Fantasy, starting with a treasure bowl

"Junior Sister Lu, since you insist on fighting, then don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Seeing that Lu Xiaoxiang was severely injured but still refused to surrender, Nangong Yan frowned and drew his Qingfeng sword from his waist again, his aura becoming even stronger.

"It seems this battle is about to end...!"

"Although Junior Sister Lu is quite strong and has the aid of an eighth-grade spiritual treasure, she is still at a disadvantage against Senior Sister Nangong. What a pity!"

"Hehe, what's there to regret? I bet a full three thousand contribution points on Senior Sister Nangong before the battle even started, so now everyone's happy!"

"Damn it! I should have bet more; maybe I could have won even more!"

"Hey! You're actually doing alright. I just bet against Senior Sister Nangong with Brother Lu, and now I've lost all my savings for a future wife...!"

Beside the arena, seeing Lu Xiaoxiang at a disadvantage, a buzz of discussion arose among the crowd. Most of the students couldn't hide their joy, seemingly believing that Nangong Yan had won, while only a small number of people did not follow suit.

"This girl had a trick up her sleeve..."

Unlike the excited crowd, Lu Feng remained standing with his hands behind his back, his expression calm, showing no concern whatsoever for Lu Xiaoxiang's disadvantage on the stage.

Because he could see that although Lu Xiaoxiang was seriously injured, her internal energy was not exhausted and she still had the strength to fight!

Moreover, the Hundred-Style Mechanism Umbrella in the opponent's hand is ultimately an eighth-grade spiritual treasure. Its offensive and defensive capabilities are both remarkable. Even Nangong Yan, who is at the eighth level of the Meridian Opening Realm, would find it difficult to break through head-on and could only launch a sneak attack from behind.

The fighting in the martial arts arena was still intense.

"Swallow Return Sword Technique!"

Nangong Yan thrust her Qingfeng sword through the air once more, instantly unleashing a surge of Yuan energy that transformed into several sharp sword energies shaped like flying swallows, which immediately enveloped and attacked Lu Xiaoxiang opposite her.

Swish!Swish!Swish!

In an instant, a large amount of sword energy broke through the air and attacked, like a swallow flying in the sky. It aimed directly at Lu Xiaoxiang's vital points and major life acupoints, while also generating a piercing sword whistle. Its power was comparable to a seventh-grade martial art!

"A hundred types of mechanical umbrellas, a hundred types of heavenly waterfalls!"

Faced with the overwhelming onslaught of sword energy, Lu Xiaoxiang released all the Yuan Power in her Dantian without reservation. Then, she flicked her right wrist and threw the Hundred-Style Mechanized Umbrella into the sky.

Click!

The Hundred-Type Mechanized Umbrella rose into the air, emitting a series of clicking and turning sounds. The next moment, it unfolded outwards, its wings as wide as several people, revealing its true interior, which contained hundreds and thousands of various weapons!

"This is...?!"

Upon seeing this, Nangong Yan, standing on the opposite side of the arena, also felt her pupils shrink slightly, and a sense of unease settled in her heart.

call out!call out!call out!

Just as Nangong Yan was stunned, the Hundred-Style Mechanized Umbrella also began to rotate in mid-air, and suddenly shot out a large number of mechanical weapons. Some of these weapons were even contaminated with corrosive poison, and like a torrential downpour, they enveloped and attacked Nangong Yan on the other side of the arena.

Clang clang clang...!

A large number of mechanical weapons tore through the sky, instantly shattering the fierce sword energy that was coming towards them, and then turning into nothingness.

"Damn it!"

Seeing Lu Xiaoxiang easily deflect her attack, Nangong Yan's expression changed slightly. She immediately withdrew and retreated rapidly. At the same time, her Yuan Power surged out again, transforming into layers of protective barriers. Clearly, she dared not directly confront the power of the Hundred-Style Mechanism Umbrella!

"Swallow Returns to its Nest Sword Technique!"

As Nangong Yan retreated rapidly, she unleashed dozens of fierce sword energies, attacking Lu Xiaoxiang, who was not far away, once again. Clearly, she did not want to simply dodge and defend, lest she fall into an unfavorable situation.

Swish!Swish!Swish!

A flurry of sword energy tore through the air, then abruptly veered off course, like a swallow returning to its nest, aiming directly at Lu Xiaoxiang's vital back from an extremely tricky angle.

"It's that trick again...!"

Faced with Nangong Yan's repeated use of the same trick, Lu Xiaoxiang frowned, but she did not dodge at all. She continued to control the Hundred-Style Mechanized Umbrella to attack the attacker, seemingly intending to trade injury for injury!

"What?!"

"Is this girl really courting death...?"

Seeing Lu Xiaoxiang abandon her defenses and continue attacking her with the Hundred-Style Mechanized Umbrella, Nangong Yan was startled and surprised.

After all, her Swallow Return Sword Technique was a genuine seventh-grade martial art, and with Lu Xiaoxiang's mere sixth-level Qi Opening Realm cultivation, if she were to take it head-on, even with her protective Yuan Power, she would either die or be crippled!

Whoosh! Pfft...!

In an instant, the sword light ripped through the void, and the next moment Lu Xiaoxiang's body trembled, then blood spurted out, and she fell straight down, as if her internal energy had been completely exhausted and she had no strength left to fight!

Click!

After losing Lu Xiaoxiang's control of her Yuan Power, the Hundred-Style Mechanized Umbrella in the sky made a cracking sound and fell to the ground like a bird with broken wings, its surface losing some of its luster.

"What a powerful spiritual treasure! If this girl hadn't been so weak in terms of internal energy, I might have really lost this battle...!"

Also falling behind, Nangong Yan's face was pale, her clothes were tattered, and her aura was extremely weak. It was clear that she had also fought with all her might in this battle and only won by chance!

"Junior Sister Lu, the outcome is now decided!"

"Although you are quite strong and have an eighth-grade spiritual treasure to aid you, you are ultimately no match for me...!"

After catching her breath, Nangong Yan looked up at Lu Xiaoxiang, who was lying on the ground opposite her, and said in a somewhat complicated tone, "Besides, this is just an academy competition. Even if we lose this year, we will only have to wait three more years. Why do you have to fight so hard for this, even at the cost of your life?"

"Cough cough cough...! No, that's not right...!"

Lu Xiaoxiang also struggled to lift her head, a trace of blood at the corner of her mouth. She seemed too weak to get up, but her tone revealed a long-lost sense of relief, "Senior Sister Nangong, in this battle... I won!"

"What did you say?"

Upon hearing this, Nangong Yan's face froze slightly, then her brows furrowed again. "Junior Sister Lu, could it be that your injuries are too severe, causing you to lose your mind?"

"Not to mention that your dantian energy is already exhausted, and you can't even stand up right now, your eight extraordinary meridians have also been completely severed by my sword energy. It will take at least half a year to recover. How could you possibly win this battle...?"

Nangong Yan spoke in a strange tone and looked surprised.

In her opinion, the other party was probably unable to accept failure, which is why they started talking nonsense.