Wang Mi had become quite honest by now. She probably knew she had been caught by the tail, and could only rely on her strength to win her chance to remain in the sect. In truth, apart from claiming to be a Dao Venerable's disciple, Xing'er was simply a victim, so this match was unfair to her as well.
But since Wang Mi had been dragged into the water, this was also the perfect chance to punish her. The Aristocratic Clan had no way to openly seek revenge within the sect, but that did not mean they could not take revenge on an abandoned disciple. Whoever left would be in trouble, and Wang Mi had already offended the Aristocratic Clan too.
Wang Mi entered with a true sword. Since she knew this was a fight to the death, she would not hold back.
"Teacher Wang, you were Xing'er's instructor. Xing'er will let you have three moves, so please attack." Although Xing'er would not show leniency, that did not mean she failed to respect her teacher—even if the other party's discipleship was counted by class.
"Hmph, that's what you said!" Wang Mi was a drowning dog now, so how could she fail to seize this opportunity? She immediately thrust her sword straight at the core of Xing'er's meridians!
Clang, clang, clang!
The three swift swords came as fast as a gale, stabbing toward Xing'er. But Xing'er knew these sword techniques like the back of her hand. She moved rapidly, deflecting and countering with the force of four ounces to overcome a thousand pounds, then cleanly drew away her opponent's Sword Qi with Inch-Square Displacement. When Wang Mi's first move failed, she immediately launched her second!
"Desolate Sword Qi!" Wang Mi shouted. Sword Qi spun out behind her in streaks, and under