Competition Injury

Besides, she hadn't tipped anyone off that day. He had violated sect rules and bullied fellow disciples—wasn't it only a matter of time before the Enforcement Squad caught him?

Even if Feng Yulong defeated Song Zhizhi today, Sword Venerable Mingxiao would not appreciate him for it. On the contrary, it would backfire, and Sword Venerable Mingxiao would put his name in a little black book.

Feng Yulong knew none of this either. Right now, there was only one thing on his mind: defeat Song Zhizhi and prove himself!

Feng Yulong was the first to strike at Song Zhizhi. He raised his sword and aimed straight at her face. With Foundation Establishment Realm cultivation, he was twice as fast as an ordinary Qi Refining cultivator. If her reaction had been even slightly slower, this strike alone might have decided the victor.

Feng Yulong wanted a beautiful victory, to crush her and win this match in an overwhelming fashion. He had used seventy to eighty percent of his strength in this strike.

The sword was before her eyes, yet Song Zhizhi stood still. To everyone else, she looked as though she had been frightened stiff and had yet to react.

"Zhizhi, watch out!" Liu Changfei cried out from below the stage.

At the same time, Song Zhizhi moved. Feng Yulong's speed was indeed impressive in the eyes of the Outer Sect Disciples, but Song Zhizhi trained with Xie Xiuji every day and had long grown accustomed to the speed of his sword. In her eyes, Feng Yulong's sword moves were almost like slow motion.

She tilted her head slightly, dodging Feng Yulong's sword. Then she flipped the sword in her hand, sweeping her spirit sword toward his wrist. Feng Yulong hurriedly pulled back to defend himself, but Song Zhizhi twisted her sword, swiftly, fiercely, and precisely striking the numbness point on his hand. Before the numbness faded, she quickly knocked the spirit sword from his grip.

Clang—

The spirit sword hit the ground with a crisp ring. One moment, Liu Changfei had still been worried for Song Zhizhi; the next, the outcome of the match had already been decided.

The area below the stage fell silent for an instant, then erupted in heated discussion that carried up to the stage.

"Little Martial Uncle Song won? Is Feng Yulong's Foundation Establishment cultivation fake?"

"Did you see Little Martial Uncle's sword just now? It was too fast! My vision blurred, and Feng Yulong's sword had already fallen."

"Little Martial Uncle is worthy of being Little Martial Uncle. Even at Qi Refining, she can still utterly crush someone at Foundation Establishment."

"You lost," Song Zhizhi said to the rigid Feng Yulong.

Feng Yulong gritted his teeth and picked up the spirit sword from the ground. "I haven't lost!"

Liu Changfei spat. "Feng Yulong, have you no shame? You've already lost, yet you refuse to admit it? Elder Yu, did Feng Yulong lose just now or not?"

In the Cultivation World, only cultivators who had reached the Nascent Soul Realm and beyond were addressed by Dao titles. Those below the Nascent Soul Realm addressed one another by their real names. The elder teaching today happened to be surnamed Yu.

Elder Yu glanced at the stage, his expression cold. "Feng Yulong has not lost. The rule of the Sword Sect's Martial Arena is that unless one party falls off the arena or loses the ability to resist, victory and defeat cannot be considered decided. This match will continue."

Author's Note:

Feng Yulong will be written out tomorrow. He's just a tool character to push the plot along.

In about three more chapters, the male lead will find out the female lead is pregnant. Don't rush~

Competition Injury

Liu Changfei vaguely felt that something was wrong. She anxiously glanced at the time, then quietly slipped away from the group.

Feng Yulong had already picked up his spirit sword and attacked her. Song Zhizhi had no other choice but to meet him in battle.

Fighting a Foundation Establishment cultivator while at the Qi Refining Ninth Layer, Song Zhizhi had seized the initiative earlier only because Feng Yulong had underestimated her. Now that Feng Yulong was no longer holding back, Song Zhizhi had no choice but to focus completely and respond with care under the fierce assault of a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

At this point, the shortcomings of the Qi Refining Realm became apparent. Though Song Zhizhi's swordsmanship was more exquisite and superior, the spiritual energy of the Qi Refining Realm was far less abundant than that of the Foundation Establishment Realm. Under the attacks of a Foundation Establishment cultivator, she could only barely protect herself. On the surface, Song Zhizhi only defended without attacking and had already fallen into a disadvantageous position. Her defeat was only a matter of time.

"So Little Martial Uncle Song merely caught him off guard earlier. If they really fought seriously, how could a Qi Refining cultivator be a match for a Foundation Establishment cultivator when they're both sword cultivators?"

"I bet the victor will be decided within a quarter of an hour. It's already impressive enough for a Qi Refining cultivator to hold out this long against a Foundation Establishment cultivator."

Everyone believed Song Zhizhi could not win, or that her chances were slim. Yet only those in the fight understood that both were waiting—waiting for the moment the other exposed a flaw, then defeating them in one stroke.

The longer Feng Yulong remained deadlocked with Song Zhizhi, the more alarmed he became. Although his Foundation Establishment cultivation had been piled up through pills, making his spiritual energy somewhat more insubstantial than that of an ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator, it should not have been so weak that he could not even overcome a Qi Refining cultivator.

It was as though Song Zhizhi had seen through every step he took. Whether he attacked head-on or launched unexpected sneak attacks, Song Zhizhi blocked every one of them. She could always predict his next move.

Song Zhizhi's defense was like an airtight cover. He could not find a single flaw. Feng Yulong even had the illusion that he was exchanging moves with one of the highly cultivated elders in his Household.

He seemed to hold the upper hand, but frequent attacks consumed far more spiritual energy than defense. Before Song Zhizhi exhausted her spiritual energy, he feared he would be the first to fall in defeat from depleted spiritual energy.

Sweat beaded on Feng Yulong's forehead. If Song Zhizhi's cultivation had been any higher, he probably would not have lasted three moves against her.

No. He could not lose!

Feng Yulong gritted his teeth and steeled himself. The spirit sword in his hand burst with dazzling light. He abandoned the Heavenly Profound Sword Art, which had been nimble but unfamiliar to him, and instead used a set of moves Song Zhizhi had never seen before.

Song Zhizhi tried to block it, only to discover that this sword technique carried tremendous force. The impact numbed the web between her thumb and forefinger, sending a faint ache through it. If she continued merely resisting without attacking as before, her hand would give out even sooner.

Sure enough, no one who could enter the Sword Sect's inner sect was simple. Even Feng Yulong, whose cultivation had been built up with pills, was difficult for Song Zhizhi to handle. Yet she was also excited; the fighting spirit in her heart had been completely stirred.

Fight!

Song Zhizhi abandoned her previous defensive stance and swung her sword at Feng Yulong. Feng Yulong's sword moves emphasized "weight," while Song Zhizhi's swordsmanship emphasized "speed"—so fast that even ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators could scarcely catch it with the naked eye. Of everyone below the stage, only Elder Yu, a Golden Core cultivator, could clearly see Song Zhizhi's moves. They were the most basic Heavenly Profound Sword Art.

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