Cohabitation with Sword Spirit-Chapter 248 - 208: The Most Brutal Champion in Cyan Cloud Tournament History Is Born (Part 2)

A few months ago, during her duel with Wang Jiu, she transformed the Yuqing Taoist Armor into a dense black mist and launched a direct attack. At that time, her transition between offense and defense was skillful and fluid. Even as strong as Wang Jiu was, he couldn't immediately counter the force; he had to first use intense spinning to absorb the impact.

But now, after the Yuqing Taoist Armor was unsealed by Yuqing True Master, Li Wanqing could no longer control the Yuqing Taoist Armor as skillfully as before, nor could she turn it into mist. When shifting from defense to offense, the power she could harness was limited and lacked variation... and this sole flaw was precisely seized by Wang Jiu.

No, rather than saying Wang Jiu seized it, it was more like she handed it over herself. In other words, that guy had anticipated her reaction from the start.

...Such a terrifying gap indeed, even Uncle Li Fengyun probably couldn't achieve this. Could the greatest expert of the Primordial Era really be this formidable?

However, no matter how formidable, it didn't concern her. Today, for Sister Yuqing, she had to proceed boldly.

Upon this realization, instead of appearing disheartened or annoyed, a slight smile appeared on Li Wanqing's face. In the next moment, she gathered all her scattered True Essence, held her breath, and infused all her power into the Yuqing Taoist Armor.

In an instant, the armor turned from pure white to silver, seemingly enhancing its defense even further. Yet, Li Wanqing remained unsatisfied. Right before the storm hit, she closed her eyes, focusing entirely on her thoughts of Yuqing True Master.

At the same time, her external armor underwent another transformation. The crimson chest armor, like red ink spread by clear water, gradually seeped across her entire body, turning the silver armor into a pink hue.

At this point, she had elevated her defense to its utmost limit. She could even faintly hear Yuqing True Master's reprimanding voice.

In critical duels, one must use stable and controllable power, not rely on hidden cards... Such common knowledge, she knew all too well.

And now, the time during which she could steadily control this power was less than twenty seconds. Beyond that, every second was a gamble. Li Wanqing was not a gambler, and Yuqing True Master would never permit her to gamble.

So, victory or defeat would unfold within the next twenty seconds.

No, maybe just two seconds would be enough.

With a slight smile, Li Wanqing exerted force under her feet, launching herself like a rocket toward the Sword Blade Storm in mid-air!

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At the same time, Wang Jiu was almost astonished by Li Wanqing's decisiveness.

Yet another accurate judgment, such talent in this era is enough to be called a prodigy.

Unfortunately, it's still a bit lacking.

In mid-air, Wang Jiu, riding Shen Qingming, paid no heed to the incoming Li Wanqing. He simply accelerated his spinning speed, and with the aid of two streaks of light earlier, he had already formed the Sword Blade Storm in no time.

The scenery before his eyes had already turned into a blur, with the relentless sound of the wind causing the Hundred-Lock Vine to sway precariously. Within the Sword World, the Dragon's Chant Flower could only produce blurred mutterings.

The seemingly indestructible body was already in such a state, while the mount, unable to utter a word, was utterly engulfed in the gale stirred by the White Sword. Visual, auditory, olfactory, gustatory, and tactile senses were all nullified, leaving only a touch of clarity in her Divine Sense, making her aware of being in the eye of the storm. Meanwhile, the tearing pain from the shoulder, elbow, and wrist joints reminded her that her body was nearing its limit. But compared to these pains, the dizziness from her head was the true torture.

Fortunately, this torment wouldn't last long.

The next moment, everyone present saw Li Wanqing in pink armor piercing straight through the already materialized Spirit Wind Storm in mid-air. Regardless of the blade-like gales tearing sparks on her armor's surface, she continued her path without hesitation.

With her tremendous defense, she directly pierced through the Sword Blade Storm, coming face to face with Shen Qingming.

Close combat, and then using her body to block the spin of the Celestial Divine Sword—this was the correct answer she thought of.

Then, the collision arrived as expected. Li Wanqing could even clearly see that the pure white long sword sliced right at her waist.

As expected, it was painless and itchless, the pressure even less than the wind pressure from the Heaven and Earth Spirit Wind earlier.

No matter what tricks Wang Jiu wanted to play, Shen Qingming's main body was too weak to bear too much power. How could she possibly break through the fully reinforced Yuqing Taoist Armor on her own?

However, before Li Wanqing could even feel the joy in her heart, she felt a surge of immense force hitting her armor. Although it couldn't break the defense nor cause her pain, it was as irresistible as a mighty river.

And then, she lost control and flew outwards. No matter how she flailed, or tried to use True Essence to propel herself, it was all to no avail in the chaotic region of the Heaven and Earth Spirit Wind.

She flew, out of the field.

In mid-air, Wang Jiu guided the mount, whose arms were fractured into pieces and whose internal bones exceeded a thousand once more, to slowly descend. He even felt a bit of regret for Li Wanqing.

What a pity, her opponent was me. Otherwise, she would undoubtedly have been the victor of this match.

Even with masters on the level of Li Jiulong or Shen Kaishan, in the same position, riding such an unreliable mount as Shen Qingming, it would be impossible to defeat today's Li Wanqing.

But unfortunately, I am not Li Jiulong nor Shen Kaishan, but the one and only Celestial Divine Sword. Thus, all her reactions had already been anticipated.

Attacking the Sword Blade Storm straight on, rushing to its core, placing all bets on winning within the limited time... For such an opponent, direct confrontation was pointless.

After all, this is a martial arena, not a life-or-death venue, so there are two ways to achieve victory.

Now, Wang Jiu used the second method, sending her out of the arena.

Time seemed to slow down.

Not just the contestants on the field, but even the spectators felt that time had stretched several times, if not dozens of times slower.

The Sword Blade Storm was neutralized by a direct charge, the storm calmed, and Shen Qingming slowly landed. Meanwhile, Li Wanqing struggled helplessly in mid-air, retreating backward, fluttering like a falling autumn leaf.

After an uncertain period, there was a dull thud.

Li Wanqing, amidst countless incredulous gazes, had landed beyond the valid range of the martial arena.

Then, after what felt like another uncertain passage of time, the cool voice of the Holy Sect Immortal Envoy was heard.

"In this match, Shen Qingming wins."

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The thunderous cheers erupted, echoing throughout the arena after an indeterminate wait.

Though the final match concluded quite rapidly, lasting barely half a minute in total.

Even if many people couldn't appreciate the subtleties of the match.

It didn't stop everyone from offering blessings and joy to the young victor.

No matter the external aids, no matter breaking conventions, no matter leaving countless gamblers in dismay.

Today, at 14 years old, Shen Qingming had claimed the championship of the current Cyan Cloud Competition.

Only victory can overshadow everything, only the championship is indisputable.

Simultaneously with the audience's cheers, fireworks ignited around the martial arena.

In the sea of fireworks, standing elegantly in the center, was the petite and delicate girl.

Watching from the sidelines, Li Wanqing felt a touch of melancholy but no regrets. She shrugged and quietly left the arena.

The upcoming time belonged to the champion.

Moments later, a mature and beautiful Female Cultivator, holding a Talisman amplified for sound, came onto the field to conduct the champion's interview.

This was also a tradition in previous Cyan Cloud Competitions; after the matches, unless the injuries were too severe, a simple interview was arranged for the champion to express their feelings about the victory and thank the sponsors.

However, when the Female Cultivator responsible for the interview reached the center of the field, she saw Shen Qingming standing there stiffly, unmoving, seemingly trembling slightly upon closer inspection.

Could it be due to overwhelming emotions? This was understandable since it was the Cyan Cloud Competition championship, after all.

Moreover, her complexion was somewhat too pale—perhaps from the exhaustion of the match earlier?

In any case, it seemed she should still be able to speak properly, so that should be fine.

Subsequently, the Female Cultivator approached with a bright, formulaic smile and asked, "May I ask our champion girl, how do you feel at this moment?"

In the next moment, her eyes widened in shock, seeing Shen Qingming's back shiver, her cheeks puff up, and she opened her mouth...

"Urgh, urgh, urgh, urgh..."