Damage Taken to the Fullest, Skills All Empty.

"What is that Steward Disciple doing, just dodging? Why hasn't she attacked yet?"

"Is she scared?"

"Looks like it. After all, her opponent is an inner disciple, and her cultivation is higher. This is no contest between a Steward Disciple and an inner disciple."

"Earlier, she looked so confident, I thought she was skilled. Turns out it's just this?"

"Boring, wasting our time."

"Wait, that woman's footwork is a bit strange. When she dodged the opponent's attacks, I couldn't even see her shadow!"

The onlookers around the arena discussed animatedly, most of them shaking their heads with amusement, not optimistic about Bai Lan.

Only the Enforcement Hall disciple sitting at the head of the table showed increased interest.

Others couldn't see it, but he could.

The gray-robed girl on the dueling stage wasn't just dodging; she was observing her opponent's moves. In fact, it was as if she were stealing her opponent's techniques.

"Is dodging all you can do!!!"

Long Aotian's grip on his sword hilt tightened, veins bulging. He realized he couldn't land a single hit on Bai Lan. She seemed to anticipate his every move.

It felt like punching cotton. His attacks couldn't connect, and his pent-up emotions had no outlet, which was incredibly infuriating.

It reminded Bai Lan of when she missed her ultimate in games. She could totally understand Long Aotian's feelings right now.

But sorry, damage that needs to be dodged still has to be dodged.

"If you're weak, train more. What's the point of raging in vain? Stop talking nonsense."

Long Aotian: "...Aaaah, I'll kill you!!!"

Anger made him lose his reason. Bai Lan's repeated jabs at his weak points caused his normally fluid swordsmanship to show subtle flaws.

After dodging another of Long Aotian's slashing attacks, Bai Lan conjured a water ball in her hand and hurled it directly at his face: "I gave you three moves earlier. Now it's my turn."

Long Aotian reacted quickly, dodging to the side. When he came to his senses, his pupils contracted.

Bai Lan's figure also vanished from her original spot in an instant. Long Aotian panicked for a moment, then felt a burning sensation from behind him.

Utilizing the Lesser Maze Steps, Bai Lan circled behind Long Aotian and slammed a Fireball Technique directly into his back. As he turned to dodge, several Golden Sword Techniques followed closely.

Once a weakness appears, one must strike first, corner the enemy, and finish them off.

Just as Long Aotian thought he had dodged a combo, vines quickly wrapped around his feet, firmly binding him in place.

The Entanglement Technique only lasted for a few breaths, but it was enough for Bai Lan to knock the long sword from his hand.

The sword clanged onto the ground. The outcome of the battle was already decided.

The spectators outside the arena were stunned.

Didn't that Steward Disciple just keep dodging? Why did she suddenly counterattack?

After a few colorful Mystical Techniques, how did Long Aotian's long sword end up on the ground?

The shift was too rapid, catching everyone off guard.

When Long Aotian tried to retrieve his sword from the ground, Bai Lan stepped on it and looked at him with a light laugh.

Long Aotian looked up at her, gritting his teeth, and said, "You! How can you know so many Mystical Techniques!"

How could an outer sect Steward Disciple have enough Contribution Points to exchange for so many Mystical Techniques, and master them within three months?

"Guess," Bai Lan smiled slightly, flicked her toe, and sent the sword under her foot flying into her hand. She examined it closely, "Hmm~ This sword is nice. How about I borrow it for a while?"

Long Aotian: "?"

With that, Bai Lan gripped the sword hilt and charged at Long Aotian.

The situation instantly reversed. The person who had been chasing and slashing at Bai Lan with a sword was now the one being chased and slashed.

Long Aotian's dodging movements appeared somewhat disheveled. Having suddenly lost his handy weapon, he became flustered, and in his haste, he quickly sustained several injuries.

The Enforcement Hall disciple watching from afar had a glint in his eyes.

The swordsmanship Bai Lan used was exactly like the swordsmanship Long Aotian had just used.

This young girl is quite interesting.

"You! You!!!" Long Aotian gritted his teeth in anger, but could only dodge. He tried countless times to retrieve his sword.

Of course, he could tell Bai Lan was using his moves. Although she executed them with slight imperfections, it was enough to drive Long Aotian mad.

All his moves had been dodged cleanly by the opponent, not dealing any damage.

Now, he found that his skills had been stolen by the opponent, though not perfectly.

The damage was minimal, but the insult was immense.

"I told you long ago, opposing me is not a wise decision," Bai Lan said with a smile, shaking her head.

"You just wait! Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river..."

"Don't bully a young man in his poverty?" Bai Lan finished his line for him: "You've said that to me so many times, can't you say something new? My ears are practically growing calluses from hearing it."

"Damn it!!!"

Long Aotian roared in fury, clenching his fists, gathering lightning, and smashing a punch towards Bai Lan.

"Your temperament is too poor. I only said a few words to you, and you're already this agitated." Bai Lan's figure instantly vanished from her spot, reappearing behind Long Aotian in the blink of an eye.

With her long sword held at Long Aotian's neck, she looked at his disbelieving expression and shook her head faintly. "With your current strength, you can't even entertain me."

Actually, she had gained quite a bit from this fight, but seeing Long Aotian enraged, driven mad, and utterly powerless was truly delightful.

"You have already lost."

Dropping the long sword onto the dueling platform, Bai Lan turned and left, her retreating figure still graceful.

"In three months! I will challenge you to a fight to the death again!" Long Aotian gritted out.

Bai Lan didn't turn around, merely stating coldly, "The loser is not qualified to make demands."

"You! I can use Spirit Stones to bet with you!" Long Aotian said in a deep voice.

Bai Lan's steps halted.

Very good. After suffering several setbacks, although Long Aotian hadn't found Bai Lan's weakness, he had already figured out her preferences quite well.

He knew she liked Spirit Stones.

"Do you really want to be beaten by me this much?" Bai Lan chuckled. "Fine, you're asking for it, so don't blame me. Next time you want to get beaten, remember to bring enough Spirit Stones. I don't like wasting time on irrelevant people and matters, but Spirit Stones are another story."

In truth, the Spiritual Energy within her was almost depleted.

Fortunately, Long Aotian had already lost his will to fight, otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to keep up the pretense.

The System broke out in a cold sweat and breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, it increasingly felt that the art style of this plot was going increasingly awry.

It seemed its host had stolen Long Aotian's spotlight?

Strange, very strange.

"Nephew, please stay. If you have free time, you can come to the Law Enforcement Hall for a chat."

A clear, magnetic voice suddenly echoed in her mind. Bai Lan looked up and scanned the murmuring crowd, finally fixing her gaze on the person at the head of the assembly.