Team Battle

Misty Peak, a magnificent palace.

This is Feng Yuliu Liu Piaoxu's dojo. Zhao Zhiqing, as her Personal Disciple and her last disciple, was granted special permission to reside here.

It is evident that Liu Piaoxu favored her, which aroused dissatisfaction among her other disciples, but they dared not show it on the surface.

Zhao Zhiqing sat blankly on a chair, looking dejected. Liu Piaoxu offered a few words of comfort and then left on her own.

His disciple was very competitive. She was defeated by Lan Zizhu on the Ascension Road, which was a great blow to her.

I'm feeling down and still can't get over this.

She didn't want to offer too much advice. As a cultivator, if one doesn't even have this much resilience, how can one defy fate, break the shackles of heaven and earth, cultivate the supreme Dao, live as long as heaven and earth, or even surpass them?

It was unclear how much time had passed before Zhao Zhiqing's depressed mood gradually subsided.

His hands were clenched into fists, and a resolute look appeared on his face.

The two are currently tied 1-1. Ai Tian still has a crucial match to play, and she will definitely not allow herself to lose to her opponent again, nor will she disappoint those who care about her.

Tingyu Xiaozhu

"Brother, it's such a pity about Senior Sister Tian. If she had persisted a little longer, this battle might have ended much earlier," Wenren Yu said with great regret.

"Hehe!"

Hua Qiang smiled and said, "This requires not only strength but also luck."

Perhaps that Spider Demoness demon was a little luckier than her senior sister.

Judging from the situation at the time, both of them had reached their limit, but for some unknown reason, the senior sister suddenly fell down.

But it doesn't matter, there's still Ai Tian's team battle, right?

"I will help her realize her dream and elevate her to the throne of Saintess."

"Um!"

Wenren Yu nodded, then waved his small fist and said firmly, "I believe you can do it, brother!"

Then, as if she had thought of something, she looked worried and said, "Brother, you must be careful, Jia Bing is, after all, True Immortal Realm."

We must not be careless; we must be wary of him resorting to any underhanded tactics.

Hua Qiang nodded and said, "Okay, I'll be careful."

Nothing happened overnight, and the third battle in the competition for the Saintess —the team battle—which everyone had been eagerly anticipating, arrived on time.

On the martial arts stage in the sect square, Hua Qiang, Zhao Ziqing, Lan Zizhu, and Jia Bing stood facing each other, waiting for the referee to give the instructions.

Lan Zizhu wore a fitted purple dress that perfectly accentuated her stunning figure, making the eyes of those men linger on her, unwilling to look away.

Jia Bing, standing to the side, would glance at it every now and then, a hint of tears welling up at the corner of her mouth.

She looked at Zhao Zhiqing with a charming and alluring expression, and even gave Hua Qiang a few flirty glances.

"Oh my, Zhiqing, did you sleep well last night?"

You must have had a good dream!

Judging from your current appearance, it seems you haven't fully recovered from yesterday's defeat!

"Hey Tian, do you want me to go easy on you and let you lose more gracefully?"

Of course, if you can be perceptive enough to admit defeat, that would be the best outcome.

After all, swords have no eyes. If we start fighting, and my sister doesn't hold back, it would be bad if she hurt you.

And you, my little sweetheart brother, oh my, you're so handsome, I can't bear to hurt you.

To prevent your little sweetheart from getting hurt, Zhiqing, you should just admit defeat!

"The arena battle will begin soon. If you hurt your sister's hand, she'll be heartbroken!"

"You, shut your stinking mouth!"

Zhao Zhiqing was so enraged by Lan Zizhu's words that she was furious.

That's ridiculous, it's like he can't beat her.

And he keeps bringing up Hua Qiang, is he his little lover's younger brother?

She really wanted Hua Qiang to be her lover, but she wasn't ready to make the move yet.

Hua Qiang glanced at Lan Zizhu, his expression a half-smile.

This woman is very cunning; she actually used psychological tactics to disrupt Zhao Zhiqing's mind and affect her combat performance before the battle even started.

Jia Bing looked at Hua Qiang with an unfriendly expression, which even carried a certain meaningful undertone.

"Now I announce the rules for the third round of the battle to Saintess Contest of Cloud and Water: This battle is only about winning or losing, not about life or death!"

Both sides must stop short of killing each other; otherwise, they will be disqualified from competing for the title!

The match begins!

As soon as the referee finished speaking, the momentum of both sides suddenly increased, and the atmosphere on the field became tense.

The tens of thousands of spectators were also silent at this moment, their eyes fixed on the arena.

"Take this!"

The two teams seemed to have agreed beforehand, and the women fought against the women, and the men against the men, and they began to fight in pairs.

Lan Zizhu and Zhao Zhiqing were also very in sync, immediately unleashing their ultimate moves and killing blows, without any intention of testing each other.

His attack was ruthless, as if he intended to kill his opponent.

At this moment, Jia Bing also brandished his long spear. With a tremor of the spearhead, the Nine Points of Cold Gate suddenly appeared in the air and then shot towards Hua Qiang.

Hua Qiang dodged the attack of the nine points of cold light with a flash of his figure, and swung his Thunderclap Saber Sword diagonally, carrying a string of fire and lightning, towards Jia Bing.

On the blue stone arena, the sword light shone like a silver dragon soaring into the sky.

Zhao Zhiqing drew her Longsword, creating seven sword ridges, aiming straight for Lan Zizhu's throat.

With a shout, Lan Zizhu brought down her large sword with a thunderous crash. The sword and the blade collided, unleashing a blinding burst of flames.

Before Zhao Zhiqing could finish her attack, Lan Zizhu's long whip struck like a serpent, the tip of the whip whistling as it aimed straight for her face.

Zhao Zhiqing touched the ground with her toes and retreated Longsword, swinging her long sword repeatedly to deflect the whip.

Knowing that the Lan Zizhu was powerful and that she could not fight it head-on, she used her skill to maneuver around it.

In a flash of sword light, she found an opening and thrust her sword at Lan Zizhu's waist and abdomen.

Lan Zizhu neither dodged nor evaded, but instead used her large sword to block the blade, her long whip wrapping around the sword, and exerted force to try to snatch the Longsword from Zhao Zhiqing's hand.

On the other side, Jia Bing's spear shot out like a poisonous dragon from its lair, aiming straight for Hua Qiang's heart.

Hua Qiang Thunderclap Saber across, his body colliding with the gun barrel, producing a deafening roar.

Jia Bing changed his stance, and the spear tip pierced Hua Qiang's vital points like raindrops.

Hua Qiang's sword flashed, blocking all the gunshots. Lightning crackled on the Thunderclap Saber, each shot carrying the force of a thunderbolt.

With a flick of his spear, Jia Bing's spear tip transformed into pear blossoms, blocking Hua Qiang's retreat.

Instead of retreating, Hua Qiang advanced, unleashing a dazzling bolt of Thunderclap Saber that aimed directly at Jia Bing's face.

Jia Bing hurriedly holstered his gun to parry, but the immense impact sent him staggering back several steps. Hua Qiang pressed his advantage, unleashing a lightning-fast attack, each strike potentially fatal.

On the arena, sword light, shadows, whip wind, and spear gleam intertwined, and shouts of battle shook the heavens.

Zhao Zhiqing's Longsword was entangled, her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, and a sharp sword appeared in her left center, suddenly thrusting out.

Lan Zizhu quickly withdrew her whip and retreated to avoid the attack.

The two men moved with agility and precision, each strike potentially fatal.

Hua Qiang and Jia Bing clashed head-on, their guns exchanging fire and sparks flying, creating a truly awe-inspiring scene.

The four fought with increasing ferocity, and the battle became increasingly intense.

Looking around the arena, the disciples were all burning with excitement, even rubbing their hands together, wishing they could also go up on stage and fight.