She looked at Xu Xun and lightly pressed her lips together.
"Then I won't stand on ceremony."
When she spoke, her voice was clear and ethereal, like the first drop of water from a mountain stream falling into a deep pool.
Faced with Xu Xun's arrogance and insolence, she did not refuse.
This Arena was a place of life and death.
Not a place for showing off.
Since he was giving her the chance, why shouldn't she take it?
In the end, whoever died was the unlucky one.
"First move."
Her right thumb lightly plucked the second string.
The note was not loud; it could even be called gentle.
Yet the instant it rang out, the sky above the entire Arena darkened for a moment.
A visible soundwave spread from the string. Its form was exquisitely beautiful—a translucent lotus condensed from pure melody.
The lotus was over three feet across, its petals unfurling layer upon layer, fine azure motes of light surging along every edge.
The sound lotus slowly drifted toward Xu Xun.
It did not move quickly, floating as lightly as a dandelion borne on the wind.
Xu Xun stood where he was, his pure blue eyes watching the sound lotus drift toward him, the smile at the corner of his lips utterly unmoving.
He did not move.
The instant the sound lotus touched his chest, it abruptly bloomed.
Countless dense soundwave blades burst from its petals, slashing simultaneously toward Xu Xun's chest, abdomen, neck, and face.
Those blades were thin as cicada wings, each one enough to cut through the physical defenses of a Quasi-Saint.
Xu Xun's gray robe was sliced open by the soundwave blades in dozens of long, narrow cuts, exposing the light brown skin beneath.
But there was not the slightest mark on his skin.