Upon hearing this, Mo Xiyuan felt a sudden sense of unease.
She muttered to herself: How could this person smile at me for no reason? I don't even know him. He must be hiding a knife behind his smile!
Once this thought arises, it grows and spreads wildly in the heart like weeds.
Mo Xiyuan's eyes flickered, her mind repeating, "If I can't stop it, I won't die, right? I shouldn't, right? No, I shouldn't!"
With that thought, the spiritual energy around her surged forth, continuously converging on the arrow that was ready to be released.
Instantly, the flames shot up and burned fiercely.
The next second, Mo Xiyuan's eyes narrowed, and she decisively let go of his hand.
The arrow shot out, piercing the sky, carrying an indomitable momentum.
The surrounding air sizzled and crackled, as if one were inside a giant furnace.
Mo Xiyuan leaned forward slightly, craning her neck, her eyes fixed on the trajectory of the arrow.
Then, she eagerly turned her gaze to Nan Xunran, feeling both nervous and expectant.
She knew perfectly well that Nan Xunran would be able to catch the arrow; there was almost no doubt about it.
However, I'm still quite looking forward to it. Even just brushing against the hem of his clothes would be enough to prove that I'm far superior to the other prodigies.
You know, even the main characters in this game can't touch his clothes. If I could touch him, wouldn't that prove how awesome I am?
In sight, Nan Xunran leisurely raised his hand, and the Flowing Cloud Fan accurately blocked the oncoming arrow.
The arrow's fierce forward momentum was abruptly halted, as if firmly bound by an invisible, powerful force, preventing it from advancing even an inch.
Then, Nan Xunran his wrist and easily deflected the arrow without breaking a sweat.
The arrow flew to the side and crashed violently into the ground.
In an instant, sparks flew out, like fireworks exploding.
Immediately afterwards, Nan Xunran moved as if a gentle breeze had swept by, leaving only a blurry afterimage.
Mo Xiyuan had no time to be surprised; she reacted quickly and immediately drew her bow again.
A powerful surge of spiritual energy coursed through her, and with a solemn expression, she instantly conjured several arrows.
The arrows whistled out from all directions, like an impenetrable net, firmly blocking Nan Xunran's retreat.
Nan Xunran flicked his wrist and slowly tossed out the Flowing Cloud Fan.
The Flowing Cloud Fan spun and danced in the air, deflecting the arrows one by one with a series of crisp sounds.
At the same time, a giant arrow slowly materialized on the longbow in Mo Xiyuan's hand.
The flames around the arrow burned fiercely, the temperature more than twice as high as before, as if they could burn everything in the world to ashes.
Nan Xunran still didn't give her a chance to shoot, and in an instant, he moved in front of Mo Xiyuan, so fast that it was impossible to catch him.
Mo Xiyuan's expression suddenly changed, and an extremely strong sense of crisis surged in her heart, causing her to catch her breath.
The next second, the Flowing Cloud Fan pressed against her abdomen.
A violent force rushed into her body in an instant, as if her internal organs were being torn apart, and excruciating pain swept through her entire body.
With a muffled "pfft," Mo Xiyuan suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, the blood mist quickly spreading in the air like a layer of red gauze.
Her hands trembled uncontrollably as she struggled to lift them and slowly wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth.
Immediately afterwards, her knees buckled and she collapsed heavily to the ground.
Suddenly, a stubborn glint flashed in her eyes, and she twisted her fingers tightly, trying to grab Nan Xunran's clothes.
As soon as she made a move, she grinned, a smug smile spreading across her face. She thought to herself, "I'm probably the first person to get Nan Xunran covered in blood...?"
The next moment, Mo Xiyuan's expression suddenly froze.
Before her hand could even touch the hem of her clothes, it was stopped by an invisible barrier.
The moment she touched the barrier, a powerful recoil force surged forth.
Her hand jerked back as if it had been scorched by fire.
Mo Xiyuan instantly wore a pained expression, inwardly complaining, "We've already finished fighting, why is my spiritual energy still lingering around me?!"
"I was stopped by this barrier before I even touched him! Ahh, how can there be so much spiritual energy at my disposal?!"
Thinking this through, Mo Xiyuan clutched her stomach and sat down with difficulty.
Her face was deathly pale, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.
The pain surged like waves, one after another, relentlessly assaulting her nerves.
Mo Xiyuan looked at Nan Xunran, her heart filled with regret. "He went way too far. My feeling just now was right, he really is a wolf in sheep's clothing!"
She bit her lower lip, feeling a pang of regret: she shouldn't have set the pain level to 90% in the first place; it hurt way too much!!
Nan Xunran lowered her eyes, her gaze settling on Mo Xiyuan, who was slumped on the ground.
At this moment, the System Light Orb suddenly spoke up, "Host, host, this is one of the advantages of game players—they can take a beating!"