novelbin Chapter 292 - 272: Madwoman (2)
Chapter 292 - 272: Madwoman (2)
Just at the moment when Fan Baolong stood out, Shen Yanliu’s face turned as black as coal. He turned his head to look at someone sitting in the corner of the third row of the viewing seats; it was Fan Baolong’s father, Fan Cen, sitting there.
Fan Cen, who runs a pawnshop in Xianggu County and has connections with various people, noticed Shen Yanliu’s gaze but continued to pretend to be calm as he looked towards Zhexing Platform.
Fan Baolong already grasped his wide-blade horizontal sword and jumped onto Zhexing Platform!
He was the only one to stand out, eliminating the need for a round-robin battle, thus no need to draw long and short sticks!
Segmented life-and-death challenge, deciding victory or defeat, and determining life and death!
With a horizontal sword in hand, Fan Baolong’s wide-blade horizontal sword shimmered with a cold gleam under the spring sunshine!
The two engaged in combat instantly, Shen Mizi’s Washing Water Sword Technique sent sword shadows dancing coolly, like flowing water, encircling Fan Baolong.
Fan Baolong, however, wielded his horizontal sword with grand, sweeping movements!
Shen Mizi’s sword tip touched Fan Baolong’s blade surface, causing his sword momentum to sink as he took the opportunity to slash towards Shen Mizi’s waist. Seeing the horizontal sword nearing her waist, Shen Mizi unexpectedly did not retreat; a glint of coldness appeared as she thrust towards Fan Baolong’s throat!
Fan Baolong sidestepped to dodge, and Shen Mizi performed a sword flower to switch from thrust to chop!
The two struggled atop the Plum Blossom Stakes in a fierce contest, back and forth, entangled with each other!
Evidently, they were evenly matched!
Several individuals among the viewing seats showed increasingly intense interest in their expressions, knowing that during segmented life-and-death battles, only evenly matched opponents lead to fatalities!
If one was strong and the other weak, deaths were less likely!
Presently, the two on the platform were evenly matched, leaving only a fight to the death as the path to victory!
Shen Mizi’s gaze grew colder, following her humiliating defeat at Xia Shuangshuang’s hands, coupled with the present life-and-death pressure, her once-agitated heart suddenly calmed.
The sword shadow in her hand became increasingly complex and dynamic!
Suddenly, as if with a pop, an internal, silent change occurred; a thin layer was broken!
She had achieved a breakthrough!
At that instant, Shen Mizi’s gaze turned sharp, as a powerful force surged within her Dantian Meridian...
"This is..."
Many people noticed Shen Mizi’s transformation; her physique, speed, power, had all instantly altered!
"She has broken through to the Great Success Realm!" Sitting among the viewing seats, Shen Yanliu’s cold face suddenly showed an expression of ecstatic delight.
Not only did those with keen eyes notice Shen Mizi’s change, but Fan Baolong, in the midst of the battle, felt it even more clearly and was alarmed!
Previously, his Inner Breath was slightly weaker than Shen Mizi’s, but utilizing grand, sweeping Martial Arts compensated for the slight disparity in Inner Breath. However, at this point, every weapon exchange left his hand trembling and seemingly ready to split!
Meanwhile, the murderous intent in Shen Mizi’s eyes grew increasingly intense!
Shen Mizi’s robe fluttered, as her strikes became fiercer!
Suddenly, with a clang, amidst a burst of sparks, Fan Baolong’s wide-blade horizontal sword flew away, and Shen Mizi gave a wicked, cold smile.
"I’ll use your head to commemorate my Great Success Realm!"
Shen Mizi’s sword edge flowed like water, slicing across Fan Baolong’s throat, with inner breath flashing on the sword edge, causing blood to spurt from Fan Baolong’s neck as his severed head rolled on the ground under the spring sunlight!
Shen Mizi stood atop the Plum Blossom Stakes, her half face speckled with blood, wearing a cruel yet satisfied smile...
The crowd watching fell into silence... Even if they did not know Martial Arts, it was clear Shen Mizi had knocked away Fan Baolong’s weapon and, while assured of victory, cruelly slaughtered him.
"Madwoman!" Ximen Kankan stood there, muttering as he watched Shen Mizi on the Plum Blossom Stakes.
At this moment, Fan Cen dashed down from the viewing seats.
With trembling lips, he held Fan Baolong’s dusty head, sorrowfully crying out, "Baolong..."
Fan Cen held Fan Baolong’s head and jumped onto the Plum Blossom Stakes, cursing, "Mad girl, give my son’s life back! I will fight you!"
Then, a figure flashed from the viewing seats as Shen Yanliu’s form, like a great bird crossing a river, leapt over, delivering a palm strike to Fan Cen’s Dantian.
Fan Cen flew back, blood spilling from his mouth and nose, still cursing incessantly!
Shen Yanliu said coldly, "Fan Cen, disrupting the Talent Selection Conference is akin to treason; imprison him in the Death Prison!"
Several government constables had already rushed over, capturing Fan Cen, whose Dantian was crippled!
Standing there, Shen Yanliu suddenly turned his cold gaze towards Qin Shuban.
Qin Shuban shuddered suddenly, then, coming to his senses, shouted, "Shen Mizi advances to become a sect registered disciple!"
Shen Yanliu looked at Shen Mizi with blood-splattered on half her face, his expression also grim, saying coldly, "Wipe your face!"
Shen Yanliu finished speaking and jumped off the Zhexing Platform!
Shen Mizi watched Shen Yanliu’s back, sneered slightly, jumped off the Plum Blossom Stakes, and headed toward Duan Rong and Ximen Kankan!
Ximen Kankan shivered as Shen Mizi approached. At that moment, he felt a terrifying fear of an approaching ghost!
Xia Shuangshuang took out a handkerchief, handed it to Shen Mizi, who expressionlessly accepted it and wiped the blood spots off her face.
Half of Fan Baolong’s corpse fell right between the Plum Blossom Stakes, caught between two stakes, and the scent of blood pervaded the entire Zhexing Platform...
The remaining six people all looked grim!
There were still six of them, but only two spots left. The remaining rounds were bound to be a series of elimination battles! All six felt heavy in their hearts!
Qin Shuban approached the wheel again and spun it!
This time, Qin Shuban’s spin landed on the leader of the third round!
No one wanted it to be their name!
In a series of battles, the leader is at a disadvantage!
The old wheel wobbled to a stop on a name!
"Leader of the third round, Xiao Yu!"
Xiao Yu’s eyes flickered as he jumped onto the Zhexing Platform!
There were five left below: Jiang Qingyu, Qiu Tong, Yue Feng, Luo Zhoucheng, Gui Zong.
Jiang Qingyu looked at Xiao Yu standing on the Plum Blossom Stakes, hesitated, but those around him were not weak!
Jiang Qingyu lacked decisiveness in his character. He knew that dragging this out might not be beneficial, and he might be the leader in the next round!
At that moment, Luo Zhoucheng had already stepped out, and Xiao Yu’s gaze swept over to him.
The third call from Qin Shuban rang out.
"Leader of the third round, Xiao Yu! Challenger, step forward!"
Jiang Qingyu was about to step forward when Qiu Tong beat him to it!
Jiang Qingyu quickly withdrew his lifted foot!
With Qiu Tong stepping out, the situation changed. He preferred to enter the next round with Yue Feng and Gui Zong.
It was better than facing a four-person battle right now!
Qiu Tong wasn’t weak, even though he lost to Duan Rong in the first round, he’d won the next two!
Qiu Tong’s gaunt face twitched as he stepped forward at the last moment, unwilling to enter the next round’s four-person battle, but as he stepped forward, he saw Jiang Qingyu withdrawing his lifted foot.
Which meant if he hadn’t stepped out, Jiang Qingyu would have!
"For the third round, two challengers! Luo Zhoucheng, Qiu Tong!"
"The two of you, draw the long and short sticks!"
Qin Shuban offered his hand to Luo Zhoucheng first, the sticks hidden in Qin Shuban’s sleeve, only the heads showing from his fingers!
Luo Zhoucheng’s eyes flashed, grabbed a stick head, and drew it!
His expression brightened; it was the long stick!
Qin Shuban directly handed the other stick to Qiu Tong, its length only half of Luo Zhoucheng’s!
Short stick fights first! Long stick fights later!
Meaning in this life-and-death sequence, Xiao Yu fights Qiu Tong first, and then the winner fights Luo Zhoucheng!
Luo Zhoucheng could be said to gain the fisherman’s advantage!
A fierce glint flashed across Qiu Tong’s pale face. To win, he must first defeat Xiao Yu, then Luo Zhoucheng!
Otherwise, he’d have to admit defeat or stake his life!
Qiu Tong turned his head to the spectator seats!
The owner of the Black Tiger Martial Arts Hall, Qiu Yan, noticed his gaze, and his body visibly trembled.
Qiu Tong could see from Qiu Yan’s expression that his father wanted him to withdraw!
However, he was unwilling to retreat!
Qiu Tong’s figure flickered as he leaped up to the Zhexing Platform, and coincidentally, his foot landed right next to Fan Baolong’s remains, the smell of blood invading his nostrils...