Under one person: Get the Beiming magic skill at the beginning

But soon, a look of surprise appeared on her face.

Because she saw Feng Baobao holding a kitchen knife, calmly looking at her.

"This is...your weapon?"

Feng Baobao nodded. "If I want to deal with you seriously, I'll have to use this knife."

Upon hearing this, Feng Shayan immediately said with satisfaction, "Very good."

Feng Baobao's earnestness gave her a sense of joy, as if she wasn't experiencing unrequited love and that her enemy also valued her—a feeling akin to a 'mutual attraction'.

So much so that I found Feng Baobao much more pleasing to the eye.

"Game start!"

The Taoist priest Fude, who was acting as the referee, shouted loudly.

As soon as she finished speaking, Feng Shayan flashed forward like an arrow, rushing towards Feng Baobao. When she was still a few meters away, she threw off her coat.

Feng Baobao calmly swung her knife, and in the sharp, cold light, she sliced ​​open the sports jacket that was obstructing her vision.

However, Feng Shayan was nowhere to be found.

Feng Baobao remained calm and instantly dodged to the side. At the same time, a phantom of a fist appeared on the spot.

boom!

A small pit was created in the ground.

Feng Shayan appeared beside her, her eyes shining. Such a quick reaction was truly worthy of being her nemesis.

Without much thought, he immediately used [Shrinking Earth] to pursue.

Although he had trained diligently for over a month in order to defeat Feng Baobao, his strength had improved.

But she didn't get carried away with her emotions; instead, she maintained her fighting spirit and composure, trying to corner Feng Baobao.

To restrict the opponent's unpredictable movement techniques.

To be honest, this also caused Feng Baobao some trouble.

"Wow, this is the first time I've seen Bao'er so flustered since the competition started. Miss Feng is quite something."

In the audience, Xu Si leaned against the railing, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, looking somewhat surprised.

Xu San crossed his arms and politely adjusted his glasses.

"Moreover, she has been trying to find ways to restrict Bao'er's movement techniques, which is indeed remarkable."

"Uh... Sister Bao'er will definitely be fine, right?"

Zhang Chulan rubbed his slightly stubbled chin and said with a bitter expression.

Despite Feng Baobao's month-long special training.

This allows him to barely keep up with his peers and avoid falling behind.

However, the ten-year hiatus ultimately left him with many shortcomings, such as insufficient cultivation, depth of techniques, and combat experience.

"I discovered last night that Feng Shayan's training is not simple. Although it is not as cruel as Bao'er's, it is still very strict. Otherwise, Feng Xingtong would not have gone to help relieve her meridians."

Zhang Chulan frowned, looking down at Feng Shayan, whose figure was flashing and suppressing Feng Baobao, and felt a little heavy-hearted.

"If we really face off, it will be hard to win if we don't play our trump cards, and who knows if the other side has any trump cards at all."

"Sigh, the gap in time really can't be made up for by petty tricks."

"Please, Bao'er, help me cut her down!"

Zhang Chulan prayed silently, but when he saw Mo Wen beside him...

He quickly added another sentence in his mind.

"Uh... don't cut too hard, the other party might be the sister-in-law."

Mo Wen watched the match below with great interest.

Fights between women are more entertaining than fights between men.

However, Mo Wen also noticed that Feng Shayan was stronger and faster than she was in the competition last month.

"She's really hardworking. It seems that the battle with the World Society had a significant impact on her."

Mo Wen thought to himself, then shook his head slightly.

Unfortunately, Feng Shayan is still no match for Feng Baobao.

The reason Feng Baobao was able to gain the upper hand was simply because she was observing Feng Shayan to figure out how much strength she should use to subdue her.

This principle is only used to deal with threats, not to kill.

It seems that Feng Baobao has been doing this since she was born.

As for the claim that Xu Xiang's mother, Aunt Zhao, instructed Feng Baobao not to kill anyone in the future, which is why Feng Baobao did it.

Mo Wen disagreed.

Because he remembered that in the original story, when Feng Baobao was asked by Aunt Zhao, she replied, "I don't kill people. Why would I kill people outside?" "What can make you happy?" "I did kill them, but wasn't it you, Aunt Zhao, who caused their deaths?"

Therefore, Mo Wen speculated that Feng Baobao maintained a "no-kill" principle throughout her attacks.

It is related to her background, her immortality, and her extraordinary skills.

That is, it is related to the Eight Extraordinary Skills.

A restriction similar to the [Celestial Master's Blessing].

The prohibition is not profound; it merely plants the principle of 'trying not to kill' in one's consciousness.

This explains why Feng Baobao, despite acting entirely on instinct, maintains the habit of subduing people.

On Nathan Island, Baron also said that Feng Baobao didn't feel like she was fighting, but rather like she was doing something like 'depriving the other party of their ability to act under certain restrictions'.

"The Eight Extraordinary Skills are truly extraordinary."

Mo Wen smiled.

He suddenly became somewhat interested in Wugensheng, the creator of Feng Baobao.

Suddenly, a gasp came from the audience.

Mo Wen looked down.

Feng Baobao, who had been suppressed and even suffered minor injuries, suddenly began to fight back.

The kitchen knife in his hand, nourished by Qi and already transformed into a physical form, easily caused wounds on Feng Shayan's body.

With exquisite control, only Feng Shayan's skin and flesh were injured.

Her instinctive reaction, which didn't require thinking, also made Feng Baobao move faster, and Feng Shayan suddenly realized that she couldn't hit her anymore.

One attack not only missed, but also left him with several more wounds.

But this did not make Feng Shayan angry or anxious; instead, she tried her best to find a way to win.

Ultimately, due to massive blood loss and the sharp attacks from Feng Baobao, who had recovered her strength, Feng Shayan was defeated due to exhaustion.

"The match is over. The winner is Feng Baobao!"

Fude loudly pronounced the verdict, then shouted, "Quickly, bring the stretcher over!"

Feng Shayan lay on the ground, her head spinning from severe blood loss, but she felt incredibly refreshed.

Because she had given it her all, Feng Baobao also played seriously against herself.

Feng Shayan is very satisfied.

"Feng Baobao!" she called out.

Feng Baobao, who was preparing her stance, stopped and turned to look at Feng Shayan.

Feng Shayan pursed her lips, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Thank you for taking this competition so seriously."

"It's nothing, it's Mo Wenrang who wants me to have a good fight with you. If you want to thank someone, thank him."

Feng Baobao twirled the knife in her hand, then put it back in her sleeve, waved to Feng Shayan, and left with her hands in her pockets.

A look of astonishment appeared on Feng Shayan's pretty face.

"Wh...what?"

So it was him who made Feng Baobao compete with him seriously?

Suddenly, footsteps came from the side.

A gentle voice reached Feng Shayan's ears: "You've lost so much blood, are you trying to kill yourself?"

Feng Shayan turned her head with some difficulty and saw a familiar, handsome young man walking towards her.

Mo Wen looked at Feng Shayan, who was covered in blood, and sighed helplessly.

Although Feng Baobao acted with restraint, Feng Shayan's actions were driven by her last ounce of strength.

This has caused her to lose a lot of blood.

"You..." Feng Shayan's lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to say something.

Mo Wen ignored her and reached out to strike the acupoints on her body, sealing off the blood that was still flowing out.

At the same time, inject a little bit of true qi to nourish the meridians that are already under strain.

"Take good care of yourself, we'll talk about it later."

Mo Wen looked at her and said, "Don't push yourself so hard next time."

Feng Shayan stared intently at Mo Wen with her beautiful eyes, her expression complex, as if she were moved, yet also as if she wanted to say something.

Finally, he whispered, "I will continue to improve, and I will catch up with you someday."

Mo Wen smiled upon hearing this, "Alright, I'll wait for you."

Several Taoist priests and bodyguards from the World Society rushed over with a stretcher, and Mo Wen picked up Feng Shayan and placed her on it.

Feng Shayan felt her heart beating a little fast.

He turned his head away and said nothing.

He was immediately carried away for treatment.