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"From the south of the city?"

The burly young man sized up Liu Fuyao with a look of disdain.

"An eight-star martial artist dares to participate in the provincial war?"

"I don't know how you got here, but you've stopped here!"

Liu Fuyao didn't speak, but her face remained tense as she gripped her long sword tightly.

"start!"

The referee gave the whistle.

The burly young man suddenly sprang to his feet.

His movements were as fast as lightning, and he rushed forward, throwing a punch at Liu Fuyao at the same time.

True energy instantly adhered to the fist.

boom.

The air roared.

A sharp, piercing whistling sound continued!

Liu Fuyao also looked solemn, as the difference between a three-star martial artist and a two-star martial artist was not insignificant.

With a light touch of her feet, her figure drifted away like a willow catkin.

next moment.

With a clang, the longsword was drawn.

The sword light was as white as snow.

Magnificent and pristine.

"A gentle breeze caresses the willows."

Liu Fuyao let out a low shout, and her true energy surged wildly within her body.

clang clang...

The silver sword light left afterimages in the air, instantly enveloping the burly young man.

"A trivial skill!"

The burly young man sneered, unleashing a burst of true energy with his fists.

"Bang bang bang!"

The sword light was shattered.

Liu Fuyao let out a muffled groan and suddenly staggered back several steps.

A trickle of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

"this one?"

The burly young man lunged forward, his fist slamming towards Liu Fuyao with a whooshing sound.

Liu Fuyao gritted her teeth and forcefully activated the true energy within her body.

The longsword thrust out again.

"Bang!"

Fists and swords clashed.

Liu Fuyao was sent flying backward, crashing heavily onto the edge of the arena.

A mouthful of blood gushed from his mouth.

"Give up."

The burly young man looked down at him with a sneer.

"You've done your best."

Liu Fuyao struggled to her feet, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and said coldly.

"It's not over yet."

The burly young man frowned.

Why bother?

"You are no match for me. Continuing to fight will only result in more serious injuries."

Liu Fuyao did not answer.

He simply gripped the longsword in his hand tightly.

My mind involuntarily drifted back to the insights I gained when comprehending the Heart Sutra.

This technique emphasizes soaring upwards to great heights.

The stronger the opponent, the stronger they become; the more they fight, the braver they become.

Never give up.

Liu Fuyao took a deep breath.

The true energy within his body began to circulate wildly.

At this moment, she pushed the profound mysteries of the Fuyou Heart Sutra to their limit.

"Come!"

She gave a low shout and charged towards the burly young man.

The sword light was as white as snow.

Faster and more aggressive than before.

Seeing that this woman was so ungrateful and dared to attack, the burly young man's eyes immediately turned cold.

"That's just asking for trouble!"

He threw out both fists.

"boom!"

The true energy collided, and the air waves surged.

Liu Fuyao was blasted away again.

But this time, she forcefully twisted her body in mid-air, touched the ground with her toes, and rushed up again.

One sword.

Two swords.

Three swords.

Each sword strike was faster than the last.

The robust young man began to feel the strain.

"Is this woman crazy?"

He cursed inwardly.

Liu Fuyao's attacks grew increasingly fierce, completely disregarding her own injuries.

Fresh blood flowed down the corner of his mouth.

It stained the hem of my clothes red.

But her eyes grew brighter and brighter.

"Nine Swords of Soaring Clouds!"

Liu Fuyao shouted sharply.

The longsword drew nine afterimages in the air, each one sealing off the burly young man's escape route.

"What?!"

The burly young man's expression changed drastically.

He wanted to hide.

But it was too late.

"Pfft!"

A flash of sword light streaked past.

A bloody gash appeared on the chest of the burly young man.

He staggered backward and landed hard on his backside.

"Jiangcheng, Liu Fuyao, wins!"

The referee announced it loudly.

The entire room fell silent.

No one expected that an eight-star martial artist could defeat a three-star martial master.

Liu Fuyao sheathed her sword.

He turned and walked off the stage.

There was no cheering.

There was no applause.

There were only whispers.

"How did she do that?"

"The strength of this eight-star martial artist is just too outrageous."

"Didn't you see that she was clearly no match for him just now, but now she's suddenly so fierce? She must have used some secret technique to overdraw her potential."

"This kind of playstyle is bound to cause trouble sooner or later. So what if we get the qualification for the national war?"

Regarding these...

Liu Fuyao turned a deaf ear.

She simply clutched her chest and walked out step by step.

Every step taken.

A mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth.

But she gritted her teeth and persevered.

Only after leaving the square did he finally spit out a mouthful of blood.

"puff!"

In that battle just now, she almost exhausted all her true energy.

The meridians in his body were also seriously damaged.

But she won.

They barely made it into the finals, ranking tenth.

"elder brother……"

"Master, look."

Liu Fuyao muttered to herself,

"I did it."

She closed her eyes, and a smile finally appeared on her lips.

What does it matter how great the price?

She did it.

She did not lose.

Just then.

Suddenly, a series of footsteps sounded behind them.

"Miss Liu, congratulations on successfully qualifying for the national war in Jiangnan Province."

The person who came was a middle-aged man.

It appeared in Chapter 160, representing the Taihe Province Martial Arts Association.

Upon hearing his voice, Liu Fuyao instantly opened her eyes, her gaze turning icy.

"It's you."

"Is there anything else?"

"Chairman He asked me to come back and ask Miss Liu again how she's decided."

The middle-aged director said with a smile,

"Are you willing to cooperate with us?"

"If you're willing to tell us about that person's identity and whereabouts, we can give you anything you want."

"Resources, cultivation techniques, even..."

"roll."

Liu Fuyao interrupted her directly.

The middle-aged director's smile suddenly froze.

A moment later, he returned to normal, but his smile had also turned cold.

"Miss Liu has such a good temper."

"But our Chairman He doesn't have such a good temper."

"Miss Liu had better not regret it."

"Don't think that old man is really invincible."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Liu Fuyao watched his retreating figure, gritting her teeth.

Taihe Province Martial Arts Association.

Since Ye Liuyun's death, they have been searching for the whereabouts of the Martial Emperor who appeared in Nancheng.

He wanted revenge.

revenge.

However, no trace of them has been found.

Now that they know Liu Fuyao has arrived in Jiangnan Province, they send people over to try to bribe her and get clues from her.

But how could Liu Fuyao possibly let them have their way?

That's Master.

She is the most important person to her in this world, besides her family and brother.

She would rather die than betray her master.

"call……"

Liu Fuyao let out a long breath.

I forced myself to stand up, ready to go back to my dorm.

I had just returned to my dorm when someone knocked on the door and came in a short while later.

The visitor was a staff member of the Jiangnan Province Martial Arts Association, who entered with a broad smile.

"Liu Fuyao, classmate."

"First of all, congratulations on successfully qualifying for the national war."

A staff member handed over a document.

"These are the arrangements for the next step."

"According to the rules of the Jiangnan Province Martial Arts Association National War Hegemony Group, all ten of you will have a ten-day holiday to go home and visit your families."

"Return in ten days for six months of intensive training to prepare for the upcoming national war."

……