Chapter 9
Shen Yao Xing tried to explain to her.
"Big sister, you've got it wrong, I'm not participating in the competition." She said, forcefully pulling her hand back.
Having gained freedom, she tried to walk around her, but was blocked again.
"Miss, since you're standing on this arena, you're already considered a participant. Please don't make things difficult for me."
Shen Yao Xing couldn't help but roll her eyes. This wasn't making things difficult, it was clearly making things difficult for her: "Big sister, please move aside, I have matters to attend to at home."
Shen Yao Xing impatiently pushed the person aside, but saw Meng Xin Yi below the arena giving her a meaningful look. The big sister behind still wouldn't let her go, annoying her to the point of wanting to hit someone.
"Wait a moment!"
Meng Xin Yi couldn't hold back anymore and walked out from the audience. She raised her hand to stop Shen Yao Xing, who was about to jump off the arena, and said to the middle-aged woman behind her: "Please let me have a few words with her."
The middle-aged woman hesitated, glancing at Ye Xi Feng in the tower. Only after receiving permission did she step back.
Shen Yao Xing squatted at the edge of the arena with a gloomy expression, glaring at the woman below: "You're not thinking of making me continue participating in this competition, are you?"
The two had known each other for nearly a year, sharing both joys and sorrows. Shen Yao Xing knew this woman all too well; she could tell what kind of fart she wanted to let out just by the way she stuck out her bottom.
Sure enough, Meng Xin Yi swiftly opened her folding fan, shielding their faces from the side, and said in a low voice: "This is a good opportunity. As long as you win the competition, you can get that deer skin map."
"What do I need that deer skin map for?" Isn't that just looking for trouble?
"Have you forgotten what I told you that day? The deer skin map cannot fall into the hands of Changsheng Pavilion."
"Huh, you make it sound so simple. Why don't I see you going up?" Acting like some kind of military advisor, always telling her to do this and that, while just sitting there sipping tea and pointing fingers. Shen Yao Xing was really annoyed.
"I'm injured." Meng Xin Yi innocently spread her hands, pointing at her shoulder, and then honestly said: "Besides, I can't beat him either."
"Then why are you so confident that I can beat him?"
"You can." Her voice was extremely certain.
"..." Such a confident answer made Shen Yao Xing feel a bit embarrassed. She felt a bit inflated, raising her chin arrogantly: "Alright then, I'll give it a try. But I want a weapon."
Actually, she rarely used weapons when fighting with others, but she felt a bit inflated now, feeling that having a weapon would make her look cooler.
Meng Xin Yi smiled, walked to the audience stand, and borrowed a large chopping knife about three feet long from the closest woman. The blade was narrow at the base and wide at the tip, gleaming coldly in the sunlight.
"Catch." Meng Xin Yi threw the knife over.
Shen Yao Xing caught it steadily, tossing it in her hand, and then walked satisfied towards the center of the arena.
The girl's figure was smaller and more delicate than ordinary women, seeming so weak that she couldn't withstand a single blow. Yet in her hands was a heavy chopping knife that greatly contrasted with her appearance, creating a striking visual disparity.
The starting horn sounded, and a man dressed in black stood expressionless not far in front of her. Upon closer inspection, Shen Yao Xing realized that this person was truly pale, pale to the point of being bluish, and his pupils were terrifyingly black, without a trace of light.
He looked eerie from every angle.
Just as she was still observing, the black-clothed man suddenly vanished from his spot with a "whoosh". Shen Yao Xing's eyes narrowed slightly, instantly turning around and holding the knife horizontally above her head, blocking a sword strike aimed at her head.
The "clang" of the blades colliding gave people goosebumps.
The black-clothed man reacted extremely quickly, his movements ghostly. The long sword in his hand was like a spirit snake, each strike aimed at her vital points. Even more eerie was that Shen Yao Xing couldn't sense his aura. He was like a specter, constantly appearing and disappearing, moving at an incredible speed.
A chill swept towards her neck. Shen Yao Xing dodged backward, gathering strength in her feet, swinging the long knife in her hand upwards across half of the man's body. As he dodged, she raised her foot and kicked him hard in the chest with a side sweep. The man was kicked back quite a distance, but didn't fall down. His face remained expressionless, standing straight, seemingly unharmed.
How is this possible?!
That kick had used internal force; even if he didn't cough up blood, he should at least have been unsteady on his feet. Shen Yao Xing, who had been feeling inflated just a moment ago, began to doubt herself the next second. Was she really that weak?
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