After being jilted by the saintess at the beginning, why is she crying?

He used seventy percent of his strength in this punch, enough to send an ordinary Qi Refining Level 9 cultivator flying backward, coughing up blood!

however--

Zhao Yun'er lightly touched the ground with her feet, and her whole body floated back like a feather. Wang Mang's fierce punch actually grazed the corner of his clothes and missed!

"Um?"

Wang Mang frowned, surprised that this kid reacted so quickly.

He snorted coldly, changed his footing, and closed in again, throwing out both fists at once, creating a barrage of punches that descended like a storm!

The audience watched intently.

Wang Mang truly lived up to his reputation!

This set of fist techniques is incredibly powerful, and ordinary cultivators simply cannot withstand it!

however--

Zhao Yun'er's figure was like a willow catkin in the wind, swaying left and right, barely dodging Wang Mang's attacks each time. The dense fist shadows couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes!

"How is this possible?!"

Wang Mang was startled and felt somewhat embarrassed.

As a veteran disciple, how could he not even touch the hem of a newly initiated junior brother? If word got out, where would Wang Mang put his face?

"Kid, all you can do is hide?!"

He roared and his attack became even more ferocious.

Zhao Yun'er did not answer, but just stared at him coldly.

next moment--

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him, and an exquisite folding fan appeared out of thin air.

The fan surface is as white as snow, the fan ribs are as warm and smooth as jade, and there is a faint light flowing around the edges, clearly indicating that it is not an ordinary item.

Zhao Yun'er grasped the folding fan and gently waved it—

"call out--!"

Three cyan wind blades shot out from the fan, moving with lightning speed, aiming straight for Wang Mang's vitals!

"A trivial skill!"

Wang Mang sneered, his spiritual energy surging around him, condensing into a protective aura in front of him.

What kind of offensive power could a newly initiated disciple possess?

These three wind blades probably couldn't even break through his protective spiritual energy!

He didn't even bother to dodge, and just crashed into it!

however--

"laugh--!"

A piercing tearing sound rang out!

Those three seemingly ordinary wind blades tore through Wang Mang's protective aura as easily as a hot knife through butter!

"What?!"

Wang Mang's pupils contracted sharply; it was too late for him to dodge!

"puff--!"

Blood splattered everywhere!

Three bloody gashes simultaneously erupted from his waist, shoulder, and thigh!

"ah--!"

Wang Mang screamed and staggered back several steps. He looked down at the three shocking wounds on his body, his face full of disbelief!

What kind of monster is this?!

How could a newly initiated disciple possess such terrifying attack power?!

The audience erupted in uproar!

"Holy crap?! Senior Brother Wang Mang is injured?!"

"How is this possible! That kid's just started learning!!"

"What the hell are those three wind blades? How can they be so powerful?!"

The female cultivators' eyes lit up, and their gazes toward Zhao Yun'er were so intense they practically wanted to devour him.

"What an amazing junior brother!"

"Waaaaah, so handsome and strong, I love him so much!"

"Junior brother, come into your sister's arms, sister will protect you!"

Zhao Yun'er ignored the commotion below the stage, only coldly watching Wang Mang, gently waving her folding fan, her demeanor composed.

That aloof and elegant demeanor, paired with that exquisitely beautiful face, made it impossible to look away.

Looking at the wounds on his body and then at the indifferent expression of the young man opposite him, Wang Mang felt a surge of anger in his heart!

"Go to hell!"

He roared, and his aura suddenly surged!

Behind him, a gigantic phantom slowly emerged—

It was a magnificent steed, entirely bluish-black in color, its four hooves pounding the fire, its head raised and neighing loudly to the sky!

"It's a phantom image of Qingjun!"

"Senior Brother Wang Mang is about to use his full strength!"

"I heard that Senior Brother Wang Mang has mastered the 'Azure Steed Skill' to the highest level, and his punch can deliver the force of two horses! Even a cultivator at the Great Perfection of Qi Refining wouldn't be able to withstand a single punch from him!"

A senior disciple exclaimed in surprise from below the stage.

Wang Mang's face was ferocious, his muscles bulged, and his veins stood out. He seemed to be one with the phantom behind him!

"Kid, it's an honor to die from this move of mine!"

He roared and threw a punch!

The wind howled with each punch, and the faint sound of a horse neighing could be heard in the air!

The enormous fist shadow, carrying a world-destroying force, smashed straight towards Zhao Yun'er!

This punch is enough to blast a boulder into dust!

however--

Zhao Yun'er's expression remained unchanged. With a light step, she floated up like a gentle breeze!

His body was incredibly light, as if he had no weight.

With a slight turn in the air, he effortlessly dodged the thunderous strike!

next moment--

He appeared behind Wang Mang!

Wave the folding fan again!

Three more wind blades!

"Puff puff puff—!"

Blood splattered again!

Three more deep, bone-revealing wounds appeared on Wang Mang's back!

"ah--!"

Wang Mang screamed repeatedly, frantically turning around to try and retaliate.

But Zhao Yun'er's figure drifted away again, wandering around him like a ghost.

One wind blade after another!

Each wound left a new scar on Wang Mang's body!

Blood splattered everywhere, staining the entire arena red!

The audience was stunned.

What kind of playing style is this?

The boy's movements were simply bizarre to the extreme!

Wang Mang tried his best, but he couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes and could only passively take the beating!

While each of those wind blades wasn't particularly deadly, their sheer number made up for it!

After dozens of wind blades struck, Wang Mang's body was completely mangled!

His entire body was covered in blood, and he was in a sorry state. Where was the majesty of a veteran powerhouse?

"I surrender!"

Wang Mang finally couldn't hold on any longer and shouted hoarsely.

He knew in his heart that if the fight continued like this, he would surely die on this stage!

I can't touch it, and I can't dodge it. I'm being kited. Although each attack isn't fatal, I can't withstand this kind of exhaustion!

As soon as she finished speaking, Zhao Yun'er stopped.

He stood still, gently waving his folding fan, his breathing as steady as ever, as if the fierce battle just now was nothing more than a leisurely stroll.

The audience was deathly silent.

immediately--

"boom--!"

A deafening scream erupted!

"They won?! The new disciple actually won?!"

"Holy crap! Zhao Yun'er beat Senior Brother Wang Mang?!"

"What kind of monstrous talent is this! He's only just started learning and he can defeat a veteran disciple at the eleventh level of Qi Refining?!"

The female cultivators went even crazier.

"Junior Brother Zhao! Junior Brother Zhao! Junior Brother Zhao!"

"Waaaaah, so cool! So amazing! I want to have your babies!"

"Junior Brother Zhao, do you need a cultivation partner? I can teach you so many things~"

Pairs of eyes stared at the boy on the stage like hungry wolves, wishing they could pounce on him and devour him right now.

Lin Fengmian applauded from the audience.

This Zhao Yun is indeed quite capable.

Her movements were light and agile, elusive and unpredictable, quite... how should I put it...

Lin Fengmian stroked his chin.

This tactic doesn't resemble a man's fighting style; it's more like a woman's embroidery needle—delicate, ingenious, and methodical, yet sharp and unyielding.

Moreover, the boy's figure... always gave people an inexplicable sense of incongruity.