The End

Hua Qiang stood to the side with his arms crossed, watching the final battle between Zhao Zhiqing and Lan Zizhu.

Although he did not join the battle, he put immense psychological pressure on Lan Zizhu.

Her movements became noticeably slower, and even her fighting spirit seemed to wane.

Zhao Zhiqing naturally sensed the changes in her opponent. In addition, Hua Qiang defeated Jia Bin, and she, who was originally a little tired, suddenly became energetic and increased her output.

Call--

A strong wind gathered, and sand and stones flew everywhere, making it almost impossible to open one's eyes.

Dark clouds rapidly gathered and piled up in the sky, accompanied by a constant rumble of thunder and Thunderclap.

Splash...

A sudden downpour occurred.

The rain poured down, and steam rose from the bluestone arena.

Lan Zizhu held the Ice Soul Silver Whip, the tip of which gleamed with a cold, eerie blue light.

Jia Bing's defeat struck her like a heavy hammer, leaving her flustered and her palms sweating.

Zhao Zhiqing, however, was greatly encouraged. She drew her twin swords into a sword ridge over ten feet long, the tips of which emitted a crimson-gold light, splitting the rain curtain in two.

"Prepare to die!"

Zhao Zhiqing touched the ground with her toes and her figure transformed into a streak of light as she rushed forward.

The two swords crossed and slashed down with a thunderous roar, creating a Thunderclap explosion in the air.

Lan Zizhu's pupils shrank suddenly, and the silver whip coiled towards the sword's edge like a serpent, but the moment it touched the sword, the whip was scorched and cracked.

She hurriedly retreated, her boots scraping against the wet, slippery ring with a screeching sound.

Zhao Zhiqing pressed her advantage relentlessly, her Longsword arcing through the air as she unleashed seven sword shadows simultaneously.

Lan Zizhu gritted her teeth, and suddenly the silver whip trembled, sending Ice Prisms shooting out from the whip. When they collided with the sword shadow, they burst into a dazzling light.

However, Zhao Zhiqing sneered, and the sword suddenly burst into blazing flames, instantly vaporizing the Ice Prisms shards. The heat wave, carrying the Sword Qi, rushed straight to her face.

Lan Zizhu narrowly dodged to the side, but a large piece of her clothes was sliced off her shoulder by the Sword Qi, and blood mingled with the rainwater and splashed everywhere.

She was shocked; Zhao Zhiqing was so powerful that she had far exceeded her expectations of her.

Seeing their relentless, tidal wave of attacks, he suddenly changed his stance with his silver whip, transforming it into a dense net of whip shadows.

Zhao Zhiqing's twin swords trembled, cleaving through the whip net and aiming straight for his throat!

At the critical moment, Lan Zizhu spun around and lashed out with her silver whip. The end of the whip wrapped around a stone pillar at the edge of the arena, and she used the force to swing away.

Zhao Zhiqing's sword tip grazed her ear, shaving off a few strands of her hair.

Before Lan Zizhu could regain her footing, Zhao Zhiqing had already lunged forward, her left sword aimed at Lan Zizhu's lower body, while her right sword thrust diagonally into Lan Zizhu's chest.

Lan Zizhu was forced to parry with her whip, but a crisp "crack" was heard, and the Ice Soul Silver Whip was actually cut in half by the whip!

Lan Zizhu, who had just removed her weapon, looked pale and quickly used her movement technique to dodge the opponent's attack.

Zhao Zhiqing pressed forward relentlessly, her twin swords transforming into a rain of blades that forced her to the edge of the arena.

A ruthless glint flashed in Lan Zizhu's eyes. Suddenly, she bit her tongue, spitting out a mouthful of blood essence, and used Forbidden Technique.

Suddenly, a chilling aura surged around her, instantly covering the entire arena with Ice Prisms as she attempted a desperate counterattack.

However, Zhao Zhiqing had already anticipated this move. The two swords clashed, and a golden pillar of light shot into the sky.

The golden light collided with the cold air, creating a violent explosion that sent shockwaves surging outwards, stirring up wind and rain.

Lan Zizhu staggered backward in the aftershocks of the explosion, her clothes soaked in blood, and black blood spilled from the corner of her mouth—the backlash from the Forbidden Technique had severed her meridians.

"It's over!"

Zhao Zhiqing's eyes flashed with a cold light. She merged her two swords, and a golden sword beam tens of feet long pierced through the air.

Lan Zizhu tried to dodge, but found that her legs were no longer under her control.

The sword's edge pierced her left shoulder, and the immense impact sent her flying, crashing heavily into the corner of the arena, splashing up a large spray of water.

Lan Zizhu struggled to get up, but found that her Spiritual Power was dissipating and she was in excruciating pain from her wounds.

Zhao Zhiqing walked over slowly, lifted the woman's chin with the tip of her sword, and said calmly, "You lost!"

Lan Zizhu gave a bitter laugh, spat out a mouthful of blood, and could no longer hold on. She slowly closed her eyes, saying with great resentment, "You've lost your luck!"

Zhao Zhiqing's lips curled up slightly as she said, "Luck is also a part of strength!"

The torrential rain washed over the arena, gradually erasing the traces of this thrilling battle.

This duel is not only a contest of strength, but also a clash of wisdom and courage.

The thunderstorm gradually subsided, and the dark clouds slowly dispersed. The smoke rising from the arena was even more dazzling than the rain.

When Zhao Zhiqing sheathed her sword and stood there, her figure reflected in everyone's eyes, the spectator stands suddenly erupted into a Thunderclap uproar, the sound like giant waves in the sea, layer upon layer, continuous and endless.

"Fellow disciples, did you see that Thunderfire Blaze move?"

I spent three months copying sword techniques in the library, but I still couldn't grasp the secret of the fusion of thunder and fire!

The disciple in the green robe clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white.

"Senior Sister Lan's Ice Soul Whip, renowned for its indestructibility, was actually severed by a single sword strike!"

Beside him, a female disciple in a green dress repeatedly patted her chest with her small hands, her voice trembling with lingering fear, and said, "Senior Sister Lan and Senior Sister Zhao truly deserve to be called the pride of heaven; their strength is so great that it makes the world pale in comparison..."

The disciple in the green robe stole glances at his movements and swallowed hard.

A commotion suddenly broke out in the crowd, and several Outer Sect Disciple craned their necks, their faces flushed.

"I just saw Ice Crystal Dao Seal appear in the air when Senior Sister Lan used the Forbidden Technique!"

Such supernatural power is something many high-ranking members of sects might not be able to master. Senior Sister Lan truly deserves to be my Goddess!

Before he could finish speaking, he was pulled down by the collar. "Keep your voice down! How dare you discuss the abilities of the sect's higher-ups?"

It sounds like Senior Sister Lan isn't some Goddess -like figure; I use her to comfort my five brothers every midnight.

In the corner, several female disciples wiped away tears with red eyes. Among them, a girl with pigtails sobbed, "When Senior Sister Lan used the Ice Soul Art at the end, I thought she was going to turn the tide..."

Her companion slammed his hand on the pole beside him. "What do you know! Senior Sister Lan's strength lies in the exquisite nature of her techniques, but Senior Sister Zhao overcame skill with brute force. That's the true meaning of 'the great way is simple'!"

As the two argued, people gathered around, and soon they split into two factions, arguing heatedly.

"Look!" someone suddenly shouted, and everyone's eyes turned to the arena.

Zhao Zhiqing was bending down to examine Lan Zizhu's injuries. Rain dripped down her soaked temples, but it couldn't hide the fierce and heroic spirit in her eyes.

A chorus of gasps rose from the crowd. One disciple murmured, "No wonder Master said that a true master isn't just someone who wields a sword; they also understand tolerance and respect for their opponent..."

Seeing the scene on stage, Liu Piaoxu smiled and nodded to herself, then glanced at Wu Hongxiao out of the corner of her eye.

At this moment, Wu Hongxiao's face was extremely pale, and her chest heaved rapidly, as if a demon was hiding inside, wanting to burst through her magnificent chest and come out.