"How'd it go, little sis? Did you learn?" Meng Jingzhou leaped onto the treetop and downed the juice Meng Jingyu had been about to drink.
Meng Jingyu gave her brother a resentful look. After a while, she said, "Then why don't we open an underground gambling den and bet on Ning Fan winning?"
Meng Jingzhou waved a hand. "Our Meng household has officials and merchants working hand in glove, but we still can't break the law."
The little puppet's swordsmanship was exceptionally refined. Sun Chuanxian had seen many sword cultivators, but never one with such skill.
"Ice Dragons Take Flight!" Sun Chuanxian shouted, conjuring two ice dragons. They breathed icy blasts, freezing the ground and coating the leaves overhead with frost.
The little puppet kept swinging its wooden sword with a series of "hee-yahs," forming a crude sword domain around itself. Neither the dragons' breath nor the bitter cold could harm it!
"Ning Fan, I never expected you to have another trick like this up your sleeve!" Sun Chuanxian's opinion of Ning Fan had changed. They had fought so many times, yet Ning Fan had never revealed that he was a puppeteer. Now, in the arena, he'd even used the puppet's adorable appearance to fool him. What a schemer!
Ning Fan was surprised, too. He hadn't expected the little puppet to be such a good fighter. That five hundred thousand had been well spent.
"Looks like you're my biggest rival in this competition! With a trick like that, even Lu Yang would be in for a tough fight!"
The second round's matches were held simultaneously. Sun Chuanxian noticed Lu Yang, tied to a chair, watching them the whole time. That meant he thought highly of Ning Fan's puppet technique, too!
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