EBE Chapter 216 originally belonged to her.
Chapter 216 originally belonged to her.
"Senior Sister Qingge, are you two going to talk to me or not?" Jiang Qiao pouted unhappily.
The two of them looked at her at the same time, which made her feel embarrassed.
"Don't look at me like that, it'll make me embarrassed," Jiang Qiao said, covering her face.
"Sheng Sheng, this is Jiang Qiao, she's my friend," Nan Qingge introduced to Si Nansheng.
"How can you say that? I'm clearly your friend!" Jiang Qiao complained, but Liu Xuewei had already stepped onto the dueling platform.
Liu Xuewei wore a snow-white robe, her long hair cascading down her back, her face gentle and serene. She held a spirit sword that emitted a faint blue light, with frost faintly condensing around the blade, making it clear that this sword was extraordinary.
When Si Nansheng saw the sword, he couldn't help but clench his fists.
This sword originally belonged to her.
Because Liu Xuewei took a liking to it, Lei Ming took the sword and gave it to her.
Si Nansheng turned to look at Lei Ming on the high platform. Lei Ming naturally saw the sword in Liu Xuewei's hand and also noticed Si Nansheng's gaze.
He turned to look at Si Nansheng, whose lips curled into a faint smile. Lei Ming quickly turned his head away, not daring to look at her again.
Si Nansheng chuckled and then turned to look at Feng Zeyan. Feng Zeyan, of course, knew that the sword had once belonged to Si Nansheng.
But so what?
In Feng Zeyan's eyes, whatever Liu Xuewei liked belonged to her, and no matter who had it, he could take it and give it to her.
Liu Xuewei's opponent, Murong Yan, was dressed in a fiery red outfit, with a heroic air about her. Her sword was as hot as fire, which contrasted sharply with Liu Xuewei's ice sword.
With a clear chime, the martial arts competition officially began.
Murong Yan launched the first attack. Her figure was as fast as lightning, and the fire sword in her hand drew a scorching arc as it slashed towards Liu Xuewei. Instantly, a wave of heat filled the air, as if it would set everything around it on fire.
Liu Xuewei remained calm and composed. She gently swung her ice sword, and a surge of icy blue sword energy instantly erupted, colliding with Murong Yan's fire sword.
In an instant, ice and fire mingled, producing a violent roar, and water vapor filled the air, enveloping the entire arena.
Amidst the chaotic steam, Liu Xuewei's figure suddenly vanished. Murong Yan was startled and cautiously looked around, constantly brandishing her fire sword to guard against Liu Xuewei's sneak attack.
However, Liu Xuewei's swordsmanship was extremely strange; she moved freely through the water vapor like a ghost.
Suddenly, a chilling aura swept over Murong Yan from behind. Murong Yan quickly turned around and used her sword to defend herself.
A thick layer of frost had formed on Liu Xuewei's ice sword. With each swing, countless ice shards shot out like hidden weapons towards Murong Yan.
Murong Yan fought back with all her might, but her body was still cut by the icicles.
She was secretly amazed by the strangeness of Liu Xuewei's swordsmanship, which also ignited her fighting spirit. Her whole body erupted with fiery power, and the fire sword shone brightly, evaporating all the surrounding water vapor.
She concentrated all her fiery power into her sword and slashed at Liu Xuewei.
However, the moment her fire sword touched Liu Xuewei's ice sword, countless ice blades shot out from the lotus, surrounding Murong Yan.
Murong Yan fought back with all her might, but there were just too many ice blades, and she gradually couldn't hold on any longer, with more and more wounds appearing on her body.
Finally, Liu Xuewei's ice sword was pressed against Murong Yan's throat.
"You lost." Liu Xuewei looked down at Murong Yan with an air of superiority.
Murong Yan reluctantly put down her sword, cupped her hands in a salute, and said, "I have lost."
After the referee announced Liu Xuewei's victory, Liu Xuewei looked at Si Nansheng below the stage with a smug expression on her face, while Si Nansheng frowned slightly.
This Liu Xuewei is very strange. Her cultivation level was not this high before. How could she have improved so much in just a few months?
"Sheng Sheng, Sheng Sheng, what's wrong? Why are you spacing out?" Nan Qingge, who was talking to Jiang Qiao, heard the referee call Si Nansheng's name several times, but Si Nansheng didn't respond. She gently patted her hand.
"I'm fine, Sister Qingge, I'm going to fight." Si Nansheng came back to her senses and smiled at Nan Qingge.
"Junior sister, keep it up!"
"Go, sister!" Bai Ye and Shang Ming hurriedly cheered for Si Nansheng as she stepped onto the fighting stage.
"Hey, this must be the youngest child, right? He looks only seven or eight years old."
“I remember this child is the Holy Lord’s niece.”
"Really? Then her strength must be quite good, right?"
"Then we really need to broaden our horizons?"
The arena was packed with people, countless eyes shining with excitement and anticipation as they gazed at the tall arena in the center.
On the stage, Si Nansheng, who was eight or nine years old, held a huge pink hammer tightly in his hand.
The giant hammer seemed disproportionate to her small frame, yet in Si Nansheng's hands, it appeared to possess boundless power.
Opposite her was a female cultivator specializing in talismans, her purple robe fluttering in the wind, her eyes radiating confidence and arrogance.
"Little brat, today I'll show you the power of talisman cultivation." The woman with talisman cultivation said softly, a slight smile playing on her lips.
With that, she waved her hand, and several talismans flew out from her hand, instantly burning in the air and turning into flames that rushed towards Si Nansheng.
The flames, carrying billowing heat, distorted the air wherever they passed.
Si Nansheng was not afraid at all. She took a deep breath, raised the giant hammer high with both hands, shouted loudly, and smashed it down on the ground.
With a deafening roar, the entire arena trembled violently. A powerful force erupted from beneath her hammer, creating a shockwave that shattered all the incoming flame talismans.
Upon seeing this, the woman with the talisman frowned, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes.
She never expected that this seemingly small girl would possess such great strength.
But she did not back down. She quickly formed hand seals and chanted incantations.
Suddenly, dark clouds filled the sky, and streaks of lightning flashed through the clouds. Then, a bolt of lightning as thick as a bucket struck straight down towards Si Nansheng.
Si Nansheng raised an eyebrow slightly. This lightning had little effect on her. With so many people watching, she couldn't absorb it directly. So, she gripped the giant hammer tightly with both hands and charged towards the lightning.
Amidst gasps of surprise, she swung the giant hammer into a huge circle of light.
The moment the lightning struck the giant hammer, sparks flew, and a pink giant hammer directly blocked the lightning.
Taking advantage of the brief opening created by the woman's spellcasting, Si Nansheng swung his giant hammer and charged at her like a cannonball.
The woman with the talisman tried to dodge, but Si Nansheng was too fast and arrived in front of her in the blink of an eye.
Si Nansheng shouted and gathered all his strength into the giant hammer, smashing it towards the woman with the talisman.
The woman with the talisman tried to use her spells to defend herself, but it was too late. Si Nansheng's giant hammer, carrying immense force, slammed heavily onto the talisman shield.
With a crisp "crack!", the talisman shield shattered instantly, and the female talisman cultivator was also sent flying by the powerful force, crashing onto the dueling platform.
The entire venue fell silent, everyone stunned by Si Nansheng's astonishing strength.