With the cannon fodder script in hand, it is easy for the king to change his fate

Azhen landed lightly on the dueling platform, raising her hand to wipe the blood from the corner of her lips: "Senior brother, please!"

"Junior sister, please go first," Wen Nanfeng said politely, completely unlike his previous aggressive words. Now he looked like a gentle and refined nobleman, but the ethereal and unrestrained air about him was something that ordinary noblemen could not learn.

"In that case, senior brother, please be careful."

Azhen leaped forward with her sword, the cold blade sweeping across Wen Nanfeng's position. Wen Nanfeng dodged first, without even drawing his sword.

"Senior brother, as a sword cultivator, are you so confident that you didn't even draw your sword when you fought me?" A-Zhou asked.

Wen Nanfeng said, "You just had a match, so you must have been injured. No matter what, you are still my junior sister. It's not that I look down on you, but there are two realms between us. The early stage of Golden Core is like a chasm between the late stage of Golden Core, and it's very difficult to cross."

As soon as Wen Nanfeng said this, the bad impression that Azhen had left on the sect disciples because of Azhen's point of view that the other party was biased towards Lin Ya dissipated a lot, and some people even began to make amends for Wen Nanfeng.

His words weren't necessarily biased towards Lin Ya; perhaps he simply hoped his junior sister would adjust her mindset and cultivate with the right attitude, which was for her own good, though his words were a bit serious.

"Then thank you very much, Senior Brother. But Junior Sister will not hold back and will go all out. If you feel too much pressure later, Senior Brother, please feel free to draw your sword. In a contest, I always hope to win by relying on my own strength, not on others' humility. I didn't say this before because I thought that as cultivators, everyone understood this principle. But today I realize that both Junior Sister Lin and Senior Brother seem to have a great misunderstanding of me."

As soon as she finished speaking, Azhen made her move, which was much more ruthless than before.

With a flick of the longsword, a storm arose, as if a raging dragon or giant beast was charging toward Wen Nanfeng, a truly terrifying sight.

Azhen added, "I just figured out some new moves, and I'd like to ask my senior brother for guidance on where there are any flaws."

Despite being inside the defensive barrier, those standing outside still felt the sharpness of the sword intent. Some even couldn't withstand it, their minds were thrown into chaos, and they had to quickly adjust their breathing to calm down.

Looking at Azhen's position again, they couldn't help but sigh. A genius is a genius. Even though she couldn't beat Lin Ya just now, no one could ignore her talent.

To be fair, Lin Ya's cultivation was indeed very fast, even effortless, but in other aspects, she was truly unremarkable, let alone having comprehended any sword techniques on her own. In fact, she hadn't been able to unleash the full essence of many sword techniques. The reason she could defeat Yun Zhen was largely due to her high cultivation level. But in the world of cultivation, high cultivation level meant being able to overcome everything. As long as you won, even if it was just random hacking and slashing, it wasn't that important.

Wen Nanfeng was also taken aback for a moment, and had to take it seriously. He agreed to compete with Yun Zhen this time with the idea of ​​teaching her a lesson, so he immediately made his move.

He didn't actually draw his sword; he fought barehanded. However, he was a swordsman, and even his bare-handed moves carried the intent of swordsmanship.

The two forces collided instantly, and the scene was so intense that it was difficult to see what was happening. All that could be seen was that the explosion from the collision of forces was dazzling and terrifying.

hiss--

The pain in his palm made Wen Nanfeng cry out. Although he had neutralized the attack and countered, he was injured.

And Yunzhen...

Faced with his counterattack, she didn't retreat in a sorry state, but easily neutralized his attack.

She's clearly two levels below him, how did she manage that?
"That was the first move. Senior brother is indeed formidable, easily deflecting it. I have a second move, more than twice as fierce as the first." As she finished speaking, Azhen launched an attack on Wen Nanfeng.

Just as she said, Wen Nanfeng sensed danger.

Out of consideration for his pride, he still didn't draw his sword this time. Of course, he suffered another hidden loss, which forced him to take a half step back.

For him, this was already somewhat unbelievable. "Senior brother, I have a third move. You should still use your full strength and not hold back. Otherwise, even if I win, it won't be a fair victory. Senior brother just said that we should win with our own abilities. What kind of situation is it if I let you win now?" A-Zhen asked in confusion.

When Azhen said this, she wasn't giving Wen Nanfeng a way out, but rather making it impossible for him to back down.

If he doesn't draw his sword, everyone will say he's letting his junior sister have her way.

She had to make him draw his sword.

He said those words himself.

Anyone with a higher level of cultivation nearby had already figured it out. If Wen Nanfeng didn't draw his sword soon, he might be in an even more difficult situation when facing the third move.

The onlookers didn't believe that Azhen had grasped the sword technique on the spot. They thought she was hiding it, perhaps because she felt it wasn't perfect enough before, or perhaps because her previous defeat was too sudden and she hadn't had a chance to unleash it yet. After all, the previous battle between her opponent and Lin Ya had been incredibly fast. In just three moves, she was knocked off the dueling platform by Lin Ya.

"Since that's the case, I won't stand on ceremony." Wen Nanfeng actually had a bad feeling, but he had no choice but to draw his sword today.

He gritted his teeth inwardly, refusing to believe that Yunzhen's moves could really defeat him when he drew his sword.

The battle between the two was about to break out. Wen Nanfeng, with his sword, was indeed much stronger, but Azhen's third move was even more ferocious.

Wen Nanfeng felt that if he didn't have a sword, he would probably have been defeated.

At this moment, he felt a pang of regret; perhaps he shouldn't have agreed to fool around with her.

Azhen didn't give her opponent a chance to think, each move more ferocious than the last, its power increasing exponentially. At first, Wen Nanfeng could keep up, but later he was completely overwhelmed by her.

The battle ended when Wen Nanfeng's dantian was pressed against by Azhen's sword.

Azhen's clothes were only stained with blood and somewhat disheveled, while Wen Nanfeng was in a much worse state. He was completely different from the elegant man he had been when he first appeared. His clothes were tattered and he looked extremely disheveled.

"Senior brother, how were my seven moves?" Azhen asked with a smile.

Wen Nanfeng's expression was uncertain, and he remained silent for a long time.

"Since joining this sect, I have adapted to local customs and know very well that strength is the most important thing here. I'll make things clear today, and I hope my fellow disciples will not misunderstand. If I lose, I lose. I have no complaints. Don't think too much about it. If you defeat me with your own strength, it means I am not as skilled as you. There is no need to feel guilty towards me, and I don't need any of that. Doing so would only make me seem like a sore loser."

"Junior Sister Lin, I look forward to the next competition." Azhen sheathed her sword, jumped off the dueling platform, and passed in front of Lin Ya with a calm expression. "I will defeat you."

Lin Ya glanced at the bright red blood dripping from Azhen's body, which was very glaring. She realized that this was caused by the other party using power beyond the body's ability to withstand. She once again realized how terrifying Yunzhen's talent was, and even felt a little uneasy.

But she remained calm on the surface: "Then I'll wait for Senior Sister Yun. I'm sorry, I misunderstood before, and I won't do it again."

What is she afraid of?
It's just a competition; that's what she's least afraid of.

Yun Zhen will never be able to beat her! (End of Chapter)