Martial Arts Universe: With a single command, 100,000 iron cavalry will sweep across the martial wor

"Thank you, Lord Wu Xiang."

After the two parted ways, Su Qingfeng led 30,000 elite troops to continue their march towards Yangzhou.

Around noon, the army arrived outside Yangzhou. Su Ming came to the carriage and reported, "Your Majesty, there are martial arts practitioners fighting outside the city, and nearly ten thousand people from the martial arts world have gathered."

"Who are they fighting?" Su Qingfeng asked.

Su Qingfeng was taking a nap leaning against Changsun Wuhou when she heard Su Ming's voice and opened her eyes to ask a question.

Su Ming was in a state of turmoil—Lord Wu Xiang had just taken a new wife, should he mention this? He stammered for a long time, only managing to utter a few "that...that...".

Su Qingfeng grew impatient: "What the hell are you talking about? Speak up!"

Su Ming quickly reported, "Your Majesty, it is Wanwan and Shi Feixuan who are competing by the lake."

Su Qingfeng felt a headache coming on: Why are it those two again? This time, instead of fighting over the Longevity Formula, what are they fighting over?

Changsun Wuhou smiled gently: "Husband, is this another one of your confidantes?"

She understood immediately upon hearing the names. Both of these stunning beauties on the martial arts beauty list were inextricably linked to Su Qingfeng. Almost half of the beauties on the list were connected to him, and Changsun Wuhou couldn't be bothered to pursue these entanglements.

Su Qingfeng rubbed his temples and said helplessly, "I guess so... I can't really say for sure. They're both obedient disciples who listen to their master, and Zhu Yuyan from the Yin Kui Sect and Fan Qinghui from the Cihang Jingzhai Sect are both stubborn. I don't want to pressure Wanwan and Shi Feixuan, so let's talk about this later."

He took out a fake copy of the "Longevity Manual" and handed it to Su Ming: "You personally lead a group to Yangzhou, find a man named Shi Long, secretly kill him, and retrieve the real manual. Then spread this fake copy around."

Su Ming accepted the order and withdrew.

Su Qingfeng then instructed the guards, "Have Tong Hu clear a spot by the lake; I want to watch their match. Don't reveal my identity."

At this moment, the martial arts practitioners by the lake noticed the arrival of a large army. Seeing the soldiers clearing the area, the crowd became uneasy, fearing that the army might attack the martial arts practitioners.

To everyone's surprise, the army only cordoned off a small area before standing at attention. Just as everyone was wondering what was going on, a magnificent carriage arrived under heavy guard.

Lu Xiaofeng, perched on a nearby tree, immediately recognized the guards' attire and exclaimed, "These guards are dressed exactly like the guards around Brother Su! Brother Su must be in the carriage... But what is his identity? Even the most elite Xiaoguo Army of the Sui Dynasty is protecting him!"

Hua Wuque stared at the guards surrounding the carriage, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper—their attire was clearly identical to Su Qingfeng's guards. He glanced again at the densely packed army surrounding the carriage, his confusion deepening. He turned to Lu Xiaofeng and asked, "Brother Lu, isn't Brother Su a Song Dynasty citizen? How come he also has an army protecting him in the Sui Dynasty?"

Lu Xiaofeng looked at the carriage, feeling a headache coming on. He wasn't sure if Su Qingfeng was inside. How could Su Qingfeng possibly mobilize tens of thousands of elite troops? Yet, the guards' attire made him suspicious. Lu Xiaofeng rubbed his temples and said to Hua Wuque, "I'm quite confused right now. Xiaobai, why don't you go over and see if it's Brother Su inside?"

Upon hearing this, Hua Wuque turned pale and hurriedly waved his hand, "Brother Lu, are you sending me to my death? Those soldiers are all armed with bows and arrows; if I get close, I'll be riddled with bullets."

Sikong Zhaixing, completely bewildered, grabbed Lu Xiaofeng and asked, "Wait, Lu Xiaofeng, who exactly is this 'Brother Su' you're talking about? I've heard you mention him before—could the person in the carriage protected by the army be the one you're talking about?"

Lu Xiaofeng glanced at the carriage and patted Sikong Zhaixing on the shoulder: "Sikong, Brother Su is my good friend. Right now, Xiaobai and I are just guessing, because the guards in the carriage are dressed very much like the people around him."

"Shall I go and check it out?"

"You've never even met Brother Su, what's the point of going? He's already in Yangzhou, he'll show up sooner or later."

On the lake, Wanwan and Shi Feixuan also noticed the arrival of the army. Seeing the elite Sui Dynasty's Xiaoguo Army escorting a carriage slowly approaching, the two exchanged a glance, their expressions different.

Wanwan felt a surge of satisfaction—she had not only injured Shi Feixuan but also verbally won, finally gaining the upper hand. She smiled at Shi Feixuan: "Little nun, the army is here. Do you still want to argue with me?"

Shi Feixuan's face was cold, but her eyes held suppressed anger, and the Sekong Sword in her hand rang slightly. "Witch, you attacked me with a hidden weapon; how can I let this go?"

Seeing Shi Feixuan's anger, Wanwan laughed even more brightly: "Hahaha, little nun, although your Sword Heart Clarity has been perfected, my Heavenly Demon Technique has also been broken through. This time, you may not be able to defeat me."

"I will capture you, you vixen."

"You wish, little nun."

Before she finished speaking, Shi Feixuan had already launched an attack. This time, she held nothing back, her sword light surging like a tide as she attacked Wanwan with all her might.

Seeing this, Wanwan put away the Heavenly Demon Ribbon and drew out the Heavenly Demon Twin Slashes to meet the attack.

Dangdang Dangdang!

Boom boom boom!

The aftershocks of their clash caused water to splash across the lake, and the onlookers were forced to retreat by the force of their energy.

Wanwan used the Heavenly Demon Body Technique, advancing and retreating on the lake surface like a dancing elf, dodging and counterattacking at the same time, fighting Shi Feixuan to a standstill.

Shi Feixuan, like a celestial maiden, dressed in white, her face as cold as frost, wielded the Colorless Sword, chasing closely behind Wanwan through the air. "So beautiful! Even the clash between two stunning women is so captivating. This trip was truly worthwhile!" "Indeed, one a demon, one a fairy. To witness such unparalleled beauty is a blessing." "Beautiful, so incredibly beautiful! I don't know who to support; both are so dazzling." "I think I should support the demon Wanwan. After all, Shi Feixuan is a nun; she probably doesn't understand matters of the heart." "Nonsense! I support the fairy Shi Feixuan. She has a deep friendship with Lord Wu Xiang; how could she be heartless?" "I support Wanwan!" "I support Shi Feixuan!" "I support both of them; they are both like goddesses descended to earth."

The surrounding wandering martial artists loudly supported their chosen one, some even arguing heatedly: "Witch! Witch! Witch..." "Fairy! Fairy! Fairy!..."

Wanwan heard these shouts during her fierce battle with Shi Feixuan, and felt a pang of helplessness. They were fighting to the death, but these people were only concerned with cheering for who would win or lose.

clang!

Wanwan parried the Color Void Sword with the Heavenly Demon Twin Slashes, and chuckled, "Little nun, as long as you don't compete with me for men in the future, I won't bother you anymore."

Shi Feixuan's sword energy swept swiftly, heading straight for Wanwan, but Wanwan's movements were ethereal, easily dodging the attack. The sword energy struck the lake, creating a towering column of water. "Witch, I will never let you use Su Qingfeng. Give up now."

Wanwan turned in mid-air, lightly touching the lotus leaves with her toes, and looked at Shi Feixuan with a smile: "Shi Feixuan, try this move of mine - this is a move that Su Qingfeng told me about by a top master named Hua Mulan. I practiced it repeatedly before I mastered it, so you have to be careful."

Shi Feixuan's face paled slightly upon hearing this. She hadn't expected Su Qingfeng to tell Wanwan so many things she didn't know, and her heart ached. "Go ahead and attack. I don't believe someone who doesn't know martial arts can teach you any special skills." "Then be careful, little nun. This is the first time I've used this move; I hope it doesn't really hurt you." "Trying to take my life? You witch, you overestimate yourself."

With Wanwan in hand, her gaze turned icy, and she suddenly soared into the air—"Whirling Dance of Splendor!"

A Heavenly Demon Slash unleashed a burst of white light, spinning rapidly as it attacked Shi Feixuan. At the same time, Wanwan, wielding another blade, leaped forward.

Clang! Pfft—

Shi Feixuan swung her sword to cleave the swirling blade, but at the moment of impact, she was jolted by the spinning force and coughed up blood.

Just then, Wanwan also flew over. As Shi Feixuan coughed up blood, Wanwan raised another Heavenly Demon Slash and slashed down from the air.

With a deafening roar, the blade's energy cleaved the lake beside Shi Feixuan in two. Wanwan glanced at the pale-faced Shi Feixuan, a smile playing on her lips—in this battle, she had ultimately triumphed. Shi Feixuan pressed her hand to her chest, asking in bewilderment, "Why didn't you kill me?" The fatal blow had landed right beside her, leaving her utterly confused. She had suffered a complete defeat; she hadn't expected the Heavenly Demon Slash to injure her internal organs with a single strike, and she certainly hadn't anticipated Wanwan holding back at the end.

Inside the carriage by the lake, Su Qingfeng watched from the window. He had only casually mentioned a few moves of Mulan's light and heavy sword techniques in the game "King of Glory" to Wanwan, never expecting she would actually comprehend such an attack. The power of this move was astonishing, but Wanwan's true energy must have been exhausted. He wondered if she would fall into the lake. Su Qingfeng looked at Shi Feixuan, who was coughing up blood, and was also worried about her injuries.

The martial arts spectators by the lake stared in astonishment at the enchantress Wanwan, none of them expecting her to be the victor. Her final move terrified them. High in the tree, Sikong Zhaixing was also shocked by Wanwan's final strike, knowing that even if he were to enter the fray, he would likely face defeat. That swirling, dazzling light came too quickly; even if he managed to block it, Wanwan's follow-up attack would be enough to take his life.

"Lu Xiaoji, could you have caught that whirling dance of light with your Spiritual Finger?" Sikong Zhaixing asked. Lu Xiaofeng's expression was solemn: "I couldn't have. If I had tried to catch that spinning, rapid attack with my finger, it would have been ruined. This move is similar to Ye Gucheng's Celestial Flying Immortal, both are terrifying killing moves." Hua Wuque, who was watching from the side, was still shaken: "These two women are truly fierce. I wonder how that Martial Lord Wu Xiang usually gets along with them." He was only at the Innate Realm, and only after witnessing the battle between Grandmasters did he realize the vast difference between the Innate Realm and the Grandmaster Realm. The two women were about the same age as him, but their cultivation had already far surpassed his.

Those with profound cultivation by the lake also discussed Wanwan's final attack. "Thirteen, we both underestimated these two women. Their strength is indeed above ours. Even I am no match for either of them now." "Indeed, I couldn't withstand that swirling brilliance either."

Yan Shisan was in turmoil. Wanwan's Whirlwind Dance made him feel that he would surely die if he faced her; the attack was simply too fast and too fierce.

This was only the first half of the Whirlwind Dance; if you add Wanwan's subsequent finishing blow, cold sweat beaded on Yan Shisan's forehead. "Chaoying, the Sui Dynasty truly harbors hidden talents; the younger generation is far superior to our Song Dynasty."

"Yes, they're too strong. Wang Chongyang, I feel that in a few years, I probably won't be a match for them either." "Wuqing, can you handle them?"

"It's hard to say. Iron Hand, are we really determined to obtain the Longevity Secret this time?"

"The imperial decree is inviolable and cannot be refused. With the Iron-Blooded Marquis present, let's observe the situation for now." "Commander Xiang, you seem to be no match for either of them."

"Rongrong, although I can't beat these two women, if I want to leave, they can't stop me." "Haha, Xiang Shuai, it seems you really can't beat them."

"It's not surprising that I can't win. I'm good at light footwork and thievery, but martial arts are not my primary skill."

As the crowd buzzed with discussion, two imposing women flew towards Wanwan and Shi Feixuan respectively. "Wanwan, are you alright?" "Feixuan, are you alright?"

The two approached Wanwan and Shi Feixuan and asked with concern.

Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief when she saw her master, Zhu Yuyan, arrive. She had exhausted her inner energy using the Whirlwind Dance technique; had her master not arrived, she would likely have fallen into the lake soon. "Master, I'm alright, I just ran out of energy."

Zhu Yuyan helped Wanwan up and channeled her inner energy into her body. She hadn't expected Wanwan to be able to defeat Shi Feixuan, especially with that final, deadly move.

In the past, when she saw Wanwan practicing this move, she had offered some advice. She never expected that Wanwan would create such a powerful move on her own, which delighted Zhu Yuyan. However, she was slightly puzzled as to why Wanwan ultimately did not take Shi Feixuan's life.

On the other side, Fan Qinghui hurriedly helped Shi Feixuan up, her heart filled with anxiety upon seeing the severity of her injuries. She hadn't expected Wanwan of the Yin Kui Sect to defeat Shi Feixuan; the final move had indeed been too much for Shi Feixuan to handle. Shi Feixuan, her face filled with shame, said, "Master, I'm sorry, I lost."