He hastily recalled the Moon-Slaying Ring, intending to unleash a secret technique and deal Du Siwen a fatal blow. But Du Siwen seemed to know what he was thinking. Suddenly, her demonic ferocity erupted, and her magic power surged madly into the Long Halberd. With a waist-cleaving slash, she swept it at the man surnamed Hong once more.
The man surnamed Hong was shocked. He raised the Moon-Slaying Ring to meet the Long Halberd while gripping his tortoiseshell shield in his left hand to guard his waist.
Clang! The Moon-Slaying Ring flew away at the impact. Crack! The Long Halberd continued unchecked, slamming into the tortoiseshell shield and instantly cleaving it into fragments.
The man surnamed Hong spat out a mouthful of blood and nearly fell. He had barely steadied himself when Du Siwen's Long Halberd, now missing one side blade, came to rest against his neck.
Du Siwen wiped the blood seeping from the corner of her mouth with her left hand, thrust out her chest, and said proudly, "Senior Brother Hong, do you still want to continue?"
Seeing blood seep from the corner of Third Senior Sister's mouth, Xu Qingtong grew anxious and unconsciously tightened his grip on Dongfang Hui's small hand.
Dongfang Hui sensed the change in Xu Qingtong's feelings. She gently patted his hand with her left, signaling him not to worry. Third Senior Sister had already won the match!
Watching Du Siwen walk down from the arena with a slight tremble, Xu Qingtong's eyes grew moist. Disregarding everyone else's gazes, he rushed forward and hugged her tightly. He gently patted her back, then whispered in her ear, "Senior Sister, thank you!"
Du Siwen pushed Xu Qingtong away and forced a smile. "You little rascal, are you trying to take liberties with your big sister? Sister