The Results of the Three Battles (Continued)

The swords clashed, producing a clear, metallic sound. Both fighters retreated, with Murong Qing, taking two more steps back than her opponent. However, she was not worried, as the Vast Cold Immortal Sword Art was not known for Swordsmanship strength; this move was intended as a test.

Murong Qing's opponent was a broad-faced, flat-nosed man with messy hair, a bare upper body, and a black dragon tattooed on his body.

"Looking closely, girl, you're quite pretty, both beautiful and energetic, and still a student. Old Du 're absolutely top-tier. I've been playing around with women for most of my life, and I've been with plenty of student girls, but I've never seen anyone as unique as you before."

The man with the flat nose, who called himself Old Du, stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, casting a lewd glance at the other person as if he wanted to lick their entire body.

An ordinary girl would be disgusted to the point of getting goosebumps, or at least trembling with anger at this moment. But Murong Qing completely unaffected. She raised her sword, and the cold light spilled out like mercury. At the same time, her body moved with the sword, her steps light and ethereal, her figure graceful as a fairy descending to earth.

The man with the flat nose quickly used the move "Hundred Rivers Return to the Sea," his blade flashing like snow to protect his body, like a shield blocking the sword's edge.

The clang of metal against metal was incessant, but his swordsmanship was more offensive than defensive, and he couldn't block all the attacks. A sword blade grazed his waist, leaving a trail of blood and a shallow sword mark.

"Practice martial arts with external techniques?"

Because she often sparred with Si Ming, Murong Qing was extremely familiar with the external martial arts. Although her opponent's body was not as abnormal as the Jade-Clad Dharma Body, it was still quite remarkable that he could block her One Sword strike with 80% of his power.

It should be noted that she has now cultivated her Internal Cultivation to level seven, which is the level of a college student. According to statistics from the Su State government, only about two percent of the new generation can reach this level. If the older generation who did not have access to a good education are also included, the percentage is even lower.

The man with the flat nose had been through countless battles, pushing his limits by surviving life-or-death situations. However, his Internal Cultivation had only reached level eight, which was on the same level as level seven Internal Cultivation, differing only in quantity.

Admittedly, this was also because Murong Qing was not using the Moon God's Tear at this moment, but an ordinary longsword. Otherwise, with the power of a divine weapon, even if this One Sword could not cut the opponent in half, the cold air contained in the millennium-old ice would seep in through the wound and freeze the person—she was afraid of accidentally hurting innocent people, so she did not carry it with her.

The man with the flat nose roared, unleashing his inner energy and increasing his strength dramatically. In an instant, his blade flashed, slashing and hacking across the surrounding area, leaving no blind spots.

Murong Qing the ground with her toes, dodging the attack and choosing not to engage in a direct confrontation.

This kind of explosive technique that pushes the limits puts a huge strain on the body. It's a skill that only body-training martial artists can master, and it can only be used two or three times at most in a single battle, otherwise there's a risk of muscle tearing.

The man with the flat nose dipped his finger into a drop of blood from the wound on his waist, then licked it lightly with his tongue, chuckling, "Old Du, I've been with beautiful women, women as fiery as wild horses, and female students with excellent grades, but a woman as beautiful, fiery, and obviously intelligent as you is a first for me. If I miss this opportunity, I'll regret it for the rest of my life."

He thrust his lower abdomen forward, making an extremely lewd gesture, and then a small tent gradually bulged in his crotch.

Even with Murong Qing's mental fortitude far surpassing that of her peers, upon witnessing this scene, she couldn't help but exclaim in shame and anger, "You... you pervert!"

"Hahaha, what a man desires in life is nothing more than drinking the strongest liquor, riding the fastest horse, and having the wildest woman. Confucian School also says that food and sex are human nature. What's wrong with a man being perverted? It's boring to pretend to be a virtuous man. A woman as exquisite as you is a loss I can never recover from. I'm already tired of those ordinary, unremarkable women. Now I can't wait to see you submit to me, struggling and twisting!"

"I'm starting to regret it. I should have brought the Moon God's Tear... I was thinking before that you Tiger and Wolf Death School might Crimson Eye Society, but now it seems you're just as hopeless!"

With a flash, the longsword, like an angry dragon raising its head, pierced directly towards the opponent's lower abdomen.

The man with the flat nose laughed, thinking that this was exactly the move he had been waiting for. He immediately slashed diagonally downwards from Murong Qing's chest with his sword. Before the blade even arrived, it had already stirred up a gust of wind that spread several feet, perfectly blocking Murong Qing's sword path.

It turned out that during his probing, he had discovered that Murong Qing's strength was no less than his own. Even if she was slightly inferior in cultivation, the difference was far from decisive. If they were to fight all at once, the outcome would be uncertain. So he deliberately used some vulgar and obscene language to provoke her and force her to act impulsively. This was a common tactic used by martial arts practitioners against women.

Just as Murong Qing was about to fall into the trap, her graceful figure suddenly flashed, as if she had split into two people, bypassing the opponent's sword moves. Her sword trembled, twisting and turning unpredictably, like a swarm of snakes, stabbing towards the opponent's vital points.

"You little bitch, you're just playing along!"

The man with the flat nose was shocked, thinking that the other party had seen through his scheme and was deliberately pretending to be angry to deceive him. He hurriedly put away his knife to defend himself, but he had already lost the initiative and was put on the defensive, retreating step by step.

Murong Qing shifted sideways, her sword flashing upwards. The flat-nosed man hurriedly retreated, but Murong Qing like a ghost, turning to her side and unleashing three more sword strikes. The flat-nosed man had no choice but to retreat again. Murong Qing seized the initiative, launching a series of attacks, thrusting out more than ten sword strikes. Her opponent was unable to retaliate even once, only able to leap left and right, yelling angrily.

In fact, Murong Qing was truly enraged and originally intended to castrate her opponent with One Sword strike. However, the "Glacier Divine Art" she cultivated had the effect of calming the mind. Once activated, her anger vanished, and she calmed down the moment she drew her sword. By observing the details of her opponent's movements, she guessed the changes in the next move, thus reserving her strength and changing her move in time.

The two clashed fiercely. Murong Qing took advantage of the initiative and fully unleashed the Movement Method of the Vast Cold Immortal Sword Art. Like flowers falling in the wind or water flowing under the moon, the battle was beautiful, yet it gave people the feeling of dancing, captivating them without them even realizing it.

Although the man with the flat nose was at a disadvantage, he was experienced and had returned from the Ghost Gate several times. Therefore, he did not panic. After taking a few minor injuries from sword strikes, he regained his composure and then used all his Cultivation Body to fight steadily, trying to Foundation his opponent and wear him down until his momentum weakened.

Just then, a huge commotion came from the battle where Si Ming was fighting. He was thrown into the air and hit by a thunderous attack. The sound was earth-shattering. Even the two people who were fighting couldn't help but spare a moment of attention and glance over there.

Seeing this, the man with the flat nose had an idea and quickly said, "It seems your companion is doomed. Unless we give him immediate first aid, we might be able to keep him alive until the very end."

He thought that after saying that, the other party would definitely panic, be distracted by their companion, and lose their bearings.

Unexpectedly, Murong Qing completely unaffected, his One Sword becoming faster and faster, flashing with black light. He moved with the agility of a black dragon riding the clouds, and the two chased each other in a flurry of motion, rising and falling suddenly. The golden and silver light flickered and shone, reflecting the lightning in the sky.

Now the man with the flat nose was caught off guard, looking at the cold and beautiful face nearby, and asked in a panic, "You really don't care about your companion's life or death?"

"You talk too much nonsense."

Murong Qing the blade and thrust it diagonally at the wrist.

The man with the flat nose quickly leaped up diagonally, slashing horizontally with his long knife, sparks flying everywhere.

For a moment, the two men moved swiftly and fiercely, their swords flashing. In less than three rounds, blood suddenly splattered everywhere. The man with the flat nose staggered slightly and staggered back three steps. His eyes were wide open, full of disbelief. He looked down at his arm, where white mist rose from the wound where he had relied on his martial arts skills to withstand the sword strikes, and a thin layer of white frost covered it.

However, Murong Qing imbued the sword with his Glacier True Qi, which, while wounding his opponent, also channeled the cold energy into his body. Even if it couldn't cause any real damage, it could stiffen his muscles and slow his movements.

"Now, Nine Luminaries Sacred Radiance!"

Murong Qing her wrist nine times, instantly unleashing nine sword circles, each carrying a breathtakingly crystalline light that enveloped the flat-nosed man completely.

Immediately, within a few feet, two figures spun around wildly, their swords clashing, producing a series of clanging sounds, like hundreds of pearls falling onto a jade plate, with no clear order of who was ahead or behind.

After a snap of the fingers, the two passed each other. Murong Qing rushed behind the flat-nosed man. When she regained her balance, she casually sheathed her sword, looking incredibly dashing. As if in response to this finishing move, two streaks of blood Blink behind her, followed by her arms flying into the air before plunging into the sea with a splash.

"Ah--"

The man with the flat nose let out a miserable scream. His arms had been severed, and the cuts were covered with a layer of white frost. He staggered for a moment, then regained his balance.

"I'll take you down with me!"

He roared and charged at Murong Qing, but after taking only half a step, the white frost on his severed arm was burst open by the gushing blood, like a fire hydrant that had been turned on, and blood shot out for a full five meters.

Murong Qing turned around and said, "The last bit of cold energy is meant to stop your bleeding and save your life. As long as you don't move around, you'll be fine. But if you forcefully activate your power, it will cause your Qi and Blood to surge backward, melting the cold energy and causing massive blood loss."

He paused for a moment, then continued, "Even if you were so hopeless, I still wanted to give you a chance, but unfortunately you still didn't seize it."