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"Semi-final, Match 1 – Gu Yuanchao vs. Jin Muyang!"

Upon hearing the referee's voice, Gu Yuanchao sighed, unusually put away his potato chips, and then picked up his sword and went onto the stage.

It was a silver soft sword, its blade as slender and flexible as a snake. It was usually wrapped around the waist, but now, with a shake, the tip of the sword hummed and trembled, gleaming coldly.

On the other side, Jin Muyang stood unarmed, calm and composed.

"The match begins!"

As Secretary Kim finished speaking.

"Whoosh!"

Gu Yuanchao's figure suddenly blurred!

Activating his wind-elemental technique, he transformed into a wisp of green smoke, rapidly circling around Jin Muyang, his afterimages overlapping, making it impossible for the spectators in the stands to distinguish which was his true form.

The silver soft sword would occasionally emerge from the afterimages, its angles extremely tricky, specifically targeting the gaps in the eye sockets, throat, and back of the heart.

Jin Muyang neither chased, nor rushed, nor panicked.

He planted his feet firmly in the center of the arena, and the "Blazing Fiery Force" roared into action.

A layer of fiery true energy seeped out from his body, condensing and not dissipating, covering his entire body.

True Qi Transforms into Armor!

"Jingle bells!"

"Crackling and popping!"

The soft sword slashed at the flame armor, sparks flying, but leaving only fleeting white marks.

"It's useless, gold ingot."

Jin Muyang grinned. "Do you think I don't know what you're up to? Trying to drain my inner energy?"

"After three years of being classmates, I know what you're up to the moment you stick your butt out."

Immediately afterwards, he simply stood there with his arms crossed, not even moving his feet.

Come on, you run your way, I'll stand my ground.

The arena is only so big; no matter how unpredictable a wind-based movement technique is, it can't fly out of this small area.

Half an hour later.

Gu Yuanchao stopped, leaning on his soft sword, his chest heaving violently, sweat pouring down his face.

Opposite him, Jin Muyang's flame armor remained as bright as ever.

"Hold!"

"You're such a coward!"

Gu Yuanchao gave a wry smile and sheathed his sword.

"I surrender."

His skill level was already a step below, his fighting style was countered, and he was inherently unsuitable for arena battles.

His battlefields were in the mountains and forests, in the wilderness, and in any place where people could hide.

Not to mention, all the sword techniques he practiced were killing moves.

If we really push it to its full potential, one wrong move and we might end up taking the other person's head off.

Jin Muyang withdrew his true energy, walked over and punched him: "I'll beat you up to your heart's content later."

"It's a deal."

……

"Jin Muyang is awesome!!"

"He's made it to the finals! He's definitely going to win the tournament!"

The entire stadium erupted in cheers.

Below the stage, Jiang Feng watched Gu Yuanchao's retreating figure as he carried his soft sword off the stage, and said calmly, "Gu Yuanchao's future potential will probably far surpass Jin Muyang's."

Standing beside him, Song Haoze paused slightly, then asked, "Didn't he just lose?"

"On the stage, it's all about winning and losing."

Jiang Feng withdrew his gaze, his tone indifferent.

"On the battlefield, it's a matter of life and death."

"His sword is a sword for killing."

……

"Semi-final, Match 2!"

Secretary Kim drawled out her words.

"Jiang Feng VS Shen Weilan!"

"boom!"

In an instant, the enthusiasm of the entire audience was ignited!

"Here it comes! The sibling battle!"

"Do you think Jiang Feng will admit defeat? I heard he dotes on his younger sister!"

"Impossible! Jiang Feng's goal is the championship!"

"Besides, even if we send my sister to the finals, Shen Weilan still can't beat Jin Muyang. Giving up would be pointless!"

I bet Jiang Feng will admit defeat on his own!

"I bet I won't let them!"

The audience was in complete chaos.

Xiao Wan Ning looked at the two people on the stage and muttered to herself.

Will Jiang Feng... voluntarily admit defeat?

He must like Shen Weilan, right?

Would you make concessions for someone you like?

however.

No one understood Jiang Feng, nor did they understand Shen Weilan.

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On the arena.

Shen Weilan, dressed in a white martial arts uniform with her long hair tied up, stood ready for battle.

"elder brother!"

The girl gave a clear shout, her eyes shining brightly.

"No water allowed!"

"Giving it my all is my way of martial arts!"

Jiang Feng looked at her and nodded seriously.

He knew his sister's personality.

If I deliberately admit defeat today, she will not only not appreciate it, but will be very angry.

Admitting defeat means looking down on her.

Moreover, Jiang Feng never intended to let him have it.

A martial artist must have his own way of fighting!

Her martial arts philosophy is to give it your all and leave no regrets.

And his martial arts, Jiang Feng's.

It is to stand at the pinnacle of martial arts and become a true emperor!

"it is good."

Jiang Feng smiled, and the Burning Heaven True Qi within his body surged into operation.

"Then... we'll give it our all!"

The next instant, the two balls of fire collided violently in the center of the arena!

Fists and palms collided, creating a surge of energy!

There was no probing, no holding back!

The brother and sister went straight into a head-on clash!

With each punch and strike, sparks flew everywhere.

Two figures crisscrossed each other at high speed on the stage, so fast that only afterimages remained.

The audience below the stage was stunned and exclaimed in surprise.

Only then did everyone suddenly realize what was happening.

Jiang Feng's brilliance was so dazzling that everyone forgot just how outstanding his sister, Shen Weilan, truly was!

"Take this punch!"

The river wind howled as the Heaven-Burning Flame Fist was unleashed!

"roar!!!"

The Heaven-Burning True Qi condensed into a long fiery dragon, baring its fangs and claws, its roar shaking the heavens!

"Well done!"

Instead of retreating, Shen Weilan advanced, flipping her hand and striking out with a palm.

Purple Scorpion Venomous Palm!

The palm strike gleamed with a faint purple light, the scorpion's shadow was menacing, and a foul stench filled the air.

At the same time, the blood in her body suddenly boiled.

Phoenix Physique, fully activated!

"Hey!!!"

The clear, melodious cry of the phoenix resounded through the heavens!

A scorpion and a phoenix, two illusory figures emerged from behind her palm; a dragon and a phoenix, colliding in mid-air.

Dragon and phoenix sing in unison!

"boom!!!"

A terrifying shockwave exploded out in a ring, sending several people closest to the arena flying!

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, the two figures still stood firm.

In the spectator stands.

Jin Muyang suddenly stood up.

His eyes were fixed intently on the figure in white on the stage, his heart pounding like a drum.

What an extraordinary woman!

From childhood to adulthood, his world consisted only of martial arts.

He ignored countless girls who made overt and covert advances towards him.

I just thought they were a bunch of vulgar girls.

Even Wang Yuyan, the school beauty who was famous throughout the school, never moved him in the slightest.

But now.

The fire in his chest was burning very brightly!

"Shen Weilan?"

"I never expected to meet a woman here who would capture my heart."

Jin Muyang slowly clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking.

The champion of this exchange meeting.

It has to be his!

It wasn't just for those three prizes.

It was also important to make the woman on stage see things clearly.

Just how outstanding is Jin Muyang?