These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

Jiang Ying seemed to be insisting on something in a soft voice. That persistence, which seemed both childish and great in front of him, could easily strike the boy's heart.

But Wei Tu had already stood up.

He rarely... no, almost never, ever advised anyone to give up on anything.

He wouldn't persuade someone with potential to give up a distant ideal, even if that person ultimately dies halfway through.

Wei Tu wouldn't advise those who were already doing wrong to stop; he would make them die halfway through their actions.

Regardless of the circumstances, everyone has the right to pursue their goals.

It's good; he will be fulfilled.

If something doesn't seem so good, or even evil, then it might be that he himself, or perhaps the world, will give him the most real retribution, making him pay for everything.

But this time... Wei Tu walked to his senior sister's side.

Looking at the girl's face, he said softly, "Senior sister, I was actually worried that you knew, right?"

Jiang Ying looked at the boy and nodded, appearing somewhat aggrieved.

"Um...I know...I'm sorry, I don't think I'm strong enough."

Although her junior brother seems much stronger than her now, Jiang Ying has never forgotten her original aspiration: to be the young man's senior sister, someone who can protect and take care of him.

But now it seems that my strength is not up to that standard, and it is really unreasonable for this boy to always worry about me.

The boy suddenly lowered his head, seemingly oblivious to the many people watching him from the sidelines.

As he said, you are passionate and have nothing to hide. Since you are determined to stand against the whole world for this woman, what impact will it have on letting the whole world know about your relationship with her?

He said in a low voice.

"That's not what I meant. I'm just worried that my senior sister might suffer some losses. Because if that happens... when will she be able to entrust everything to me? I want my senior sister at her best. Is it okay to put it this way?"

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"Tsk tsk tsk... This Wei Tu really is as rumored, a womanizer... Even at a time like this, he still can't resist these things!"

"While that is true, but... if it were you, could you resist this Jiang Ying?"

"Damn! What did she say? Why is her face so red..."

"No! She's laughing, I saw it! I'm going to die, I'm going to die!"

A cacophony of voices rose from the sidelines.

Lin Ruoyin watched the blushing girl shyly step off the stage and shook her head helplessly.

"This Wei Tu... really, I don't even know how to describe him. He actually dared to do this in front of so many people..."

But to his surprise, Mu Xitong, who was standing next to him, yawned lazily and said...

Don't you think this is romantic?

"What does this have to do with romance?"

Lin Ruoyin looked at Mu Xitong with disbelief, clearly realizing that the two were from two different worlds and were not even thinking on the same level.

Mu Xitong nodded as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"He protected the person he cherished in his own way, and also made Jiang Ying realize that for her sake, he could disregard anyone's opinions. Isn't that romantic?"

Lin Ruoyin thought for a long time before finally managing to utter a sentence.

"I really don't know what's the point of proving something like this..."

Mu Xitong raised her head and laughed.

"It's good that you don't understand~ When you do understand, it will be the time when the fairy on the iceberg descends to earth. I just don't know if she will roll down or float down on her own."

"Don't talk nonsense!"

"I didn't say who the male lead is, why are you in such a hurry?"

"Who's in a hurry?"

"You're getting anxious! You're getting anxious! You're getting anxious!"

There were constant little incidents on the sidelines.

But the real show is just beginning.

"Yuanjian Sect, Wei Tu!"

The name, though not jarring, excited many in the audience.

Unlike in the past, Wei Tu was already quite famous before this competition even started; in fact, he was already very well-known.

Some wanted to test his abilities beforehand, while others wanted to analyze his tactics and defeat him.

However, the conclusions reached were all without exception.

No trace can be found.

They couldn't find any repetitive moves by this boy, let alone his sword techniques and footwork; he was simply a master of doing whatever he pleased.

They didn't know how the boy's sword could be so unique and impossible to replicate.

A sword wielded at will, a graceful and unrestrained gait, and an unchanging, serene demeanor.

As always, he stepped onto the stage, took out the simple longsword from his storage bag, and appeared before Miao Miao, who was already prepared.

All eyes were on the two people.

Few people believe Miao Miao can win, but no one thinks Miao Miao is without a fighting chance.

The main reason is that the strength shown by this young man named Wei Tu along the way is like the tip of an iceberg, making him unpredictable and leaving people wondering how many more tricks he has up his sleeve.

They were looking forward to a thrilling duel, a spectacular showdown between these two promising young men.

Miao Miao felt the same way. He didn't think he would definitely win, as his senior sister said, he didn't have that strong belief.

However, this sense of insecurity transformed into another kind of belief.

That means to fully demonstrate my strength, treat this as my last battle, leave no way out, show my value, and spread my reputation to the sect and myself. This is the best I can do right now.

As he watched the young man appear before him with such nonchalance, his Adam's apple bobbed.

His gaze was fixed on the hand that Wei Tu was holding the sword.

Wei Tu, however, smiled and looked at Miao Miao.

"Don't be nervous, just fight freely, you won't die anyway."

This wouldn't make Miao Miao any more relaxed, but she couldn't sense the boy's contempt for her; it was as if it were a genuine suggestion.

Miao Miao took a deep breath.

"I will do my best."

Wei Tu nodded.

"That's for the best."

So Miao Miao simply adjusted her breathing for a moment, that is, the time it takes to breathe, and then held her breath.

The flow of Qi in the meridians instantly boiled, like a hot pan suddenly filled with oil, or a bonfire suddenly doused with strong liquor.

He could almost hear the boiling sound.

It happened with a 'whoosh'.

And his footsteps.

With his arms outstretched and his toes touching the ground, his entire figure resembled an arrow shot from a fully drawn bow.

The arrow, released from the bow, hurtled straight toward the white-clad youth before them.

Wei Tu stood there watching him come.

Why do those who are weaker always take the initiative, making them seem foolish?

This is not the case.

If Wei Tu were the weaker party, he would have made the same choice.

Because taking the initiative means that you have at least some control over the situation; at least with the first strike, you can be sure that you have the situation under your control.

If you have too many weaknesses and still choose to play it safe, you're just waiting to die. You'll become prey to be toyed with, or even worse, trapped in a snare.

You can only hope for the other party to make a mistake; otherwise, they have countless ways to make you sink deeper and deeper.

Therefore, Wei Tu was not surprised that Miao Miao would make this choice.

The opponent rushed towards him swiftly and gracefully, and he clearly saw the opponent's sword.

With the sword only halfway between them, Wei Tu also drew his sword.

Without any exaggerated gestures, he simply went to meet them.

The opponent's sword seemed to compress even the air, pushing all the energy towards him.

The wind was blowing directly towards Wei Tu, lifting his hair back.

As expected, the tips of their swords clashed, instantly sparking a burst of light.

The breath flowed in both directions.

But Miao Miao, who was standing right in front of Wei Tu, made a surprising move at that moment.

He released his grip on the sword hilt!

In the next instant, everyone clearly saw Miao Miao disappear in front of Wei Tu, while his sword was still clearly still in front of Wei Tu's blade! It stopped abruptly, without even weakening its momentum, and did not immediately dissipate.

It was as if Miao Miao had disappeared, but his sword, as if he himself were still being held by someone else, maintained this forceful confrontation and stood abruptly in front of Wei Tu.

Just as the crowd was astonished and wondering what this strange situation was,

A figure appeared clearly behind Wei Tu.

At this moment, it seemed that Wei Tu had no strength left to turn around, or no way to turn back!

It was none other than Miao Miao! The Miao Miao who had vanished into thin air!

His seemingly unguarded back was right in front of him! His first sword strike was a complete feint. He was even willing to abandon his sword to seize this sliver of an opportunity, all for this moment, to exploit the opponent's possible initial lapse in concentration, their only possible weakness, their psychological blind spot!

It was as if he could see it all, and that he was going to create a miracle at this moment.