As he dodged a sword strike, Mu Shaoze also unleashed his own attack. He did not use any swordsmanship, just a simple, direct thrust targeting Li Ping, exuding an ancient, pure essence.
A sense of simplicity reached the ultimate.
Clearly, Li Ping could see this attack, but for some reason, she just couldn’t dodge it.
The expression in Li Ping’s beautiful eyes became even more solemn. Her white robe ethereal, like a goddess moving about, although she couldn’t dodge, she still tried.
While dodging the sword strike, Li Ping’s wrist trembled again.
Another sword was unleashed.
"Blazing Blood Sword!!!"
She uttered these three words, her face turning slightly pale, clearly, this strike was taxing.
As this sword was unleashed, suddenly, all the spectators felt as if their eyes were scorched by fire, causing intense pain.
The burst of sword light was like a spark heading straight towards Mu Shaoze’s sword.
In the blink of an eye, they collided.
Mu Shaoze’s sword suddenly became still as if frozen in mid-air, distinctly clear, suspended in the air, motionless.
And at the tip of that sword, there was a point of firelight.
But, that stillness only lasted for a breath.
That point of firelight dissipated.
Mu Shaoze’s sword did not change direction at all!
It continued onward...
Li Ping couldn’t dodge it anymore.
Mu Shaoze’s sword landed on Li Ping’s shoulder.
A spray of blood burst forth from Li Ping’s shoulder, extremely crimson.
Li Ping staggered back several steps, her Mysterious Qi trembling as she shook Mu Shaoze’s sword away.
"Don’t keep pushing yourself. You’re not my equal. Forcing yourself to battle me is pointless beyond hurting your own confidence in martial arts cultivation," Mu Shaoze was not eager to continue attacking but merely smiled faintly with a gentlemanly flair, yet also with a hint of arrogance.
Li Ping remained silent.
"The only reason I agreed to this battle is to let you see where you stand. Don’t think that just because you’ve fought some life-and-death battles in the Blood Abyss and won some, you can challenge the Top Prodigy Level of Nan’e Ancient Capital," Mu Shaoze laughed, a pride that came from his bones.
In Nan’e Ancient Capital, families can be divided into top-level, upper-class, middle-class, and lower-class.
And not all prodigies are the same; they too are divided into Top Prodigy, upper-class prodigy, middle-class prodigy, and lower-class prodigy.
Li Ping was originally at the level of an upper-class prodigy.
While Mu Shaoze was at the Top Prodigy Level.
Frankly speaking, Mu Shaoze looked down on Li Ping, although she was extremely beautiful, a rare beauty in the Nan’e Ancient Capital, but, unfortunately, in the world of martial arts cultivation, sometimes, strength is what matters most.
Even though Li Ping had recently been progressing rapidly, reaching the peak of the upper-class prodigies of Nan’e Ancient Capital, she was still considered an upper-class prodigy, wasn’t she?
His acceptance of Li Ping’s challenge also included the intention of letting Li Ping realize the gap and see herself clearly.
The Top Prodigy Level is not something Li Ping could just decide to step into.
To put it harshly, Li Ping isn’t worthy at the moment!
Each Top Prodigy of Nan’e Ancient Capital has their pride; they don’t want just Every Tom, Dick, and Harry to share the honor of ’Top Prodigy’.
"Blood Spirit Sword!!!" Li Ping, without a word or rebuttal, just stared deeply at Mu Shaoze, her eyes full of intense battle intent. Then, she coldly shouted.
Another strike with her sword.
Moreover, observant ones might notice that after this strike, Li Ping’s Qi became even more disordered, her exhaustion growing greater.
After this sword strike, the entire Martial Battle Platform was engulfed in red.
Mu Shaoze disappeared.
Li Ping also disappeared.
Both were enveloped in red.
It was as if they had become invisible.
Amid such redness, Li Ping’s entire body suddenly turned into a mist of blood, merging into the bloody air.
Her beautiful eyes unblinking, she locked onto Mu Shaoze.
Her sword, too, was silent, a Dao Artifact Tier sword that suddenly seemed like an ordinary weapon, devoid of any fierce or dominant aura.
And what about Mu Shaoze? He stood still in his original spot, motionless.
His face bore a playful look, some disdain.
He seemed motionless, but his hand holding the longsword was clearly twitching slightly.
He was gathering Mysterious Qi, channeling all the Mysterious Qi into his longsword.
Li Ping, like a ghostly figure in white, appeared suddenly to the right of Mu Shaoze. Without any delay, faster than a fraction of a breath, she thrust her sword out.
That sword had only one description: fast. Fast to the core, fast as the Netherworld, chillingly fast, so fast that even the air and the mind could not react.
Although Li Ping’s sword was extremely fast, the outcome...
Mu Shaoze, as if he had foreseen it, blocked it accurately, effortlessly.
Moreover, as the two swords collided, it was clear that Li Ping was like being struck by a huge force, with blood suddenly spilling from the corners of her mouth and her face turning even paler than from sheer terror.
At that moment, Mu Shaoze’s wrist moved slightly. Follow current novels on novᴇlfire.net
The sword in his hand, as if it possessed a soul, made a fiendishly strange circling maneuver, like the fastest, most venomous snake lunging forward.
In a fraction of a breath, Mu Shaoze’s sword, slightly bent, landed precisely on the wrist of Li Ping’s hand that was gripping her longsword.
Suddenly, a stream of bright red burst forth from Li Ping’s wrist, like a red thread tied around it.
Li Ping, unable to control herself, let go, and her sword fell to the ground.
Li Ping’s face drastically changed as she instinctively backed away!
After slicing through Li Ping’s wrist, Mu Shaoze’s sword rose, and struck between her neck and collarbone.
Li Ping’s breath halted, and the pain at her neck and collarbone erupted, completely throwing her off her rhythm as she retreated without regard for anything else.
Mu Shaoze, however, didn’t advance but stood there with his sword, wearing a mocking smile.
"Huff, huff, huff..." At the corner of the Martial Battle Platform, Li Ping stood there, gasping heavily, her exceedingly beautiful face completely drained of color. Gritting her teeth, she realized she had lost, and it was a crushing defeat.
She was not only no match for Mu Shaoze, but the distance between her and him was vast—immense!
In the spectator seats, over a million Martial Cultivators excitedly shouted Mu Shaoze’s name.