Which Side Won?

Su Fuyun resisted the urge to raise her hand to touch her face, her sinister gaze falling on Sang Ying's unadorned, beautiful face.

It seemed as if they wished they could cut a piece of flesh from her face to fill in their own scars.

"This is all thanks to you, junior sister. How could I forget your kindness?" She said earnestly, clenching her teeth.

"No need to be polite..." Sang Ying was too lazy to continue talking to her. The frost-covered blade of her sword was revealed, carrying a sharp edge. "Because next, I might reward you with a few more blows."

This was the only thing she, as a junior colleague, could give to him.

The end of the conversation seemed to signal the start of their battle. The white silk ribbon and the long sword attacked each other simultaneously, and the formation on the dueling platform instantly activated, blocking all the Spiritual Power leaking out from the two.

The disciples of Ten Thousand Daos Born in the distance could only see the sword lights flashing continuously on the dueling platform, but they couldn't make out the movements of the two people at all.

Dong Fuzhu couldn't help but pat Lan Fusheng on the shoulder. "That Holy Maiden of the Mara Gate seems to have quite a bit of cultivation too. Can you tell who has the upper hand between her and our senior sister?"

Lan Fusheng frowned, but couldn't utter a single word.

"It's too fast, I can't see clearly." Bai Kejin spoke for Yin Xiu, saying what was on his mind. "But don't worry, Senior Sister definitely can't lose."

He was so convinced of this that it was a conclusion he had drawn from his years of experience of being beaten by Sang Ying.

After Bai Kejin said that, Dong Fuzhu felt much more at ease.

Only Lan Fusheng's brows remained furrowed: he couldn't shake the feeling that Holy Maiden Su was somewhat strange.

Sang Ying felt the same way; almost the instant she engaged Su Fuyun in combat, Sang Ying sensed something was amiss.

She could tell that even though Su Fuyun had replaced her Law Artifact with a white silk ribbon that suited her better, she still couldn't possibly defeat her because of her lack of dedication in her early cultivation.

Even so, Sang Ying did not underestimate her; on the contrary, she put all her strength into every sword strike.

Just when Sang Ying felt she was about to stab Su Fuyun, the tip of her sword seemed to be deflected by someone's hand, grazing Su Fuyun and veering to the side.

She tried several more times, refusing to believe it, but without exception, the result was the same.

Sang Ying frowned involuntarily.

"What's wrong, Junior Sister? Are you scared?" Su Fuyun suddenly became smug. She had always enjoyed watching Sang Ying's changing expressions since she was a child.

But over the years, despite her many tricks with this junior sister, the other party seemed to treat her as if she didn't exist, showing no reaction whatsoever.

She knew, of course, that the tricks she used with her internal energy Cultivation Method couldn't escape the other party's eyes, but whenever she saw Sang Ying frown, Su Fuyun felt a great sense of satisfaction.

Sang Ying did not answer her, and her expression quickly calmed down.

It's alright, since we can't hit her while she's moving, let's just make her stop!

With a flick of his wrist, countless sword shadows separated from the Floating River Sword. As soon as the sword shadows, carrying a chilling aura, landed, they transformed the entire dueling arena into a world of ice and snow.

Su Fuyun was struck squarely by the sword shadows, and her lower body was encased in ice, which she could not break through no matter how she moved.

Fortunately, she wasn't stupid; she immediately activated the white silk to protect herself.

Even if this white silk is made of extraordinary material, how can it withstand the unreserved sword techniques of a sword cultivator when its owner's Spiritual Power is insufficient?

The white silk was ripped open, and the gleaming sword blade was almost within reach.

Su Fuyun abruptly closed her eyes. The next second, she felt something slowly draining from her mind, while the ice beneath her feet shattered instantly.

Caught off guard, Su Fuyun swayed and nearly fell, but in doing so, she avoided a fatal blow.

She reacted quickly and regained her footing. The listless white silk, replenished with Spiritual Qi, once again fiercely attacked Sang Ying's face!

All of this was carried out in great secrecy. Even when Ten Thousand Daos Born and the others saw it, they only regretted that Sang Ying's ice was not strong enough to trap her.

"Oh dear!" Dong Fuzhu slapped her thigh, "It was so close!"

She felt extremely sorry about this, but Lan Fusheng her lips and still didn't say anything.

This unexpected turn of events failed to alert anyone, except for a young monk in a white robe who cast a strange glance at the direction of the third dueling arena from afar.

Was that a fluctuation of fortune just now?

A look of doubt crossed the monk's eyes, and the red cinnabar birthmark between his eyebrows was particularly conspicuous in the sunlight.

The competition continued, and the two remained as evenly matched as before.

Sang Ying, being a woman of strong character, managed to restrain herself from continuing to wield her sword even though she sensed something was amiss. However, Su Fuyun was finding it increasingly difficult to restrain herself.

Wasn't it said that with the help of good fortune, she would be invincible and victorious in every battle?!

Why, even after draining 30% of their own luck, were they still unable to defeat Sang Ying, leaving her only able to flee in a sorry state?

Su Fuyun bit her lower lip. Did she have to draw upon 40% or 50% of her luck to defeat Sang Ying?

She hesitated.

When the sect leader brought several disciples with good fortune to her and instructed her to absorb their fortune, he had already given her instructions: she was only allowed to use 30% of their fortune at her own discretion.

The rest are reserved for the final sect competition. Because the final sect competition is what truly determines the rankings of the grand competition.

If she were to use it now... Recalling the sect leader's serious expression when he spoke, Su Fuyun had to abandon the idea.

She seemed more afraid of offending the sect leader than losing to Sang Ying.

However, it seems she might not necessarily lose!

Thinking this, Su Fuyun increased the force with which she swung the white silk. The thin white silk instantly became as sharp as a blade, and with just a light graze of Sang Ying's arm, it directly tore through her robes, leaving a bloody mark on her face and body.

Seeing this, Su Fuyun couldn't help but laugh and said, "Junior sister, it seems that your cultivation has regressed rather than improved over the past few years!"

Wiping away the drops of blood from her cheek, Sang Ying slowly tightened her grip on the sword hilt under the worried gaze of Ten Thousand Daos Born's disciples.

The messenger disciple who had been chasing Sang Ying back happened to witness this scene. His heart skipped a beat, and he felt that he was doomed.

Just as that bad premonition began to rise in his mind, the disciple who was delivering the message felt the Spiritual Qi around him suddenly vanish.

He sighed softly, though it was unclear for whom he felt sorry.

Countless streams of Spiritual Qi surged toward the third arena. Everyone felt their breath catch in their throats, and when they looked up, they saw a huge white vortex of Spiritual Qi appearing above the third arena, seemingly containing some terrifying power!

A vortex of Spiritual Qi appeared before everyone's eyes, instantly attracting the attention of all the elders in the stands.

"What is that? Whose disciple's move is that?" An elder with a long beard stroked his beautiful beard, trying his best to see the scene beneath the vortex.

The chubby elder of the Taotie Gate sitting next to him took a bite of a pig's trotter, mumbling indistinctly, "Such powerful Spiritual Power would be perfect for grinding rice flour at our Taotie Gate!"

As soon as he said this, he received a glare from Elder Mara Gate.

Amidst their chatter, only Jiulian remained remarkably calm, not even glancing in that direction.

The gaze returned to the dueling arena, and beneath the massive vortex, Sang Ying's voice, subtly sharp, spoke, "Instead of advancing, you retreat?"

Su Fuyun was beginning to regret what she had said.

"Then I'll show you just how far I've fallen!"

The sword flashed by lightly, seemingly bringing nothing. But Su Fuyun knew otherwise; a deafening roar filled her ears, and she was pushed away by a massive shockwave. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't break free and could only let the shockwave carry her away.

The incredibly sturdy fighting platform exploded in full view of everyone. Even the array engraved on it was affected and instantly lost its effectiveness.

When everyone recovered from the sudden turn of events, they saw Su Fuyun collapsed among the rubble, while Sang Ying stood steadily on top of it.

The cheers of Ten Thousand Daos Born's disciples once again resounded throughout the competition arena. Even though they had seen Sang Ying's "Severing Snow" move before, and even more powerful scenes, they had never felt such joy as they did now.

However, it seems they were celebrating too soon.

The cheers had barely subsided when Elder Luo's resounding judgment rang out. "In this battle, Mara Gate won!"

A note from the author:

Oops, I misjudged. I'm still very busy today, so I'll only be able to update twice.

I've been packing my bags these past few days because I'm moving out of school and going home, so I've been quite busy. Don't abandon me! (poor me!)

I'll be back to three updates a day tomorrow. If I'm not too busy, I'll even add an extra update for when things get tough. Trust me!

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