Zhou Zhiruo's face turned cold at those words. Back at the Lion-Slaying Tournament, she had defeated the gathered heroes with the martial arts of the Nine Yin Manual and claimed the title of "Number One Under Heaven" in glorious fashion. Yet later, this woman had suddenly appeared and used the very same martial arts to utterly defeat her before the heroes of the realm.
The higher one was exalted at first, the harder one fell afterward. At the time, however, Zhou Zhiruo's attention had soon been diverted by Song Qingshu's affairs. She had spent all her time pursuing him across the land, with no leisure to concern herself with her grudge against the Yellow-robed Woman.
Still, that crushing defeat had continued to gnaw at her. Now that she saw her again, old and new grudges surged up together, and she could not resist taking a jab at her.
To her surprise, the other woman's retort was just as sharp. Zhou Zhiruo was secretly angered, but her expression remained calm. "As the saying goes, after three days apart, one should look at another with new eyes. Back then, you merely caught me off guard. I was careless and fell for your trick. If we fight again now, it is still uncertain who will win and who will lose."
At the Lion-Slaying Tournament, the Yellow-robed Woman had indeed taken advantage of a sneak attack. But more importantly, she understood the martial arts of the Nine Yin Manual too well. Zhou Zhiruo had learned a shortcut method, so she was naturally countered in every way by the complete version. At the time, she lacked experience and panicked when suddenly faced with such a situation, which was why she had lost so easily.
Over the past two or three years, she had devoted herself