Time Travel: I'm a Flower Thief

The tiger-like beast clasped its hands together and covered its eyes with the other, saying, "I'll stop fighting. This humble monk concedes!"

Lin Zhuoying stood there, stunned, her face full of astonishment: "Why? You clearly didn't lose!"

"I can't fight anymore, there's no reason why! You're in this state, female benefactor, I can't possibly fight you!"

Lin Zhuoying subconsciously lowered her head, her pretty face instantly turning bright red—

Just now, with all his might, the clothes on his shoulders, back, and sides were torn in several places by the bulging muscles.

Exposing large areas of fair skin, contrasting with firm lines, creates a unique tension that combines strength and softness.

She hurriedly turned to the side to cover herself, feeling both embarrassed and angry: "You..."

Tiger Rhino, however, continued to shake his head and say, "This humble monk wasn't particularly interested in that dragon essence to begin with. Master said..."

"Monks should abstain from lust and anger. If one lays hands on a female benefactor whose clothes are disheveled, one has broken the pure precepts, and this humble monk may fall into the evil realms!"

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the west brocade platform without looking back.

The crowd was stunned for a moment, then burst into deafening laughter.

"Hahaha! Mingjian Manor's winning method is amazing! They didn't rely on fists and feet, but on their agility. This is a great win!"

"Hmm! This isn't a martial arts contest; it's clearly Miss Lin's 'Springtime Reveal' move that completely terrified the little monk!"

"Scare me a little too, I want to be scared like that!"

"Shh! Are you looking for death? Are you trying to make a fool of yourself again, huh?"

At this moment, Chuan Wujie, having received instructions from Situ Rui, suppressed his laughter and leaped onto the stage.

"Please quiet down, everyone! Since Master Hu Si has voluntarily conceded defeat, the winner of this match is—Lin Zhuoying of Mingjian Villa!"

After saying that, he turned his gaze to Xie Xiaoyi on the west side of the brocade platform.

"Young Master Xie has rested for two matches and is fully rested and ready for your second battle!"

Immediately, Chuan Wujie turned to the other side and called out loudly, "Young Master Luo Yidao, please!"

Lin Zhuoying's pretty face turned red. Just as she awkwardly retreated to the edge of the brocade platform, a white coat with a faint, refreshing bamboo scent was gently draped over her shoulders.

Looking up, she met Yan Li's smiling eyes.

"Young Master, I don't need it!"

Yan Li reached out and adjusted her collar, his voice soft and gentle:

"Why are you being so stubborn? Aren't you afraid of catching a cold? Go put on some clothes and change."

Lin Zhuoying lowered her head, her ears turning bright red with embarrassment: "Young Master..."

This scene evoked mixed emotions in some martial arts practitioners.

"My God! Is this still the same cold and beautiful double maces that could shatter bluestone bricks with a single punch?"

"Look at her, look at her! She's blushing so much in front of the young master, just like a young girl meeting her lover!"

The laughter and chatter were still deafening as Xie Xiaoyi prepared to take the stage.

Lu Fang reached out and patted his shoulder, saying lazily:

"Be careful of Luo Yidao's style; his swordsmanship is never mixed up, he specializes in defeating the enemy with a single strike."

There's not a single fancy trick to it; it's far more powerful than the previous Xiao Lingyun.

"A donkey's knife?" Xie Xiaoyi grinned. "There are things called donkeys?"

Lu Fang shook his head helplessly: "It's Luo Yidao, not Donkey Yidao!"

Xie Xiaoyi smirked, "It sounds like 'Leyu' (乐鱼), you donkey!"

Lu Fang frowned, and after thinking for a while, he suddenly realized:

"Happy Fish? Donkey? Haha, that's a novel way to call them."

Xie Xiaoyi raised his chin, turned around, and swaggered towards the training ground.

"Hey! Shemo—"

It was Xue Xiaoqi's voice.

Xie Xiaoyi didn't turn around.

"what?"

"come on!"

"That's all, no other advice?"

"Don't die!"

"Thanks!"

Xie Xiaoyi rolled her eyes at her with her back turned, then lightly touched the ground with her toes and landed steadily in the center of the field.

Almost simultaneously, Luo Yidao appeared, facing Xie Xiaoyi from a distance.

Xie Xiaoyi's gaze swept over "Donkey One-Cut," who stood opposite him with his sword, and he secretly pondered the aura flowing around the other man—

His movements were composed yet lacked sharpness, subtly revealing the sluggishness of a seventh-rank martial artist, even though he was a rank higher than himself.

Today is the perfect day to hone my swordsmanship and see just how far my sword intent can go.

At this moment, Luo Yidao clasped his hands in a respectful gesture, holding his sword.

"Brother Xie? You just defeated my senior brother, but he did let you win a sword strike. From now on, let's rely on our own abilities. Swords have no eyes, so please don't be offended!"

With that, Luo Yidao flicked his wrist, and the long sword hummed as it was drawn from its sheath.

A murmur of discussion arose below the training ground.

"A disciple of the Kunlun Heavenly Sword Sect actually wields a sword! This is truly unprecedented!"

"You probably don't know, but back then, Luo Yidao was accepted into the Heavenly Sword Sect's ranks because his swordsmanship was so exceptional!"

"Really? That's strong. It seems Luo Yidao is bound to win."

"Tch, I, Zhao Wei, am convinced that Xie Mo will win."

"Zhao Wei, you're already putting up a fight. Want to make a bet?"

"You 'Rainy Fist' Liu Jiaxing, what do you want to bet on?"

"The loser, Che Lao Er—dare you?"

......

Luo Yidao listened to the praise from the audience, a faint hint of disdain appearing on his lips, then looked up at Xie Xiaoyi:

"Brother Xie, let's begin. I want to finish this quickly so as not to delay the rest of the competition."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone could tell that they were not just polite words, but clearly showed that Xie Xiaoyi was not taken seriously.

Xie Xiaoyi raised an eyebrow upon hearing this: "Very good, that's what I think too."

As he finished speaking, he gripped the hilt of his sword behind his back with his five fingers, and Guan Canghai was drawn from its sheath with a whooshing sound, its cold light cutting through the wind.

"Sword One, Gale!" A single sword strike, aimed directly at Luo Yidao's vital heart.

Luo Yidao neither dodged nor evaded, but raised his sword and lowered his waist, using his most proficient full-force strike to meet the instantaneous killing sword head-on.

Clang——

A metallic clang rang out.

Xie Xiaoyi felt a powerful and fierce force surge through the sword, and his arm went numb from the shock.

He stumbled back seven or eight steps before finally regaining his balance.

Luo Yidao remained motionless, his long sword pointing diagonally at the ground. He pushed off with his foot and, taking advantage of Xie Xiaoyi's unsteady footing, struck with his sword.

"Wind-Breaking Slash!"

The attack was fierce, and Xie Xiaoyi wanted to retreat, but if he retreated now, he would lose in terms of mentality.

Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth, forcibly suppressing the numbness in his right arm, and twisted his wrist:

"Sword Two, Break Wood!"

Clang——

The sound of metal clashing was even louder than before. Xie Xiaoyi felt a tightness in his chest, and his feet left two marks on the ground.

But this time, he only took three or four steps back.

"My turn, Jian San, Armor Break!"

Seeing that he was advancing instead of retreating, Luo Yidao's eyes flashed with surprise, and then he sneered.

With a backhand flick of the longsword, another wind-breaking slash was unleashed.

Clang——

This time, Xie Xiaoyi seemed to have his feet firmly planted on the ground. He didn't retreat, but his upper body swayed slightly, and he stood steadily in place.

Luo Yidao's arm felt slightly numb, and his gaze towards Xie Xiaoyi finally held a hint of seriousness.

Situ Rui nodded secretly.

Xie Mobi is now significantly stronger than when he fought Su Mubai with swords.

During the first sword fight, he was knocked back seven or eight steps by Luo Yidao.

Jian Er only retreated three or four steps.

In JX3, one can withstand Luo Yidao's Wind-Breaking One-Slash.

I wonder what will happen with Sword 4 next?

No wonder Master Xie Daoyun said this year's "Sword Challenge of the World" would be incredibly interesting, and it's true!

In the distant attic, Xie Daoyun, the master strategist, paused in mid-air while playing chess, muttering to himself:

"Old Sword Maniac's 'Eight Sword Styles' are indeed formidable; each strike is twice as powerful. It seems the next move will decide the victor."