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Upon my arrival, Ning Feiwan couldn't help but furrow her brows tightly.
"Ms. Wei, where is your sword?"
"I'm sorry, but our sect does not use swords." I removed Fenghua from my side and held it in my hand. "May I ask, Lady Ning, how will we determine the victor in this contest?"
Ning Feiwan replied seriously, "As long as one side admits defeat, that will suffice."
"Alright, I concede." I raised my empty hand in a gesture of surrender. "So, can we call it a day then?"
At my words, Ning Feiwan paused slightly, then said with displeasure, "Are you looking down on me?"
"No," I lowered my hand and looked at her with a sense of helplessness. "To be honest, we Saint Walkers specialize in purification and exorcism; we have no combat skills, so I truly cannot engage with you." Please just let me go.
"Stop pretending and making excuses! We’ll know your true strength once we spar!" Ning Feiwan was visibly frustrated by my repeated attempts to avoid battle and charged at me with her sword without further ado.
Indeed, being honest didn’t help at all…
I sighed quietly and swung Fenghua—
A gust of wind arose, and Ning Feiwan's figure froze in place, unable to move.
"Eh?!" Not only she but even the crowd watching from the sidelines was taken aback.
"This…" Ning Feiwan struggled desperately to break free from the binding but to no avail. "Ms. Wei, this is too despicable!"
"May I ask, what is despicable?" I asked calmly.
"If it's a competition, it should be conducted fairly. What do these devious demon arts even count for?"
"May I ask, what does 'fair' mean?" I looked at her indifferently. "Is it fair to force someone who cannot wield a sword to face someone who can? Is that what you call fairness?"
"I..." She gritted her teeth, unwilling to accept this. "You're just twisting the argument!"
"I'm merely stating the truth," I tilted my head and observed her. "I said I cannot wield a sword and have no skills to fight back; there’s simply no way for me to compete with you. And you also said that as long as one side concedes, the outcome is determined. I have already conceded; it is you who refuses to acknowledge it. Everything is clearly following the rules you set, yet now you accuse me of being despicable and not fair? Or do you mean that your so-called fairness requires me, a person who cannot wield a sword, to stand still like a target while you stab me a few times before I earn the right to beg for mercy?" I raised an eyebrow and smiled. "If that's the case, then you should have added a stipulation from the very beginning: conceding only counts after blood has been drawn."
"I..." Ning Feiwan suddenly fell silent, unsure of how to refute this.
"Moreover, what binds you now is not the ordinary demon arts but my exclusive technique, which is also my strength," I smiled sweetly. "As you wished, let you experience it firsthand."
"Hmph, stop twisting words! You despicable person only knows how to use underhanded tricks; what’s there to be proud of?" Lan Juan suddenly stepped forward, unsheathing her sword and pointing it at me defiantly. "Do you truly look down on others this much? The more you disdain showing your true skills in battle, the more I will force you to act! Since you insist on conceding only after blood has been drawn, I'll make sure you lose convincingly!"
"Wait, Lan Juan, this is my competition; don’t interfere!" Ning Feiwan hurriedly shouted.
"Hmph, if you can't even move, how can we talk about competing? Look at her arrogant demeanor; she won't even follow the rules for a simple spar. If we don't teach her a lesson today, what will happen to the reputation of the Gusu Lan?"
With that, she lunged forward with her sword aimed directly at me.
Sigh, calling out the Gusu Lan... Can one person truly represent all of Gusu Lan? Who gave her that face? Who is really being arrogant here?
Feeling helpless, I sighed deeply and slightly turned my body—
In the next moment, Lan Juan's sword pierced cleanly through my left shoulder.
"…Huh?" Upon seeing this, Lan Juan suddenly froze.
She must have been certain that I would dodge her strike or intended to immobilize me in the same way, so she didn't hold back on her strength. However…
I released the wind binding Ning Feiwan, grimacing in pain as I turned to Lan Juan and smiled, "Well, I'm sorry, but I'm really not capable. Is this satisfactory?"
"I…" Lan Juan stared blankly at the spreading crimson that flowed from beneath her sword.
Ning Feiwan, freed from the wind binding, stood frozen in shock, her eyes wide.
The once noisy surroundings fell into a deep silence.
I wiped the smile from my face and stepped back expressionlessly, pulling out the sword from my wound. A spurt of blood erupted forth, splattering Lan Juan's face with a gruesome red, yet she remained in a daze.
The blood quickly stained half of my body.
I slowly raised my hand to press against the wound and murmured nonchalantly, "Heh… what a Gusu Lan… what a paragon of propriety…" I shot a cold glance at Lan Juan and said sternly, "So you only know how to bully the weak…"
Indeed, I had deliberately calculated the angle for her to stab me. After all, such injuries were nothing new for someone like me who had experienced trials on Wailing Hill; they were trivial matters.
If only getting hurt could resolve these troublesome issues, that would be ideal.
However, what I hadn't anticipated was their reaction… What was going on? Hey, Lan Juan, snap out of it! I'm still waiting for your response! Shouldn't you be expressing your disdain for me now, mocking my incompetence? Why is everyone silent?
Could it be… that these girls have never had real combat experience and have never seen someone get injured and bleed?
So, was their so-called restraint really just that? Had they never truly been hurt? It seemed impossible. After all, she wielded her sword with such skill and struck without hesitation...
Just as I was lost in thought, a terrified scream pierced the air, jolting everyone back to reality. In an instant, panicked shouts began to echo around us—
"Someone's been killed! Lan Juan has killed someone!"
"Lan Juan accidentally killed Ms. Wei!"
"I—I didn’t... it wasn’t me... I..." I watched as Lan Juan trembled, her face a mask of fear and confusion as she stepped back, seemingly oblivious to the clang of her sword dropping to the ground.
"Uh..." I stared blankly at the sudden chaos unfolding before me. "Wait, everyone, please calm down! No one has been killed, and no one is dead. I'm still alive..."
Oh no, this was about to escalate!
I had originally planned to slip away quietly amidst the crowd's jeers, retreating to the Detached Courtyard to nurse my wounds in solitude. Perhaps I could use my injuries as an excuse to rest for a few days and enjoy some peace...
But why was I, an injured person, expected to control the situation? Wasn’t that a bit ridiculous?
"What happened? What's going on?"
The commotion attracted a few passing senior sisters, and upon seeing my bloodied state, they froze in shock.
"Guest Minister Wei! What happened? Are you okay?!" One of them rushed forward to check my injuries and apply pressure to stop the bleeding. "You all! What are you standing there for? Someone take her to the Medicine Room!"
"Uh? Ah, no, no need! I'm fine, it's not that serious. I can handle it myself; please don’t worry." I forced a stiff smile, my eyes darting around as I looked for an opportunity to escape.
Oh no! This is really getting out of hand...
"How can this be nothing? What nonsense are you talking about! If you don't treat that injury, it could endanger your life!" Seeing my attempt to escape, the senior sister firmly grasped my hand, not letting go.
"No, um... I'm really fine..." I struggled desperately for one last chance to escape.
"Xiao Chun, hurry, come help on the other side!" Ning Feiwan rushed over and supported me from the side.
"Okay!" Qi Wei, who was terrified and crying pitifully, quickly wiped her face and came over to help without hesitation.
"Uh?" Suddenly, I found myself lifted off the ground entirely; there was no way for me to run now.
"Let's go!"
With that command, the two of them worked together seamlessly to carry me away at the fastest speed.
"Wait, let go of me! I don't want to go to the Medicine Room—"
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