Chapter 158 - 155: Leave It to Me

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Chapter 158: Chapter 155: Leave It to MeDing! As the cold light approached within less than ten meters, Ling Qianxue also made her move. With a swing of her sword, a layer of frost seemed to cover the blade; in an instant, a chilling suction power was released from the sword, deflecting the direction of the fan blade. "Fan Dance Meteor!" Faced with the sudden cold suction force, Fang Ziyue’s expression changed slightly. He then flicked his folding fan, and the astonishingly sharp blades on it shot out. Her beautiful eyes suddenly narrowed. Confronting Fang Ziyue’s unexpected change in attack, Ling Qianxue was somewhat panicked. However, she was not without countermeasures. Her precious sword fell like raindrops, and streaks of snowflake-like Sword Qi deflected the incoming sharp blades one by one, brushing past her. After avoiding the blades’ sudden assault, Ling Qianxue’s gaze turned colder. Fang Ziyue’s tactics were somewhat unscrupulous—a cunning ploy, truly a forte of the Wildfire Sect disciples. However, at this moment, Fang Ziyue, standing opposite her, suddenly revealed a victorious smile. "Be careful!" A cry of alarm came from below, and Ling Qianxue also felt a sudden chill attacking from behind. As she abruptly turned around, the sharp blade that had brushed past her astonishingly doubled back unexpectedly. Puchi! Puchi! Although Ling Qianxue reacted quickly, the move was extremely elusive, and with existing injuries, several blades eventually wounded her, staining her originally flawless white dress with three bloodstains in an instant. Several blades flew rapidly through the air, circled back, and were then recalled into Fang Ziyue’s folding fan. Watching the scene unfold, Ye Xuan’s eyes narrowed. Fang Ziyue’s folding fan must have been tampered with; otherwise, based on Fang Ziyue’s Martial Sect realm, he could not have managed to control objects so expertly in midair. This made Ling Qianxue’s situation even worse. As for the Heavenly Martial Hall disciples on Ye Xuan’s side, seeing Ling Qianxue’s blood-stained white robe, many were infuriated to the point of bursting, hating that they lacked the strength to prevent their goddess from being humiliated like this. "Hehe, Junior Sister Ling, I’ve told you before to concede. Why put yourself through this?" In contrast, there was not a trace of pity in Fang Ziyue’s eyes. Instead, seeing the injured Ling Qianxue only further aroused his bloodthirsty heart and his desire to toy with her. To this, Ling Qianxue simply snorted coldly. If she were to cry out in pain, she wouldn’t be the unattainable celestial maiden, the ice beauty revered in everyone’s eyes. Her cool eyes showed no sign of surrender. Ling Qianxue then executed the True Lunar Scripture, as a frosty flow of sword light flickered from her hand, striking toward Fang Ziyue. "Too slow." Fang Ziyue smirked, now fully convinced that Ling Qianxue was seriously injured, having been caught off guard by his attack on top of her previous wounds—adding insult to injury. Her sword speed was now far too slow. Ling Qianxue was no match for him. Like lightning, his folding fan shot out, blocking the sword light, then, on Fang Ziyue’s parry, he counterattacked. The two figures began to fight at close range. But in Ling Qianxue’s condition, such combat only resulted in more and more wounds on her body. Eventually, even Leng Ruofeng and Yang Ting in the front row found it difficult to watch. Their worst fears had materialized. Watching Ling Qianxue on stage, her clothes stained with blood, many Heavenly Martial Hall disciples fell silent, their hearts filled with grief. She was fighting for the honor of the Sect. Although Ling Qianxue was usually aloof, many disciples hadn’t even spoken a word to her, but she still won the support and admiration of many. Her peerlessly graceful demeanor and beauty were just superficial. In contrast, the spirit she displayed, valuing the Sect’s honor above her own life, was undoubtedly more awe-inspiring. "This foolish woman..." In Ye Xuan’s eyes, the honor of the Martial Sect was nothing but an empty notion, and his own character had undoubtedly always been more pragmatic. Yet now, Ling Qianxue’s struggle had even touched him slightly. With a mix of emotions, he shook his head... "Give up, stop struggling!" Fang Ziyue’s gaze turned sharp, seemingly also losing patience, and he suddenly intensified his offensive. This battle should come to an end. However, it was at this moment that a sharp gleam flashed in Ling Qianxue’s beautiful eyes. Her swordsmanship suddenly grew stronger, her movements became much quicker, as if she channeled all her strength into this one thrust, adopting the posture of a final stand. True Lunar Scripture, Yin Wind Ultimate Kill! A cold, twisting light enveloped Fang Ziyue’s figure. In that instant, Fang Ziyue’s form was immobilized, trapped firmly, and a startling sword light descended from the sky, cleaving towards Fang Ziyue’s head. "Dreaming of a comeback?" Fang Ziyue’s complexion changed, then his muscles suddenly swelled, black True Qi pulsing wave after wave into his hands. It was as if a layer of black flames ignited around him. His fists, now covered in black fire, clenched tightly and were thrown fiercely. Boom! A massive Handprint, as if ablaze with black flames, struck hard upon that sword light. The two collided with an explosive impact, and an alarming fluctuation instantly swept out. Under the fierce collision, both the black Palm Force and sword light dissipated. The figures of the two combatants were thrown backward. Wah! Unable to hold back her injuries any longer, Ling Qianxue spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, her complexion as pale as paper. It was evident that old injuries had been aggravated by new ones, and her combat strength had plummeted to its lowest point. In contrast, Fang Ziyue took a dozen steps back before his pale face was suddenly twisted with ferocity. Then his figure rapidly halted and, with unrestrained ferocity, he lunged forward, unleashing an aggressive attack towards Ling Qianxue, who was still being thrown backward, without the slightest bit of mercy. "Have I finally lost?" Watching Fang Ziyue approach, despair crept into her heart. Ling Qianxue clearly had no strength left to fight. After a faint sigh in her heart, she closed her beautiful eyes and stopped struggling, allowing her body to drift backwards. This scene brought a bitter taste to the hearts of many Heavenly Martial Hall disciples. "We’ve won!" On the Wildfire Sect’s side, a radiant smile spread across everyone’s faces, waiting for Fang Ziyue to blast Ling Qianxue completely off the platform. With that, this fight would be truly over. "Get down!" Fang Ziyue threw his fist mercilessly, sneered, and prepared to crush Ling Qianxue utterly, ready to destroy her self-esteem and relish the sensation of victory. However, just as his fist was about to hit Ling Qianxue, a hand suddenly appeared, gripping his fist firmly and preventing it from harming Ling Qianxue in the slightest. With a change in expression, Fang Ziyue looked around and saw a young, lean figure unexpectedly appearing in his line of sight. "Is it you, kid?" Boom! Having recognized the figure, Fang Ziyue was caught off-guard as the Palm Force gripping his fist suddenly erupted, sending him flying backward. He staggered back a dozen steps and finally came to a very awkward stop. Behind him, Ling Qianxue also slowly opened her eyes. The anticipated punch never fell, leaving her somewhat astonished. She could now see that a familiar young figure stood before her, a figure not particularly muscular and even somewhat slender, but at this moment, it provided a profound sense of stability. "From now on, leave it to me." The calm voice emanated from the figure, and though it was not loud, it clearly reached everyone’s ears, reigniting a glimmer of hope within their once dimmed eyes...

Chapter 158 - 155: Leave It to Me

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