48. Little Heehee’s Fury
“Bam!!!”
This powerful punch, trailing flames, stunned Shangguan Qingyun.
And not just him.
The difference between a spiritualist and a martial cultivator was like the difference between a mage and a warrior. The former rarely trained their physique, while the latter weren’t proficient in spiritual arts.
This was partly due to talent. You couldn’t expect a heavily armored warrior to also cast fireballs from afar. Usually, those with exceptional talent in one area were lacking in the other.
Although it wasn’t impossible to cultivate both, it required time and effort.
Cultivators had limited time. Even if they didn’t need to eat, sleep, or use the restroom, circulating their energy and comprehending cultivation techniques took time. Learning spiritual and martial skills also took time—there wasn’t enough time to master both, unless you were a time management guru.
Dual cultivation was only possible for the most exceptional geniuses—(Gong Yiling: *Wait, then I’m a dual cultivator with dual spiritual apertures and a ridiculously demanding Heavenly Saint Technique. This is insane.*)
Therefore, no one expected this girl, so skilled in spiritual arts, to also possess physical strength.
But…
Not only did Lu Xinyao possess it, but she even punched Shangguan Qingyun, protected by his armor-like qi, into the arena floor.
“How is this possible?”
The audience was in an uproar, even Gong Yiling was stunned.
But then she remembered.
This girl… was a half-demon, a hybrid of Heavenly Fox and Phoenix. Even if her martial talent wasn’t exceptional, her physical strength wouldn’t be weak.
Like, a boxing champion couldn’t defeat Godzilla, right?
“One more!”
Before Shangguan Qingyun could react, Lu Xinyao punched him again.
Simple but powerful, her strength comparable to a half-step Profound Void martial cultivator, amplified by the flames erupting from her fist.
The girl’s delicate appearance combined with this explosive power stunned everyone.
Punch after punch after punch. Gong Yiling even started cheering from the sidelines, her voice echoing through the arena. “Hit him! Yes! Hit him! His left cheek, then his right cheek, then his little—! Beat him senseless!”
This scene was incredibly satisfying.
This barrage of punches continued until the entire arena shook, and Shangguan Qingyun finally found an opening, pushing Lu Xinyao away as she started to tire. He quickly escaped the crater he had been pummeled into.
But although he escaped, he was in a sorry state.
His face, swollen and bruised from Lu Xinyao’s thirty or forty punches, was unrecognizable.
And his chest, also struck repeatedly, had several broken ribs. Her rage-enhanced, hybrid spiritual-martial attacks had pierced through his defenses.
If he hadn’t protected his vital organs with his true essence, he would have been crippled.
“You!” Shangguan Qingyun seethed for a while, his anger boiling.
Saving his strength, showing mercy… all that went out the window.
This girl was clearly trying to kill him!
“Martial Skill: Wind Forest Armguards!”
His hands were instantly covered in a layer of green wind-type true essence, forming gauntlets extending to his upper arms.
He punched again, the force of his attack amplified several times over, easily breaking through Lu Xinyao’s flame barrier.
“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!”
After three long-range punches, Shangguan Qingyun couldn’t see what was happening beyond the flames.
He charged through the barrier, intending to deliver a fatal blow.
With his current defenses, he was confident he could withstand her attacks unharmed.
However…
The moment he entered the flames, he felt a strange sensation.
—His hands felt like they were being burned in a furnace. The intense heat made him frown.
What… what was going on!?
The next moment, the flames resonated with the phoenix true essence Lu Xinyao had left on his hands, amplified by his wind-type true essence, erupting in a blinding flash.
“Boom!!!”
His Wind Forest Armguards—exploded!
The force of the explosion, although anticipated, still sent him flying several meters back.
His hands were bloody, and his clothes were half torn. Fortunately, he was a man, so there was no indecent exposure.
“What happened?”
Shangguan Qingyun was stunned.
He had never imagined being at such a disadvantage against a spiritualist clearly weaker than him.
He hadn’t even used most of his techniques or revealed his true strength. From the moment he stepped onto the arena, his plan was to—haha, there was no plan!
“Aren’t you… very strong?”
The girl’s voice echoed in his ears.
Lu Xinyao, amidst the flames, looked like a death god emerging from hell.
Shangguan Qingyun was speechless.
“Didn’t you… want me dead?”
He thought she was referring to the time they were chased by his assassins and almost killed by the Flame Python.
“If it weren’t for Big Sister’s good fortune, you wouldn’t have enough lives to spare, you know?”
Before he could respond, the girl punched him in the face, grabbed his sleeve, and pulled him closer.
“And do you think… our feud ends here?”
Feud?
What feud?
Shangguan Qingyun’s eyes widened in horror, a terrible premonition washing over him.
This girl… no…
It couldn’t be.
She was dead, she had fallen off the cliff.
“Do you think I’m already dead?” Hidden by the flames, the girl’s eyes and hair turned purplish-black. “Dear Brother?”
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