bullyxtreme Chapter 50 Showdown 2
Chapter 50 Showdown 2
Xu Xiaoxiao and Su Miaoyin collapsed to the ground, panting heavily. For a moment, the surroundings were extremely quiet, with only the sound of their heavy breathing mingling together.
A moment later, Xu Xiaoxiao used her sword to support herself on the ground, swaying as she got up. Her hair was disheveled and her clothes were tattered. She staggered a few steps toward Su Miaoyin, reached out her hand to her, and forced a smile: "Miss Su, can you get up? This battle of ours has almost destroyed the arena."
Su Miaoyin used the momentum to get up, patted the dust off her body, her stray hairs sticking to her sweaty cheeks, and gave a wry smile: "Miss Xu, I almost couldn't handle your skills, my legs are still weak."
After saying this, the two looked at each other and smiled, showing their mutual appreciation.
Just as the referee was about to announce the verdict, a deafening roar erupted from the audience: "Tieback! Tieback!" The crowd was fired up, unwilling to let the duel end so abruptly.
After a moment's thought, the referee announced loudly, "Gentlemen, the audience's enthusiasm is overwhelming. If your stamina is still good, how about we have another match?"
Xu Xiaoxiao and Su Miaoyin exchanged a glance, both seeing a resolute look in each other's eyes.
Xu Xiaoxiao nodded first: "In that case, I accept the challenge! Miss Su, let's fight with all our might in this final round."
Su Miaoyin hugged the broken zither tightly in her arms. The zither still exuded the lingering spiritual energy. Her gaze was firm: "That's exactly what I'm thinking. Miss Xu, those tricks just now were just an appetizer. This time, I will go all out. You'd better be careful."
After a short rest, the battle resumed.
With a wave of her hand, Su Miaoyin caused spiritual energy to gather wildly in the air, and the broken-stringed zither floated up on its own, buzzing and the sound waves, like tangible blades, swept towards Xu Xiaoxiao in a fan shape.
Xu Xiaoxiao brandished her sword, creating layers of sword shadows that formed a shield to block the sound waves, but she was still forced to retreat repeatedly.
"Miss Xu, this kind of guarding won't do!" Su Miaoyin shouted, her hands rapidly plucking the strings of her zither. The music transformed into giant spiritual beasts, roaring as they pounced on Xu Xiaoxiao.
Xu Xiaoxiao gritted her teeth, her eyes flashing: "Then break!" Her spiritual power exploded, enveloping the sky with countless sword shadows, and rushed straight towards the spiritual power beast. In an instant, the explosions roared, and the arena shook and trembled.
Seeing that the outcome was imminent, Xu Xiaoxiao's spiritual power waned, and her attacks gradually slowed down.
Seizing the opportunity, Su Miaoyin used all her remaining spiritual power to play a deadly melody, the sound waves condensing into a giant sharp cone that pierced straight at Xu Xiaoxiao.
In a life-or-death moment, Xu Xiaoxiao made a desperate gamble, channeling all her spiritual power into the sword and unleashing a powerful strike: "A Sword Without Regret!"
The swords clashed with a deafening roar, and the light was so dazzling that everyone below the stage raised their hands to shield their eyes.
When the bright light faded, Xu Xiaoxiao knelt on one knee, her sword broken; Su Miaoyin lay on the ground, her zither shattered.
After a long silence, Xu Xiaoxiao spoke with difficulty: "Miss Su... the outcome is decided, thank you for this battle."
Su Miaoyin spoke in a weak voice, but smiled calmly: "Miss Xu... is a cut above the rest. We'll have another match in the future."
After speaking, he slowly closed his eyes, and the arena fell silent as everyone was still immersed in the afterglow of this thrilling duel.
As the light slowly faded, Xu Xiaoxiao and Su Miaoyin collapsed helplessly onto the ravaged arena, surrounded by smoke and dust, and the air was filled with the acrid smell of burning spiritual energy.
Xu Xiaoxiao felt as if her bones were about to fall apart, and every movement was excruciatingly painful. With her last bit of strength, she turned her head to look at Su Miaoyin, who was equally disheveled, and forced a smile that was more like a grimace: "Miss Su... cough cough, this fight really pushed us to our limits."
Su Miaoyin weakly raised her hand, wanting to smooth her disheveled hair, but it fell limply halfway down. She replied breathlessly, "Miss Xu is right. It's been a long time since I've felt so thoroughly satisfied..."
Before he could finish speaking, he coughed violently, and bright red blood splattered onto the front of his clothes.
At this moment, the referee arrived on a whirlwind, his expression solemn. Just as he was about to announce his verdict, a deafening roar erupted from below the stage: "Second round! Second round!" The audience was filled with excitement, their eyes burning with anticipation, clearly not yet satisfied.
Jiang Jingzhi frowned, about to step forward to stop her, but was stopped by his master, Li Changchun, who suddenly appeared. "Jingzhi, don't go. Xiaoxiao has her own plans. We'll just watch."
Li Changchun knows that a person only knows their limits when pushed to the limit. He just watched his apprentice's match and realized that he still left room for maneuver.
The referee hesitated for a moment, looked at the two men on the ground, and asked loudly, "Gentlemen, the audience's cheers are very loud. If you can still hold on, can we have another round to determine the real winner?"
Xu Xiaoxiao's eyes sharpened. She used the broken sword to support herself as she shakily stood up and gritted her teeth, saying, "Why not! Miss Su, we can't spoil everyone's fun."
A resolute glint flashed in Su Miaoyin's eyes. She struggled to sit up, picked up a piece of broken wood from the ground, and said with a wry smile, "Miss Xu is so straightforward. Although my zither is broken, my fighting spirit remains undiminished. In the final round, I will definitely show Miss Xu my trump card."
After a short rest, both sides replenished their spiritual energy, and the duel resumed.
Su Miaoyin formed hand seals, and her body glowed faintly. The broken pieces of wood from the ground suddenly rose into the air, spinning rapidly and transforming into sharp hidden weapons. They carried the power of sound waves and shot towards Xu Xiaoxiao like a swarm of bees.
Xu Xiaoxiao's eyes were solemn. She held the broken sword horizontally, pouring spiritual power into it. The sword hummed and blocked the hidden weapons one by one, but the impact still made her arm go numb.
"Miss Xu, don't think you can stop me so easily!" Su Miaoyin shouted, her hands moving even faster, her attacks with broken wooden weapons becoming increasingly dense.
Xu Xiaoxiao dodged and weaved, seizing an opportunity to counterattack: "Miss Su, take this!" Her figure flashed, leaving countless afterimages, and in an instant she closed in on Su Miaoyin, thrusting out her broken sword imbued with spiritual power.
Su Miaoyin dodged to the side to avoid a fatal blow, her hands continuing to perform incantations. The broken wood of the zither suddenly coalesced, transforming into a giant hand that grabbed Xu Xiaoxiao's broken sword. She sneered, "Miss Xu, now that your sword is gone, let's see how you wield it!"
Xu Xiaoxiao remained calm and composed. She discarded her sword, quickly formed hand seals, and her spiritual energy exploded outwards in a vortex: "Even without a sword, I can still fight!"
He struck out with both palms, carrying overwhelming force, and they collided violently with the giant hand.
With a loud bang, the two were thrown back again and fell to the ground, unable to get up.
With her mouth full of sand, Xu Xiaoxiao managed to utter a few words: "Miss Su... this time... I have no regrets."
Su Miaoyin was barely breathing. She opened her eyes slightly and said softly, "Miss Xu... is also a hero. I hope... we will meet again."
After saying this, the two slowly closed their eyes, and this thrilling and dramatic duel finally came to an end amidst the audience's gasps of amazement.
The arena fell silent for a moment, except for a gentle breeze that stirred up some dust that swirled around the ruins of the arena.
Xu Xiaoxiao and Su Miaoyin lay motionless on the ground with their eyes closed, as if they had no breath left. The audience's hearts were in their throats, and the room was filled with low sighs and anxious discussions.
After a long while, Xu Xiaoxiao's fingers trembled slightly, and then she struggled to open her eyelids. Her eyes were dim but showed a stubbornness.
Despite the excruciating pain throughout her body, she moved towards Su Miaoyin little by little, each movement seemingly requiring all her strength. In a hoarse voice, she called out, "Miss Su... wake up."
Su Miaoyin snorted softly, slowly opened her eyes, and saw Xu Xiaoxiao's disheveled face approaching. She forced a weak smile and said, "Miss Xu... I'm still here. Cough cough, this duel has probably cost us both half our lives."
Xu Xiaoxiao smiled wryly: "Who says it isn't? It's very enjoyable."
As he spoke, he raised his hand to brush the dust off Su Miaoyin's face, but his hand trembled and he gave up halfway.
Just then, the referee strode over and was about to announce the result when an old man suddenly rushed out from the crowd. He was Xuanfeng Daoist, Su Miaoyin's master.
With a flick of his sleeve, he used his spiritual power to help Su Miaoyin up, scolding her with a mixture of heartache and pride: "My disciple, your desperate efforts are heartbreaking to watch!"
He turned to look at Xu Xiaoxiao and added, "Xu girl, this battle was wonderful. You must train diligently with my disciple from now on."
Xu Xiaoxiao bowed with difficulty: "Senior is too kind. I will certainly do so."
Jiang Jingzhi also rushed onto the stage, helped Xu Xiaoxiao steady, and complained in a low voice: "Junior sister, you scared me to death. You had to go to such lengths."
Xu Xiaoxiao glanced at him guiltily: "Senior Brother, I'm fine. It was a great battle, and I benefited a lot from it. I feel like I'm about to break through."
Su Miaoyin leaned against her master's chest, reached out to Xu Xiaoxiao, her fingertips trembling: "Miss Xu, although the outcome is decided, this battle has benefited me greatly. In the future, I hope to spar with you again and seek opportunities for breakthroughs together."
Xu Xiaoxiao grasped her hand and solemnly agreed: "Of course, I also greatly admire Miss Su's skill and talent in playing the zither, and we will definitely exchange skills often in the future."
As the two were speaking, the audience erupted in thunderous applause and cheers, applauding the duel and their resilience.
Elders from various surrounding sects came up on stage one after another, offering healing pills and praising the two men highly, inviting them to their respective sects to exchange experiences after they recovered.
As the noise subsided, Xu Xiaoxiao and Su Miaoyin were helped back to their respective residences.
Before leaving, Xu Xiaoxiao turned back and shouted, "Miss Su, take good care of your injuries. Next time we meet, we'll have to show you some new skills!"
Su Miaoyin replied with a smile, "Don't worry, I will definitely live up to your expectations!"
After that, this battle at the Qi Refining stage became a legendary tale that everyone talked about. The two of them kept their promise and devoted themselves to cultivation, waiting for the day they would meet again to compete.