The Si Clan's Hidden Trouble (Continued)

Tiger-Form Coil, Elephant-Form Coil, Bird-Form Coil, Turtle-Form Coil, Pure Yang Coil, Primal Yin Coil...

Guan Chong unleashed the Innate Twelve Coils, firmly suppressing Si Shuiyun. His steps spiraled and circled, his whole body twisting, looking like a pretzel, as if all the bones in his body had detached from the skeleton and could be driven separately.

Now everyone could see that Si Shuiyun was at a disadvantage. She was on the defensive, but she couldn't shake off Guan Chong. Putting everything else aside, she had already lost in terms of martial arts. If it weren't for the ten-move limit, there would be no need to watch this fight anymore; the result was already clear.

Her only chance to turn the tide now is to survive ten moves.

"How could this be? Xiao Yun's comprehension of the 'Water Moon Precious Mirror' is second to none in the clan. In the past, apart from the ancestor, even if the elders of the clan could defeat her, they could not completely suppress her. But now she is completely helpless. Is this Guan Chong really that strong?"

Si Jingyue's face paled as she watched the battle unfold.

Si Jingyu stared at Guan Chong, his eyes blazing, and slowly said, "It's not a difference in cultivation level, but rather that this man named Guan Chong is too familiar with our 'Water Moon Precious Mirror.' Shuiyun's reactions were all within his expectations, especially in close combat. The movements of her muscles couldn't escape his notice. As soon as Shuiyun made a move, he guessed what her next move would be and knew how to deal with it."

Si Jingyue murmured, "How is this possible? How could an outsider like him know so much about the 'Water Moon Precious Mirror'?"

Si Jingyu pondered for a moment, then beckoned to a maid beside her and whispered the task in her ear.

The maid nodded and immediately ran towards the ancestral home of the Water Mirror Manor.

The fight continued, with the two sides entangled in a battle that was anything but exciting. It resembled a street brawl, with them twisting and turning each other's legs, sometimes hooking together, sometimes kicking and shoving each other. The street thugs were fighting more fiercely than the two men.

Si Shuiyun was unwilling to compete with Guan Chong in soft skills because she knew that with his Silk-Coiling Hand, it would inevitably turn into close combat. And a man and a woman entangled together would never be a pleasant thing for her. Of course, given the current situation, she couldn't afford to be distracted by such trivial matters.

In martial arts combat, the most intense is the clash of strength against strength, with every punch landing with a visceral impact, enough to get on the blood's veins. While the clash between strength and gentleness is not as intense, the contest between these two opposing attributes is still more visually appealing. The clash between gentleness and gentleness is the most boring, because the exciting part is all beneath the surface, while the surface appears calm and peaceful.

However, this is only what laymen see. Almost everyone present is an expert, so they would not have such a ridiculous view. The contest between soft and soft is the most demanding in terms of skill, and the most dangerous of all is the entanglement. It can be said that every step is fraught with danger. If you take the wrong step, you will immediately fall into an abyss.

The two men resembled a battlefield; if one of them were replaced by a water buffalo, it would likely dismember them in no time. The strength in their hands surpassed even that of a butcher's cleaver.

The two exchanged seven moves, and Si Shuiyun was still unable to shake off her opponent. However, she felt more at ease because they had already exchanged two moves before they became entangled. Therefore, if she persisted for just one more move, she could win without a fight.

Suddenly, Guan Chong spoke up, "If we can just survive one more move, we can obtain it, right?"

Si Shuiyun was slightly startled when her thoughts were exposed.

"That's why you're destined to lose!"

Guan Chong's Guan Chong technique suddenly slowed down, moving in large circles with incredible lightness, the exact opposite of the previous silk-reeling movement. He used a grabbing and seizing move, then twisted his waist and rotated, using the centrifugal force generated by his rotation to deflect Si Shuiyun's force, merging the two forces into one, and then rebounding back. This was the essence of using someone else's force against them.

Si Shuiyun never expected that her opponent, who had been trying to entangle her, would suddenly turn the tables at the last moment. Her own strength was borrowed by her opponent, and she was instantly thrown out. No matter how she twisted her body in the air and desperately urged her power, she could not counteract the force of the throw. She was thrown more than 30 meters away and fell into the crowd, where she was caught by a member of her clan.

Guan Chong, looking at Si Jingyu on the platform, and said arrogantly with a hint of provocation, "Exactly ten moves, no more, no less."

Si Jingyu expressionless, showing no anger despite the provocation, and no one could discern her thoughts at that moment.

A moment later, Si Shuiyun returned to Si Jingyu's side, bowing her head and saying, "I'm sorry, Miss, I lost."

If it were a life-or-death struggle, she might still have a chance to fight again, but in a martial arts sparring match, she has been completely defeated.

"It's alright, you should go and heal your wounds first."

Although it wasn't outwardly apparent, Si Shuiyun had already suffered multiple muscle strains and even bone and tendon injuries during the previous entanglement. After all, her cultivation level was inferior to her opponent's, and in close combat, the clash of their internal energies would inevitably put her at a disadvantage.

Guan Chong, sitting in the audience, added, "Does your manor have any other experts in the 'Water Moon Precious Mirror'? If so, I wouldn't mind another match."

This provocation, a blatant disregard for the Si Clan, aroused righteous indignation among the clansmen, who volunteered one after another, thinking that even if they lost, they could at least wear down the opponent's strength.

At this moment, Guan Chong added, "But next time, I won't hold back. Swords have no eyes; if you're not prepared to risk your life, don't go looking for trouble."

These words immediately scared the clansmen who had volunteered back. In terms of martial arts, there were very few in the clan who could reliably defeat Si Shuiyun, and almost all of them were elders over fifty years old. Sending them into the fray would be tantamount to bullying the weak, which was no less than admitting defeat and would also make them a laughingstock.

But if it were someone under thirty, going on the field would almost be tantamount to suicide.

The Si Clan are disciples of the Shaman School, and dancing is their main profession. Therefore, they don't have many martial arts masters, but they are full of dance masters. After all, in peacetime, not everyone likes to practice martial arts.

If the Si Clan were to face annihilation right now, everyone might fight to the death, knowing it would mean certain death. But with Si Jingyu, a master with superior strength to Si Shuiyun, there is still hope of victory. Therefore, no one had the idea of volunteering to die.

However, there is one exception.

In a corner of the Si Clan's seating area, a blonde girl stood up, about to step towards the center to fight, but was stopped in time by a beautiful woman next to her.

"What do you want to do? Stay put!"

The blonde girl gritted her teeth and pleaded, "Mother, only my martial arts skills surpass Si Shuiyun's here. Please let me fight."

"Is this the time for you to show off? Even if you win, what good will it do? You'll just be doing all the work for someone else. Do you think that mother and daughter will thank you? Now sit back down!"

"Mother, now is not the time for infighting. As the Book of Songs says, 'Brothers may quarrel within the walls, but they unite to defend against external threats.' Even if you want to regain the position of clan leader, you must first protect the Si Clan. Otherwise, what is the point of becoming the clan leader if the Si Clan family is already broken?"

"The position of clan leader is the most important thing! I just want to reclaim what is rightfully mine; I don't care about anything else. Whether it's in ruins or at its peak, it makes no difference to me. I just want that position!"

The beautiful woman said in an almost frenzied voice, "The clan's crisis is our opportunity. Don't worry, the Si Clan won't be destroyed, and those powerful Aristocratic Clan and tycoons have no intention of doing anything to our Si Clan. Even if we lose this battle, we'll only suffer some Primal Qi. We can use this as an excuse to question that mother and daughter, making them take responsibility. If we handle it well, we might even be able to force them to step down!"

The blonde girl pleaded, "Mother, we are also part of the Si Clan. How can we let our personal feelings interfere..."

"Shut up! If you're still my daughter, sit down! If you dare to fight, then I don't exist as your mother!"

The beautiful woman interrupted with a stern tone and a cold look, proving that she was not joking.

The blonde girl bit her lip, her face showing signs of tears. Finally, she sat back down sadly, covering her face with her hands, as if she felt ashamed to face anyone and did not want to see what was about to happen.

"Looks like there's no one left. The word 'bloodthirstiness' ultimately has nothing to do with women, hahaha..."

Guan Chong into laughter, not caring at all whether he would anger the Si Clan. In fact, he deliberately wanted to provoke Si Clan.

Many members of the Si Clan became bloodthirsty and lost their minds. Regardless of their chances of winning, they volunteered to fight one after another to Si Jingyu.