A Battle Neither Will Yield!

"Clang!"

The crisp clash of metal rang out across the empty mountain path.

With nothing more than a casual sweep of her Golden Battle Spear, Wen Qingxuan easily knocked away the Sharp Arrow, which was powerful enough to pierce rock, sending sparks flying.

In the next instant, she tapped the ground with her toes and shot forward like a golden phoenix.

The spear tip trembled, transforming into a sky full of Spear Shadows that completely sealed off all of Bing Tianxiao's escape routes.

"So fast!"

Bing Tianxiao's pupils shrank. His footsteps shifted, and he narrowly dodged the sharp Spear Light.

Several strands of black hair were sliced off by the force of the wind and drifted through the air.

After just one exchange, Bing Tianxiao felt immense pressure.

This woman is even stronger than I imagined!

The Golden Battle Spear's attacks flowed without end. Her wide, powerful swings were also unbelievably vicious and tricky, leaving him no chance to create distance and fire his arrows.

"Tsk, did this woman grow up eating gunpowder?"

Bing Tianxiao cursed inwardly while dodging in a sorry state.

If this keeps up, forget about winning. I'll probably have trouble even forcing a draw.

After all, he had managed to get close to her before, but she was clearly prepared now.

I have to find a way to disrupt her concentration. Even a momentary opening will do!

With that thought, Bing Tianxiao's eyes shifted, and a frivolous smile suddenly appeared on his face.

While dodging, he somehow even found the leisure to whistle:

"Hey, gorgeous Wen, go easy, go easy! With such a pretty face, isn't it a shame to spend all day fighting?"

Wen Qingxuan remained expressionless. She swept her Battle Spear horizontally, whipping up a gale that shot straight toward Bing Tianxiao's waist and abdomen.

Bing Tianxiao narrowly avoided it with an iron bridge, yet he continued chattering:

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, look at that waist, look at those long legs... What a perfect figure! What a pity you have such a nasty temper."

"You're so fierce. Who would dare marry you in the future? If you really can't find anyone, why not consider me, big brother? I may have high standards, but I could make do..."

"Shut up."

Wen Qingxuan finally spoke.

However, to Bing Tianxiao's disappointment, Wen Qingxuan did not lose control of her movements in anger as she had before.

Instead, the Battle Spear in her hands moved even more tightly, leaving not the slightest gap.

"Boom!"

The Golden Battle Spear smashed heavily into the spot where Bing Tianxiao had landed moments ago. The hard rock instantly shattered, sending fragments flying.

Bing Tianxiao felt his scalp go numb.

How is this losing her composure?

She's clearly entered berserk mode!

Wen Qingxuan's movements did not slow in the slightest. Instead, the killing intent in her heart made them even more precise and deadly.

Every spear targeted a vital point, and every strike carried tremendous force.

"Your nonsense is getting annoying."

Wen Qingxuan spoke coldly as she closed in again. Although her golden spiritual energy was sealed,

the aura that belonged to her still pressed down like a mountain.

"Since that mouth of yours is so annoying, I'll sew it shut first!"

Before her voice faded, the sky full of Spear Shadows instantly merged into one, transforming into a golden bolt of lightning that stabbed straight toward Bing Tianxiao's throat!

This spear was as fast as thunder, impossible to evade!

The smile on Bing Tianxiao's face finally froze.

He watched the spear tip rapidly enlarge in his pupils and wailed inwardly:

I'm done for. I took it too far!

This woman doesn't fall for provocation anymore. The more I provoke her, the fiercer she gets!

How is she gentle and delicate like fragrant jade? She's clearly a mother tyrannosaur wearing human skin!

"If sweet words don't work, then don't blame me for being rude!"

Facing that killing blow, the frivolity in Bing Tianxiao's eyes vanished in an instant, replaced by a wolfish viciousness.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, both hands suddenly reaching toward his waist.

"Clang!"

A harsh metallic scrape exploded through the air.

Two Ink-Black Daggers crossed and rose to block the spear, locking the blade in place.

Sparks burst between their faces, illuminating their eyes at close range.

The tremendous force traveled up his arms. Bing Tianxiao grunted, and the rocks beneath his feet instantly cracked.

But he did not pause for even a moment. He twisted his wrists.

The two daggers moved like venomous snakes flicking out their tongues, slicing upward along the Golden Battle Spear's shaft toward Wen Qingxuan's fingers!

The move was vicious to the extreme, a completely mutual-destruction style of attack.

"Hmph!"

Wen Qingxuan snorted coldly and flicked her wrist.

The Long Spear spun and shook like a swimming dragon, directly knocking Bing Tianxiao's daggers away.

Then the spear butt swept across with a howling wind, smashing toward Bing Tianxiao.

"Who says an archer can only be cut down once someone gets close?"

Bing Tianxiao grinned, revealing a mouthful of stark-white teeth.

He crouched and dodged like a ghost, then reversed his grip and stabbed his dagger toward Wen Qingxuan's waist and abdomen.

"Clang, clang, clang, clang!"

The one-sided pursuit instantly turned into a thrilling close-quarters brawl.

On the narrow mountain path, the two figures crossed like bolts of lightning.

"Bang!"

Once again, they met in a plain, head-on clash.

Wen Qingxuan's Battle Spear crashed down heavily, while Bing Tianxiao crossed both daggers to block it.

The enormous recoil sent both of them stumbling several steps backward.

Wen Qingxuan's tiger mouth was slightly numb, and all traces of disdain finally vanished from her proud, beautiful face.

"Not bad."

Wen Qingxuan shook her somewhat sore wrist, her golden battle skirt snapping in the wind.

She stared at Bing Tianxiao, a cold, beautiful smile hanging on her face:

"Looks like this rat that only knows how to hide in the shadows has surprisingly sharp teeth."

"You flatter me, you flatter me."

Bing Tianxiao shook the dagger in his hand, his chest heaving violently.

"Gorgeous Wen isn't bad yourself. You've got such a slender, curvy figure."

"Looking to die!"

Wen Qingxuan's gaze turned cold, and she charged forward again.

This time, her attack was even more ferocious. The Golden Battle Spear in her hands seemed to transform into a rain of golden light, completely enveloping Bing Tianxiao.

"Come on! Who's afraid of whom?"

Bing Tianxiao was fired up as well, no longer holding anything back.

The daggers in his hands transformed into two black whirlwinds that forcibly crashed into the rain of golden light.

The two of them were like two tireless beasts, savagely tearing into each other on the desolate mountain path.

Every collision was accompanied by sparks flying in all directions, and every exchange was fraught with danger.

The raw feeling of fists striking flesh and blades drawing blood made the air around them seem to burn.

"Clang!"

Another tremendous crash rang out.

Their weapons were locked against each other, and neither was willing to retreat even half a step.

Their faces were almost touching, their hurried, burning breaths washing over each other's faces.

Wen Qingxuan glared fiercely at Bing Tianxiao with her phoenix eyes, gnashing her teeth:

"You bastard, how much longer are you going to keep pestering me?"

"Just obediently fall down already!"

Bing Tianxiao looked at the stunning yet murderous face so close to his own. Although they were both exerting all their strength in the contest,

he still could not help revealing that infuriating smile:

"Unless you admit defeat, I'll never fall!"

"In your dreams!"

Wen Qingxuan shouted angrily and drove her knee fiercely toward Bing Tianxiao's lower abdomen.