To everyone's astonishment, Chu Yang approached Guo Zhenyue, whose body was contorted as if he had suffered a stroke, and patted his distorted old face.

"Hey! You're not dead, are you?"

He was relieved when he saw Guo Zhenyue, whose mouth and eyes were crooked, screaming at him.

"It's good that he's not dead! Otherwise, it would have been another waste."

Looking into the corner, Xiao Zhantian had plucked out several hairs from his beard, and he was grinning from ear to ear.

"See! I told you my grandson-in-law is a lucky man, right? Go check on Xiao Yang in a bit, see how badly he's hurt."

With Hua Chengguang around, he wasn't worried about Chu Yang's injuries at all.

At that moment, Hua Chengguang rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"That little brat is such a good actor. What injury did he suffer? He's got plenty of energy and his meridians are clear. His acting skills are worthy of an Oscar."

Xiao Zhantian was stunned upon hearing this. "What did you say? He wasn't injured? It doesn't look like it to me! His face was deathly pale just now, and he even coughed up such a large mouthful of blood. How could he be faking it?"

Hua Chengguang's lips twitched. "I don't know how he did it, but that mouthful of blood wasn't from an injury at all. It must have come from his breathing exercises. And he seemed to be able to respond to any call at any time, controlling his movements with ease."

Xiao Zhantian: "..."

"Hahaha, as expected of my grandson-in-law! Awesome!"

At this point, Guo Zhenyue had already been carried away.

After Qian Shunkai, Liu Zonglin, and Li Xuance huddled together and discussed for a while, Qian Shunkai announced loudly:

"First game, defending title, 9527 wins, one point!"

The rest of the crowd was still in a daze, completely bewildered and unresponsive. Only in the corner of the stands, two old men in black robes and hoods were waving their fists and cheering.

Qian Shunkai gestured for him to speak, "Now I'm announcing a new rule. In the upcoming arena tests, 9527 is not allowed to use the 'Qi Needle' he just used."

As soon as he finished speaking, Hua Chengguang was the first to stand up.

"You guys are really going too far! It would be better to just tie his hands and feet and let someone else beat him!"

Some people echoed, "Yes, that's a bit unfair!"

Qian Shunkai seemed to have anticipated everyone's reaction and calmly explained:

"Our review panel highly recognizes the potential that 9527 just demonstrated. Out of consideration for its performance, we temporarily introduced this regulation."

"If such secret techniques are used frequently in front of others, they will lose their 'trump card' effect in the future. This would be an irreparable loss for him."

Upon hearing this, everyone agreed that it made a lot of sense.

Although it's unclear whether Chu Yang's method was a Grandmaster's "secret technique," it was definitely a trump card.

If this tactic is used frequently in front of others, it will indeed lose its original value.

Xiao Zhantian, with his fiery temper, was so angry that he wanted to call his men to level the place.

On the stage, Chu Yang calmly gestured to the two old men to stop, then turned to look at Qian Shunkai.

"Whatever! Let's continue."

Qian Shunkai was also taken aback.

I thought that Chu Yang would ask for a break to recuperate since he was injured.

"Excellent! Truly a formidable young talent! Continue defending your title!"

Chinatsu Watanabe looked at Chu Song: "Do you think Feng Shiniang can kill Chu Yang?"

Chu Song pondered for a moment: "Feng Shiniang's Cloud Palace Sword Technique is unparalleled, especially in recent years. Her swordsmanship has surpassed its former glory, and she has already surpassed Guo Zhenyue in strength. Moreover, Chu Yang is already injured, and the battle just now greatly depleted his stamina. In this battle, Chu Yang is doomed!"

Chinatsu Watanabe, however, did not seem to believe it.

"Chu Yang is cunning; he just won by cleverness. Do you really think...?"

Chu Song waved his hand to interrupt her, "I don't believe he can always escape danger. Luck doesn't favor just one person. Let's watch the show!"

At this moment, a stunningly beautiful figure swept towards the arena like a startled swan.

The fiery red dress did not appear gaudy at all; on the contrary, it made her skin look even whiter and her figure even more alluring and graceful.

The thin, misty veil still partially concealed her captivating face, revealing only a pair of bright, sparkling eyes that seemed to hold a thousand pearls.

She landed gracefully, her toes barely touching the ground without stirring up a speck of dust, her posture as elegant as a celestial being descending to earth.

The red dress spread out like a fiery red lotus blooming in a battlefield of carnage.

A faint, refreshing fragrance instantly filled the air, overpowering the subtle stench of blood in the room.

All eyes were glued to them, and almost everyone held their breath.

It was a powerful combination of extreme beauty and deadly danger.

Even through the veil, her breathtaking silhouette and unique charm were enough to make those present forget to breathe and their hearts stop beating.

Feng Shiniang didn't glance around; her captivating eyes were fixed solely on the blood-stained white figure at the other end of the arena.

Her beauty was fleeting, captivating everyone present.

"So...so beautiful! I support her!"

"Me too... I support her. She'll definitely win!"

"My goodness, if the East Sea had such a fairy-like undercover agent, I would want to apply for a transfer to the Dragon Shadow."

Out of the corner of her eye, Feng Shiniang caught glimpses of the lecherous looks on the men's faces below the stage, but she was already used to it.

Even though she wasn't required to cover her face today, she usually wore a veil over her face.

"I'm a kind-hearted sister, so I'll let you finish your last words before you die!"

Feng Shiniang's tone was icy, yet it gave people a feeling of being bathed in a spring breeze.

Chu Yang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, seemingly forcing himself to stand firm. He stood with his hands behind his back, looking as if he were going to his death.

"If you're going to fight, then fight! Why waste words?"

A cold glint flashed in Feng Shiniang's eyes. Her long sword remained unmoved, but an extremely fierce sword aura suddenly erupted from her body!

"Buzz—!"

A clear, resonant sword cry shook the air, and her fiery red dress fluttered and rustled even without wind.

In an instant, countless visible, almost tangible silver sword energies burst forth from her body!

These sword energies did not scatter randomly; instead, they condensed within three feet of her, spinning, intertwining, and compressing rapidly!

"Hiss... Sword energy materializing?" On the judges' panel, Li Xuance gasped sharply and exclaimed in surprise.

Qian Shunkai and Liu Zonglin's pupils shrank as they stared intently at Feng Shiniang—the countless sword energies, under her exquisite control, instantly condensed into a huge, slowly rotating silver lotus flower made of pure sword energy!

At the heart of the lotus, a single, dazzling, cold light shone, containing a terrifying power capable of piercing through metal and stone.

The chilling, sharp, and powerful sword intent swept through the entire training hall like an invisible tsunami!

Centered on Feng Shiniang, the arena floor cracked inch by inch, with fine sword marks spreading out like a spider web, emitting a "crackling" sound as it succumbed to the weight.

The temperature in the air suddenly dropped, as if even your breath would freeze into frost!

"Heavens! This...this is sword energy solidified, ready to be unleashed at a moment's notice! I never imagined such a beauty would also be a peak Grandmaster!"

"What terrifying sword intent! I feel like my skin is about to be cut open!"

"9527 was already at his last gasp; he's doomed! Absolutely doomed!"

A gasp of astonishment erupted from the stands. The crowd was stunned by this breathtaking display of skill, their gazes towards the red figure on the stage filled with awe and fear.

Chu Song's lips curled into a cold smile, while Watanabe Chinatsu frowned slightly, as if she had something on her mind.

The suspended silver lotus of sword energy exuded a destructive aura, its heart gleaming with a cold light like the eyes of a venomous snake, already locking onto the swaying, pale-faced Chu Yang.

Feng Shiniang stood beneath the lotus, her green veil fluttering slightly, like a sword immortal holding life and death in her hands, coldly uttering two words: "Prepare to die!"