These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

Mu Xitong even started yawning.

"If this keeps going on, I'll fall asleep."

"You can't understand these counter-moves, but they are actually quite ingenious. I didn't expect Qin Zipei's basic skills to be so solid."

What Wei Tu wanted to say was that despite the other party's seemingly bizarre cultivation level, he possessed a solid foundation... It seemed that he didn't need to improve his cultivation level through other means, since his true future might be more secure and promising.

Mu Xitong said irritably.

"I don't like watching these things. Who likes watching people fight all the time..."

"So, do you want me to hit you or not?"

"No way! Who do you think you are? You think you can just hit me and expect me to look?"

"Will you watch me hit you?"

"Why don't you give it a try?"

The woman glared at her coldly.

Jiang Ying, whose hand was being held, looked up at the two of them, then pursed her thin lips and continued to look down at her toes.

She wasn't particularly interested in fighting, although she never avoided it... well, she still enjoyed watching this boy fight.

After more than ten rounds of back and forth, the two boys no longer seemed so carefree and unrestrained.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

During the brief moment when their swords clashed, Qin Zipei said in a deep voice, "I know what you're thinking, but... it's no use, Yuan Jiacao, you really can't beat me."

Yuan Jiacao eased his breathing slightly and, seeing the other person's slightly heavy brows, knew that the other person's physical strength had obviously declined.

But he did not let his guard down; instead, he shook his head.

"It has nothing to do with strategy; this is my way of the sword. Swordsmanship isn't just about going straight for the target; it can also be roundabout. What you say may not be true, what I say may not be true, but in the end, we'll prove it with the sword."

"Well said, but it's useless."

"boom!"

They clashed again, this time Qin Zipei took three steps back, while Yuan Jiacao only took one step back.

Yuan Jiacao squinted and said, "I just want to prove that unorthodox methods are not a shortcut to success. What you're doing... will ultimately only harm yourself and others."

Qin Zipei smiled and shook her head, "There are some things you don't understand, so don't comment on them. Besides, you can't even be considered successful yet, can you?"

"Yes."

As Yuan Jiacao said this, he instantly drew his sword.

His sword light suddenly surged, drawing a beautiful and dazzling arc in the air. Instantly, countless sword energies seemed to rage in the air, raining down on Qin Zipei who was not far away.

Qin Zipei was deeply engrossed in it, as if she were wrapped up tightly yet completely sealed off.

A brief moment of silence, a moment when one might think Qin Zipei was about to be completely overwhelmed.

"boom!!"

A heavy boom, like the sound of a giant stomping his foot on the ring, was heard.

The floor tiles were clearly cracked, piece by piece.

The moment all the sword light covered the area, it scattered and flew away like cotton wool.

From this fragmented scene, a scarlet figure sped out, rushing towards Yuanjia Grass at an extremely fast speed.

Yuan Jiacao seemed to have no room for maneuver at this moment. Looking at Qin Zipei, whose temperament had suddenly changed, he immediately drew his sword and stepped forward without retreating. This time, he was truly going to confront her head-on!

Wei Tu squinted but noticed an unusual change in Qin Zipei's cuffs; a few strands of white cloth seemed to be peeking out from inside.

It was just a very small section, but the clearest thing was a clear red light flowing through the veins of his left hand.

"clang!!"

The shockwave from the sword spread outwards like a rushing river.

Yuan Jiacao even gritted his teeth, his sword energy like a rainbow, in a fit of rage.

Qin Zipei turned slightly, but the sword protected her body, allowing Yuan Jiacao to parry her powerful sword strike.

He veered in mid-air.

The light fell.

It illuminated his slender figure.

Wei Tu's gaze fell upon him, a very inconspicuous little movement, at least inconspicuous in this duel.

"He changed hands."

The sword, which was in Qin Zipei's right hand, was moved to his left.

Then he landed, touching the ground with his toes.

A deep pit appeared in the ground, and he swept towards Yuanjia Grass like a tornado.

He compressed the air.

The floor tiles were lifted up with his footsteps.

A crimson aura mingled with the storm, rushing away like lightning and thunder!

Yuan Jia drew his sword and formed a hand seal.

"Sword Formation!"

The sword energy swirled around Yuan Jiacao, shining brightly like a guardian deity.

Qin Zipei ignored everything and rushed straight ahead!

At the moment of collision, it was as if the storm stopped howling and the sword formation lost its luster.

But in that brief moment, heaven and earth fell silent.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!!"

Qin Zipei was actually pushing Yuan Jiacao backwards!

The area they passed through on the open ground was a complete mess.

The fierce wind even made it impossible for many of the surrounding elders to open their eyes.

They stared blankly at the scene before them, some even too nervous to speak.

It seems that no one expected that the scene that would unfold at this moment would be so wonderful and dazzling.

However, Wei Tu could clearly see the sword energy of the Yuanjia Grass Sword Formation emerging from the smoke and dust as Qin Zipei advanced with unstoppable force.

It is falling apart.

It wasn't just the lingering scent after the storm, but also fragments of Yuanjia Grass Sword Qi.

It faded and became colorless sand on the ground.

The edge of the ring.

"puff!"

Yuan Jiacao spat out a mouthful of blood, which landed on Qin Zipei's shoulder.

Qin Zipei stepped forward, sword in her left hand.

"bass!"

Yuan Jiacao's sideburns were cut off.

The disciples of Lu Chenzong who had been cheering for Yuan Jiacao in the audience fell silent.

The banners stopped fluttering.

Yuan Jiacao swayed precariously, then staggered and let his hands fall to his sides, supporting himself with the sword in his hand, standing firmly on the ground.

He had already lowered his head.

Qin Zipei grasped her left arm with her right hand and then pulled up her sleeve.

He said in a low voice.

"I won, I'm sorry."

As Qin Zipei turned around to walk out of the arena, Yuan Jiacao finally looked up and shouted.

"Aren't you ashamed of your sword?!"

Qin Zipei paused for a moment.

He turned his head and saw a handsome young man squinting at him from the sidelines.

But he spoke to Yuan Jiacao.

"I gave up on everything about myself a long time ago. So it doesn't matter anymore."

Qin Zipei stepped off the stage and calmly walked past the crowd of people who were watching her but dared not speak.

Until he came to Wei Tu's side.

He glanced at him.

"Do you want to avenge him?"

Wei Tu smiled.

"I can't say how deep our friendship is, but I'm sorry, I also want to win."

...PS: I've added an extra chapter! I'm going to catch up on some sleep; my sleep quality is terrible.

102 Don't come any closer!

Yuan Jiacao lost.