Chapter 183: Again, Take a Blow from Me

Climax!

However, by the time she tried to stop him, it was already too late. Guan Yingjie had shot out like an arrow from a bowstring, with no possibility of stopping. She watched with wide eyes as her junior brother charged into the white mist. Guan Yingjie couldn't stand by and watch her be attacked, so how could she stand by and watch her junior brother face danger because of her? She took a sharp breath, disregarded her still unsettled internal organs, and sprang out, also charging towards the white mist. The moment she moved, the upper half of her clothes, still hanging on her, were instantly torn completely by the wind. Her skirt flew into shreds, detaching from her body. Mulan Qingqing, with her long hair whipping in the wind, was instantly reduced to a state of bare legs and a vest. Both of her fair arms were exposed. The sight of her in pants paired with a vest looked strange, yet alluring. At this moment, she no longer cared about losing face; saving someone was urgent. She had long since abandoned concerns about her personal reputation.

Wu Jinliang, who was watching the battle, roared, "If you can't stand to lose, then don't play! This is a damn duel, not a group attack!" He was so enraged he almost drew his saber and rushed into the arena. However, he had always possessed self-awareness; without his precious armor, charging in to fight someone with advanced cultivation in high martial arts, especially a disciple of the Suyuan Sect, would be seeking death. So, he held back. "Shameless!" "Can't take a loss!" The scene outside the mirrored screen agitated everyone. The eight disciples of the Suyuan Sect, in particular, looked as if their eyes would burst.

Swords and sabers clashed, creating a deafening, echoing explosion. However, the direction of the charge was slightly off, so it wouldn't directly impact the intended target, thus not affecting Mulan's downward slash. Mulan indeed had no intention of sparing Baiwu Qingqing's life. With a downward strike, even before her feet landed, the blade in her hand slid along the sword resting on Baiwu Qingqing's shoulder, down towards Baiwu Qingqing's fair and slender neck. The sudden shocking change on the mirrored screen, seen clearly by everyone in and out of the training ground, stunned them all. This was not the first time he had experienced this scene; Baiwu Qingqing had swept through once before, and this time, it was Baiwu Qingqing striking again.

The spectators were all stunned. The cheers of the rabble ceased. "Wang Sheng, to win this match, wouldn't he really kill his own fiancée?" Standing firm in the fierce wind, Miaozhu disregarded those thoughts. With one saber stroke, she dispatched Guan Yingjie, then immediately turned to face the charging Baiwu Qingqing. At the moment of impact between saber and sword: "Junior Brother Guan!" *Thud!* That saber strike sent flesh and bone splattering. The force of the explosion sent both his feet flying, also affecting his lower legs, nearly blowing off half of them, accompanied by Guan Yingjie's pained cry as he was sent flying. After landing hastily, he stumbled back more than ten steps, coughing up a mouthful of blood. Baiwu Qingqing's sword also trembled violently and was blown away.

Powerless, he nevertheless attacked again, putting all his strength into swinging his sword. With that strike, blood gushed from his severed legs, causing him to collapse to the ground, propping himself up on his elbows, tears streaming down his face. His sword struck empty air, hitting nothing. He knew he had missed. As his charge dissipated, a figure in the dust on the other side became faintly visible, causing him to instantly blanch in terror. The powerful saber, which had come down, failed to strike Guan Yingjie's torso, but it did slice into Guan Yingjie's calf. He could see that his senior sister's condition was not right, but among the surrounding spectators, whether it was the rabble or their own elite forces, it was impossible for anyone else to illegally enter the arena like he had.

Mulan immediately raised her saber and charged forward, intending to kill again. Outside the slightly opened space crack, a phantom-like purple figure seemed to casually wave a hand. The sound suddenly vanished. He looked around but saw nothing. The space crack seemed as if it had never appeared at all. A wave of gasps erupted among the spectators in the training ground. A disciple of Miaozhu Xiang couldn't even withstand a single move from Mulan; how could this not be shocking? From the best vantage point, Wei Mo, who had been pinching his nose, quickly shifted to stroking it. His sharp eyes instantly noticed that Guan Yingjie was significantly shorter, realizing his legs were gone. "Good!" Yet it was already too late. His vision was obscured in the dust, but Mulan's left eye could see him. She tried to steady her internal energy but found she couldn't. Her internal organs churned as if out of control.

The two clashed instantly. Mulan casually unleashed a "Demon-Dispelling Hand" strike. At the same time, a strong gust of wind swept through, and Mulan, who was amidst the mist, instantly gained clear vision. The two Suyuan Sect disciples in the training ground exclaimed, having both seen Guan Yingjie's legs gone. Those who knew the true background of Miaozhu Qingqing, mostly sharp-eyed individuals, could tell from Mulan's move that she had no intention of sparing Baiwu Qingqing's life. Seeing that the opponent had hastily lost the mystical enhancement of her domain, Mulan wouldn't miss such a good opportunity. Giving the opponent no chance to breathe, she darted forward, blocking her. This attack speed seemed a little slow in Baiwu Qingqing's eyes. With a claw strike, she preempted Mulan, grabbing Mulan's wrist. Her claws, like hooks, sought to tear through Mulan's pulse and sever her arm. However, a sudden burst of disintegrating power caught her off guard, preventing her from seizing Mulan's palm strike.

The mist dispersed with a whoosh, and Guan Yingjie was also flung out of the mist, tumbling onto the ground along with spraying blood. Following through, a saber strike landed on her shoulder, pressing down on her shoulder, pressing down on the sword on her shoulder, pressing her entire body downwards. Slicing off an opponent's head with a single saber strike was Mulan's usual move. "Senior Sister!" Mulan, who was within the mist, stood with knitted brows and cold eyes, holding her saber ready, intending to use the opponent's own methods against them. Then Mulan felt a vast force, and she was instantly sent flying dozens of zhang away. After landing, she stumbled back several steps before swinging her saber to steady herself. It was also her first time seeing someone withstand her "Demon-Dispelling Hand" strike. Her gaze fell on the opponent's golden vest, and thinking of the strange saber strike earlier, she instantly understood.

She quickly cast a spell to examine her body, but found no injury. Did the precious inner garment have such strong protective power? She was shocked. She felt the palm strike's power wasn't very great, and she had her precious armor for defense. Just like the saber strike she took earlier, it shouldn't have caused much harm. But for some reason, a strange force had penetrated her precious armor's defense and entered her body. Half-sitting on the ground, Guan Yingjie let out a mournful cry. "Such a treasure! Since we've encountered it, it must be fated; it should be taken!" Baiwu Qingqing, sweeping away the pressure with all her might, realized something. A rare, sad, bitter smile appeared on her icy face. The echoing cheers of the rabble rose and fell. In reality, he was at the end of his rope, enduring with great difficulty, the turmoil in his internal organs slowly subsiding. The eight Myriad Dao Xuan disciples, some looked horrified, some had their legs crossed, some cried out. They really didn't know what to say about Guan Yingjie. First, there was the talk of whether it was against the rules or not. Didn't he say last time that he might not be his opponent's match? Why was he suddenly so reckless this time? A group of rabble also burst into various shouts; it was impossible not to be furious.

However, Guan Yingjie's charging speed was too slow. The saber strike originally aimed at Guan Yingjie's body, due to a slight hesitation, slowed down by a fraction, allowing him to dodge a fatal blow. Another surge of blood, welling up from her lungs and rushing to her mouth, was forcefully held back by her clenched lips. Enduring stubbornly, she pushed back with one leg, planted her sword on the ground, firmly stabilizing herself. With a flick of her long hair, she held her sword horizontally behind her, ready to fight again at any moment. Mulan, having landed, swept her sharp gaze around and also felt surprised. Something was off. The true power of her "Demon-Dispelling Hand" lay in its subtle force; its overt power wasn't that obvious. To send the opponent flying so far... She found it hard to suppress her own cultivation, which instantly caused her to suffer serious internal injuries.

Miaozhu glanced back, barked, and casually swung her saber to parry, batting away a sneak attack sword strike. Her charging speed unchanged, she chopped down from mid-air, her furious roar echoing across the land, "Take this saber strike!" Even the most empathetic onlookers were awestruck by Mulan's demonstrated power in defeating the Suyuan Sect disciple. Who would dare to recklessly interfere? Guan Yingjie, who had entered Miaozhu's territory, also panicked slightly. He found the mist here to be excessively dense; he couldn't see anything. It wasn't mist at all, but clearly dust. Because of his speed, the dust hit his face like grains of sand. Although he couldn't see, he still estimated Mulan's previous position and first swung his two-handed sword with all his might. Wei Mo, from the best viewing platform, suddenly erupted. He instantly picked up a chair and smashed it to pieces. Pointing at the mirrored screen, he sternly questioned the various domain lords, "Who did that? Who did it? That's against the rules, huh? How can we still play like this?" Just as he was filled with doubt, a faint, ethereal, buzzing female voice whispered in his ear, "Where one can forgive, one should forgive. His background is not something you can afford to provoke right now. Sparing his life is sparing your own life. Do not mention me to anyone."

However, at that moment, something strange happened. Just behind Mulan, there was a faint, illusory thread—no, not a thread, he had seen it before—a spatial rift. Estimating the opponent's speed and trajectory as she shot through, just as Miaozhu was about to deliver a new saber strike, she was momentarily distracted. Out of the corner of her eye, she glimpsed the charging Baiwu Qingqing. This rift appeared very strangely, at a tricky angle. No one else could see it, not even Baiwu Qingqing who was close by. Because the rift was aimed at Baiwu Qingqing, and the angle from which it could be seen was blocked by Mulan's downward-pressing posture, only Miaozhu could see it. Fighting for life or death, who would care about shame or not? She was both shocked and enraged, very flustered. She had great confidence in the defensive power of the precious armor on her body. With the sword in her other hand already raised, she intended to seize the opportunity to end Mulan's life.

Although slightly off course, he nevertheless shouted, "Good!" "Good!" Wu Jinliang shouted in a low voice. The difference in cultivation was evident; Mulan's saber strike was deflected. Facing that ferocious saber strike, despair flashed in Baiwu Qingqing's eyes, yet her face was full of stubbornness. She desperately gathered her energy and raised her sword to defend. At the moment of their fierce collision, Mulan ferociously chopped down with her saber towards Baiwu Qingqing. Those who knew Baiwu Qingqing's true background grimaced or felt a pang of discomfort. They wondered how Baiwu Jin would react when he learned his daughter had been publicly slain. Many were surprised, staring intently at the mirrored screen. Mulan, charging through the air towards the white mist, unleashed a fierce palm strike, intending to disperse the pervasive, obstructive mist of Miaozhu. This time, even if she exerted all her cultivation, she could no longer, like last time, deflect Mulan's incoming saber slash.

Mulan, charging through the air towards the white mist, unleashed a fierce palm strike, intending to disperse the pervasive, obstructive mist of Miaozhu. This time, even if she exerted all her cultivation, she could no longer, like last time, deflect Mulan's incoming saber strike. They knew Guan Yingjie might not be his opponent's match, but they truly hadn't expected him to be unable to parry even a single move. In just an instant, he had gone in whole and come out missing both legs. What kind of situation was this? However, what she hadn't expected was that, *thud*, the moment the palm strike hit her body, she trembled violently as if suffering a heavy blow, and was directly flung away. The moment of their head-on collision was too brief. It was too late for her to retaliate with a counter-move. She watched helplessly as the palm strike firmly landed on her—her unmentionable chest.

The elite forces on their side were indeed in an awkward position. Of course, they could also understand Guan Yingjie's actions. If something truly happened to Mulan Qingqing, it would be a very serious matter. Baiwu Qingqing's desperate struggle, filled with grief and anger, was useless. She was immediately forced to her knees, and the mouthful of blood she had been holding back could no longer be contained. A spray of blood erupted, catching Mulan off guard and drenching Miaozhu's entire body and face. Baiwu Qingqing, who had already experienced the power of her saber strike, dared not be careless. She swept her sword with all her might, using her full cultivation. Qinghe's expression was grim. The disciples of the Suyuan Sect had repeatedly fallen at Mulan's hands; indeed...