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February 12th, morning, during the third day of the competition.

Shen Wanqiu, Qiao Pingsheng, Hu Xiaotian, Xie Qingshao, and Shen Mi each stood on a fighting platform.

With two large dark circles under her eyes, Shen Shu'an sat in the VIP seat, looking at this person and that person.

Five contestants and five friends—she simply couldn't keep up!

Beside her, Xuan Yi was dressed in white robes today, draped with a fox-fur cloak prepared for him by Uncle Wu. It was unusual for him to be dressed entirely in white. Under the winter sunlight, his face was handsome and radiant.

On her other side, Qian Hengduo was unusually serious today, abandoning his usual playful demeanor. He wore a bamboo-green scholar's robe, his black hair was styled, and he looked handsome.

Only Shen Shu'an, with huge dark circles under her eyes, looked haggard and rubbed her forehead as she stared at the arena in front of her.

Last night, after hearing both good and bad news about Ya Ya, she felt like she had spent ten nights in one night. It was so agonizing!

"Shen Shu'an, you...?"

"Sis, no, are you alright?"

Both sides spoke at the same time, and Shen Shu'an shook his head with difficulty, "Sigh, it's nothing. Look, the war has begun."

As soon as he finished speaking, magical light emanated from all five arenas, four of which were now devising ways to skin the wizarding contestants alive.

"The Formless Technique! Borrowing an image for a purpose!"

"Thousand Claws, brother, I'm covered in fur but have no skin, give me my body!"

"A Gentle Breeze Caresses the Face," for which the goddess Seben specially composed a new piece, "A Gentle Breeze Caresses the Face."

"Forbidden Spell: Substitute Doll!"

Shen Shuan looked at all four platforms and couldn't bear to look directly at her own sister's arena.

On this day's competition, only her elder sister didn't look like someone from the demonic path; she was beautiful and upright!

Only Shen Wanqiu was unable to peel skins. She stood in the air, one hand kneading heavenly fire, the other holding a magic hammer to block the opponent's attack.

Shen Wanqiu's magic hammer could change size at will, and now, as it blocked the way, it was like a wall that covered the sky.

Shen Wanqiu was behind this iron wall, diligently rubbing the ball of fire in her hands.

What did An'er say again? One fire ignites, two fires repel, three fires explode, four fires burst, five fires break, the more the better!

Shen Wanqiu nodded. She had tried it over the past few days, and it was indeed true!

Thinking it over, Shen Wanqiu kept adding more and more ingredients, and the air around her gradually distorted, with a terrifying aura sweeping outwards.

Shen Wanqiu's opponent, New 13: "?"

New Number 13 stood still, looking at the towering wall opposite him, feeling the rising heat, and silently wiped away his sweat.

"No, why don't you just skin me alive?"

The new number 13 trembled, glared angrily, and gritted her teeth. She was the substitute number 13, and as expected, she was not valued!

She walked on thin ice in the wizarding world to get to this point, and in the end she was lucky enough to become number 13. But even as a substitute, she was still ranked second to last among the 14 wizards in the individual competition.

"Oh, are you looking down on me?!"

"I've lived my whole life on thin ice, so very thin ice. And sure enough, I'm just a substitute number 13, ultimately unworthy of being called a star?"

New Number 13 burst into tears, his body suddenly twisting, and in an instant, he transformed into a ten-meter-tall giant.

Her entire body swelled and twisted, her flesh contorted, and she stretched out her hands to brace herself against Shen Wanqiu's magic hammer, crying out, "Flesh and Blood... Power of the Demon God!"

Since the opponent wants to kill her in one move, she has to use her ultimate skill!

Shen Wanqiu: "!!!"

Shen Wanqiu's expression changed drastically. She felt a terrifying force coming from her right hand holding the hammer, which immediately forced her to take two steps back in mid-air.

But... it's only two steps.

Shen Wanqiu: "?"

Shen Wanqiu looked at her right hand with surprise and doubt, then at her Heaven-Covering Hammer, which seemed to be just average.

Why are they crying over there? What kind of power do they have? It doesn't seem that great. It's not as good as the Wan Jun Ding from the Forging Hall.

Shen Wanqiu was taken aback, then tried to push forward with one hand, took two steps forward, and returned to the center of the arena.

The new number 13 on the opposite side: "?"

New Number 13 was also taken aback, only to feel double the force coming from her, forcing her to take two steps back.

The entire Yuanhe Realm, encompassing all three realms, was filled with a question mark: "?"

The wizarding world: "?"

Shen Shu'an: "?"

Shen Shu'an's eyes widened: "Sister, you're so strong?"

Isn't my sister a weapon cultivator, with secondary cultivation in array formation and alchemy? At most, she also has some involvement in swordsmanship.

Upon hearing this, Wang Tieniu, who was not far away, chuckled sheepishly and scratched his head, saying, "How can we forge weapons without some strength?"

"That's right, these tools all weigh tens of thousands of pounds! The piece of black armor that An'er sent earlier weighed more than a hundred thousand pounds!"

Wang Jinmai nodded in agreement, looking in Shen Shuan's direction.

Shen Shu'an's ears twitched. She stared in disbelief at the two still wrestling on the stage, muttering to herself, "What? 100,000 jin? Sister is a body cultivator?"

Xuan Yi, standing to the side: "..."

Qian Hengduo: "!!!"

"Sister Wanqiu, go for it! Bet your strength, bet your dignity as a weapon cultivator!"

Qian Hengduo was terrified as he watched the new No. 13 figure on the stage grow five meters taller, and he clutched his chest in worry.

Last night, he bet everything on Sister Wanqiu in the betting odds set by Brother Cai. Sister Wanqiu, you must win!

On the stage.

Shen Wanqiu's expression was subtle. She supported herself with one hand on the magic hammer and held the fire pill in the other, her eyes slightly narrowed.

Wait a minute, this new number 13 doesn't seem that great?

Thinking this, Shen Wanqiu paused in his rubbing motion, veins bulging on his right hand. He raised his "Heaven-Shattering Hammer," strained his waist, and swung it violently—

"boom!!!!"

The ring was dented and sunken by half a meter, with spiderweb-like cracks extending straight to the edge of the ring, and the new No. 13 collapsed to the ground.

"Well!!"

Looking at Shen Wanqiu, who was as small as an ant, Xin 13 raised his hand to cover his broken right foot.

"Ahhhhh!"

Tears streamed down her face as she looked up at the sky, pointing her finger at Shen Wanqiu: "Sixth Rank • Divine Demon Finger!"

As soon as he finished speaking, blood mist filled the air, and intricate array patterns unfolded layer by layer, revealing the Divine Demon Finger that had appeared once before in the team competition.

Knowing the terrifying power of that move, Shen Wanqiu acted decisively, throwing out the fireball she had prepared in her left hand and shouting, "Heavenly Fire!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Shen Wanqiu's innate Heavenly Flame surged, rapidly expanding in the air.

"BOOM—!!"

The fireball collided with the spreading magic runes, and a mushroom cloud rose up, enveloping the entire arena.

"hiss!!!"

The entire audience gasped, staring in shock at Shen Wanqiu on the stage.

Shen Shu'an gasped twice, searching for her sister's figure in the hazy smoke.

She swallowed hard. What? Her sister actually conjured a "heaven-reaching bullet"? But she wondered how powerful it was.

Shen Wanqiu made a Qingfeng incantation in the smoke, leaped back and retrieved the magic hammer he had just thrown, and swung it high into the air with great force once more.

"Nine Forgings Return to Truth - Seventh Forging!"

With a clear shout, the smoke dissipated, revealing that the entire right arm of New Number 13 had disappeared, leaving only a huge, bloody wound.

At that moment, the granulation tissue at the site of the severed wound on her right arm was twisting and growing, and in an instant, a new arm more than half a meter long grew.

She looked down at Shen Wanqiu from the height of a 15-meter giant, raised her left hand and shouted: "Flesh and Blood Devour!"

In an instant, the demonic patterns covering her entire body flickered with a ghostly light, and a ferocious maw appeared in the void, its fangs menacing, as it lunged at Shen Wanqiu.

Shen Wanqiu gripped the golden hammer in her hand, heavenly fire floating before her. Despite the vast difference in size between her and number 13, she still struck the hammer with astonishment—

"Seventh Forging, Spirit Tempering!"