Chapter 879: Chapter 859: Can’t Die!
And Qhianqhian and Gongyang Chou unsurprisingly stood on the first arena.
Gongyang Chou looked at Qhianqhian and sneered, whispering, "In the end, you’re unlucky to face me. I won’t be lenient, you know."
"Who knows who’s the unlucky one," Qhianqhian lightly shook her head, smiled, and whispered. Then she raised her voice, "Hello, Grandfather Gongyang."
Stopping further provocation from Gongyang Chou.
Diwu Yan was worried, and personally came down to judge this match, afraid any crisis couldn’t be prevented quickly from the judge’s stand.
Seeing the dazzling person beside her, Qhianqhian silently shifted her gaze aside, thinking that this kind of person makes other women feel ugly.
In this match, Gongyang Chou surprisingly took out a dagger, unlike his bare-handed approach in the last match.
Diwu Yan’s face darkened instantly, about to say something but was stopped by Qhianqhian.
"Since he has a weapon, it’s not excessive for me to have one too, right?" Qhianqhian looked at Diwu Yan.
Diwu Yan was slightly stunned, with a serious expression but still nodded, "Okay."
"If I don’t have one, can you prepare it?" Qhianqhian continued, "It’s a common item, not difficult to find."
"Sure," Diwu Yan agreed readily.
"Bring me five containers of water," Qhianqhian waved her hand, saying, "Cut open the top and place them around the arena."
Listening to Qhianqhian’s request, Diwu Yan and Gongyang Che both showed expressions of disbelief.
Qhianqhian shrugged, insisting on this arrangement.
Diwu Yan waved his hand. Since they were on a mountain, finding bottled water was easy.
Qhianqhian licked her lips, her youthful face showing excitement, sensing the water element in the air, mumbling, "Would a humidifier be better?"
"Humidifier?" With Qhianqhian’s strange requests, Diwu Yan could only shake his head helplessly, looking at the two, "It’s meant for sparring, don’t go overboard."
Qhianqhian nodded gravely, watching as Gongyang Chou lifted his longsword, she took a deep breath, eyes fixed on him. At the moment he moved, her gaze fell in front of him, "Ice Stab, congeal!"
A slanted ice stab appeared instantly, Gongyang Chou couldn’t stop in time, and charged towards it.
Qhianqhian aimed at the base, so the height wasn’t high. Yet it scraped against Gongyang Che’s thigh without mercy.
This move of Qhianqhian’s made people at the judge’s stand and countless spectators stand up, staring incredulously at the scene on the first arena.
Even Diwu Yan was in disbelief.
Pierced by the ice stab in the thigh, Gongyang Chou watched as the blood flowed out but was helpless when trying to pull it out, stopped by the strange pain.
Qhianqhian blinked, eyes full of excitement, knowing the specially designed barbs were working.
Forcefully pulling it out only strips flesh and blood.
"The Jimo Family, Qhianqhian wins," choices were made rapidly at the judge’s stand.
Diwu Yan was also both surprised and delighted, looking at Qhianqhian; who would’ve thought this child had such talent after just over a month?
Seeing the people at the judge’s stand wave, Diwu Yan appreciatively patted Qhianqhian, "Well done, I’ll come find you later."
Qhianqhian smiled lightly, "Okay."
Being praised by a beauty is truly enjoyable.
Watching Diwu Yan turn away, Qhianqhian gleefully turned to Gongyang Chou, "You know, this was specially designed for you, enjoy it well! Don’t ask if my uncle will approve when you attack my grandfather!" She slapped Gongyang Chou playfully and descended the arena jubilantly.
Unexpectedly seeing a familiar person below the stage; it’s her uncle.
Waving to Luo Xiying, Qhianqhian was full of pride.
But Luo Xiying’s approving gaze turned a bit horrified the next second, rushing over.
Qhianqhian felt herself knocked to the ground by a gust of wind, her vision turned dark, and moments later she saw Gongyang Chou aiming the longsword at her and the person atop her.
"Qhianqhian..." The person on top wanted to say something but didn’t finish; though Qhianqhian didn’t see the face, she knew who it was.
At this moment, Qhianqhian’s spirit concentrated unprecedentedly, and her blood surged, seemingly breaking through some constraint, reaching an unimaginable height.
She didn’t scream powerlessly or show desperation, only determination in her eyes.
She can’t die! He can’t die either! Their world remains perfect; she wouldn’t let this unexpected interruption destroy it.
"Ice Stab! Congeal! Congeal! Congeal! Congeal! Congeal!" Extending a hand towards Gongyang Chou, her gaze unwavering.
A scene unfolded before her; five thin ice stabs appeared around Gongyang Chou, and she seemed to sense his murderous resolve, gripping her fists firmly.
Under the distant lights, the crystalline ice stabs appeared purer and more dazzling.
Her Inner Strength automatically completed nine circuits instantly. At this moment, she had no intention of concealing any strength, life or death stakes, how could she hold back?
"Snap," Qhianqhian’s bun exploded, her hair flying along the ground.
Being tightly shielded by Xu Tianyi, Qhianqhian exuded an overwhelming aura.
The ice stab flickered cold light, carrying a resolute chill as she drove it into Gongyang Chou’s body.
Gongyang Chou froze, his raised longsword couldn’t hold on and began to fall, as if it’ll pierce through Xu Tianyi and her.
As the longsword touched them, time seemed to halt abruptly.
In the next moment, Luo Xiying kicked the sword away.
The yellow light surrounding them flickered before dissipating.
Qhianqhian saw Xu Tianyi’s relieved expression, smiled slightly, "Thank you." Then her vision blurred, her eyes closed, unnoticed by anyone as blue light flashed through them.
"Qhianqhian, Tianyi!" Luo Xiying bent down, inspecting the two, only relaxing after not finding clear wounds, handing Xu Tianyi to Shi Bahao, while carefully picking up Qhianqhian.
"This way," Diwu Yan hadn’t anticipated Gongyang Chou’s audacity, entrusting the arena to others as he swiftly guided Luo Xiying.
What a joke, if the most important people were harmed, Gongyang Chou or even the Gongyang Family couldn’t compensate!
Ignoring barely breathing Gongyang Chou, he told Diwu Lan, "Don’t let him die!"
If not a fatal strike, then living here would be lucky. Without death’s relief, they face endless torment.
A trace of regret fleetingly crossed Gongyang Chou’s severe face.
