Sentient Mountain Flowers, Endless Blades

Yokoyama Eiko's eyes darted around, a sly glint in her dark, gem-like pupils.

In an instant, a charming smile bloomed on her face like a flower, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, revealing two charming dimples.

Then, a voice as melodious as a Huang Ying's song drifted from her cherry-like lips. "Mr. Hua Qiang, have you fallen for me? If you like Miss Hua Qiang, you might want to consider it!"

Upon hearing this, Hua Qiang was stunned and thought to himself, "Oh no! This woman doesn't play by the rules."

Cold sweat instantly beaded on his forehead, and he quickly waved his hand, as if speaking to someone.

"No, I didn't. Don't talk nonsense, miss. We're in a competition right now. If you keep talking like this, don't blame me for not giving you another chance."

Yokoyama Eiko, however, was not bothered at all. She laughed as if she had heard the funniest joke in the world.

She laughed so hard she bent over, her long, ink-black hair swaying with her movements.

Her voluptuous breasts were particularly eye-catching, their undulating curves almost blinding Hua Qiang.

Hua Qiang quickly looked away, silently reminding himself not to be bewitched by this woman.

"If that's the case, then let me, Yokoyama Eiko, give you a taste of my gentleness."

Yokoyama Eiko's voice remained gentle, yet it carried an imposing presence that could not be underestimated.

She slowly stretched out her hands and grasped the hilt of the knife, which was inlaid with four gems of different colors, shimmering with a mysterious light in the sunlight.

She gently raised her knife, drawing a strange arc in front of her, an arc that seemed to contain some mysterious power, leaving a faint shadow in the air.

Then, her body twisted and turned with the movement of the knife, her graceful figure like a butterfly dancing in the air.

The next moment, she softly uttered. "The four seasons' illusions kill the sentient mountain peaks with endless blades."

As soon as he finished speaking, Hua Qiang felt the scenery before him change, as if an invisible force had pulled him into another world.

He found himself in a large valley, where spring was in full bloom, and the surrounding mountains seemed to be covered with green silk, lush and verdant.

In the valley, the mountains and fields were covered with rhododendrons, their red blossoms as red as fire, so vibrant they seemed to drip blood.

A gentle breeze blows, and Yu'er sways softly, like a red ocean rolling.

At that moment, a strange fragrance filled the valley. The fragrance was like a pair of gentle hands, gently caressing Hua Qiang's senses, making him feel like he was about to be intoxicated. His eyelids became heavier and heavier, and he even had an urge to find a place to sleep.

However, the style of the scene changed abruptly the next moment.

The crimson petals covering the mountains and fields detached from the pistils one by one and floated slowly in the air.

The petals fluttered and danced, like a group of red Elves, drifting towards Hua Qiang.

At this moment, a metallic sharpness emanated from Yu, a murderous aura, cold and bone-chilling.

Hua Qiang suddenly woke up, his mind reeling. "Holy crap!"

Instantly, all the petals transformed into incredibly sharp blades, densely packed and raining down on him at breakneck speed.

The blade flashed, and under the sunlight, it resembled a crimson lightning bolt, exuding a menacing aura.

Although Hua Qiang was surprised, he remained completely calm.

With a wave of his hand, a huge vortex appeared in front of him, with clouds spinning rapidly inside, making a whooshing sound.

A tremendous suction force erupted from the vortex, drawing in all the Yu Dao blades covering the entire mountainside.

The blades seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, flying towards the vortex and eventually entering it.

As the last piece of the Jade Blade was sucked into the vortex, the valley where the Spring Jade was in full bloom instantly lost its springtime charm.

The once vibrant and beautiful hibiscus flowers have vanished, leaving only a desolate wasteland.

The valley exploded and turned into nothingness, and Hua Qiang's consciousness returned to the arena.

Somewhat surprised, he looked at the other woman; this woman actually possessed such a powerful illusion attack!

This piqued his interest, and his eyes gleamed with excitement. He wanted to see what other amazing tricks Yokoyama Eiko had up her sleeve; the match seemed to be getting more and more interesting.

A hint of surprise flashed across Yokoyama Eiko's face as she looked at Hua Qiang with her beautiful eyes, before revealing a stunning, even infatuated, smile.

"Hua Qiang, you are truly powerful, and I am captivated by you. If you can defeat me, I, Yokoyama Eiko, am willing to follow you for the rest of my life, serve you, bear you sons and daughters, and then follow in your footsteps to conquer the Sea of Stars!"

Hua Qiang's lips twitched twice. This woman was really stirring things up!

Doesn't she know that her wife is standing below the ring watching?

This woman did it on purpose!

Just as he was about to say something, Yokoyama Eiko launched her second attack—"The Heaven-Connecting Lotus Leaves, Boundless Jade!"

Hua Qiang felt the scenery before him suddenly change, as if he were in the middle of a vast and boundless lake.

On the lake surface, lotus leaves spread out in abundance, seemingly without end.

Each lotus leaf is round and plump, like a jade plate carefully carved by nature. They are gently laid flat on the mirror-like water surface, swaying slightly with the ripples caused by the breeze, like whispering secrets.

The green of the lotus leaves was so lush it seemed to overflow, like a precious emerald, reflecting a mesmerizing brilliance under the sunlight.

This vibrant green is refreshing and invigorating, as if it can dispel all the gloom in the world.

However, within this intoxicating green, there was a hint of heat, like the scorching summer sun, a kind of unsettling atmosphere, as if foreshadowing an impending storm.

The style of the painting suddenly changed. The originally quiet lotus leaves seemed to be endowed with a mysterious and terrifying power. They suddenly rose up from the ground, broke free from the restraint of the lake water, and floated straight into the air.

In an instant, the sky around Hua Qiang was filled with lotus leaves, layer upon layer, enveloping Hua Qiang completely like an airtight green cage.

What's even more chilling is that these lotus leaves quickly transformed as they fluttered, turning into crescent-shaped blades radiating a chilling green light.

Each scimitar was like a messenger of death, emanating a suffocating killing intent. A chilling aura, almost tangible, swept towards Hua Qiang, as if to freeze his very soul.

Immediately afterwards, countless crescent-shaped blades rained down on Hua Qiang, their gleaming blades weaving together to form a deadly net, blocking all of Hua Qiang's escape routes.

Upon seeing this, Hua Qiang felt a chill run down his spine and thought to himself, "Damn it, what the hell is this? This killing move is too terrifying."

Fortunately, I'm a powerful Emperor Realm expert. If I were at the same level as that woman, or even Martial Emperor Realm one level higher, I probably wouldn't be able to withstand such a devastating attack!

After a brief moment of astonishment, Hua Qiang extended his hand and slowly clenched his fist. The moment his otherwise ordinary hand clenched his fist, it emitted a dazzling light, as if endless power was gathering within it.

Immediately, Hua Qiang unleashed a powerful punch, a punch containing World-destroying power, like the Chaos erupting at the beginning of the universe.

"Bang!"

A deafening explosion suddenly erupted in the air, as if the entire world was trembling.

A gigantic golden fist appeared in the air, resembling a golden sun, radiating boundless light, its power seemingly capable of utterly destroying the entire world.

Faced with this invincible power, the countless crescent-shaped blades surrounding Hua Qiang were as fragile as paper, instantly reduced to ashes by the impact of this punch, leaving not even a trace behind, only the deafening roar echoing between heaven and earth.