Chapter 218

Chapter 218: Hold Your Horses, I’m Thinking

“You want to fight me?”

Wu looked at the woman in front of her and calmly spoke.

It didn’t matter to Wu who her opponent was.

The rewards offered by the Heavenly Profound Gate? Even more irrelevant to Wu.

Wu had only come here because she was bored and wanted something to do.

And Wu wanted to see what these so-called elites from prestigious sects were truly capable of.

“Bored, let’s have a little sparring match.” Mo Zhu’er responded.

“Who is this masked woman?”

“She has such beautiful eyes.”

“Sss! That figure! Those curves!”

“I really want to see what’s beneath that veil!”

“There’s no way she looks bad under there!”

“The betting’s open! Who will win or lose between the Wu Kingdom’s Wu and the masked lady? Place your bets now!”

Outside the magic array where Wu stood, it was already lively.

But when Mo Zhu’er entered, it became even livelier.

Some people even started a betting ring on the spot, with many placing their wagers.

Among these male cultivators, excitement gleamed in their eyes.

A girl fight? The best thing ever! Jiang Ruyan, standing nearby, was stunned.

In Jiang Ruyan’s view, normally, Zhu’er wouldn’t join such commotion.

But Zhu’er had stepped right into the arena.

Zhu’er even said something about “just not liking the look of her.”

Zhu’er must have some grudge against this Wu!

But how could Zhu’er possibly have a grudge against Wu? Moreover, Wu didn’t seem to recognize Zhu’er either. Inside the magic array, Wu looked at Mo Zhu’er and took up a fist stance. “Make your move.”

“Hmph.”

Mo Zhu’er gave a cold chuckle twice, then without further ado, her figure dissolved into wisps of black mist. The mist kept dispersing until ten figures resembling Mo Zhu’er formed.

Black mist clones charged toward Wu.

Wu kicked one clone away, but another clone holding a short sword lunged at Wu.

Wu side-kicked again, using Martial True Qi to disperse Mo Zhu’er’s black mist clone, yet another clone with a short sword came slashing.

Wu grabbed this clone’s wrist, pulled forward, and delivered a punch to its chest—only to find it missed.

Meanwhile, the scattered black smoke coalesced again, reforming into Mo Zhu’er.

In an instant, all ten Mo Zhu’ers closed in, each wielding a short sword aimed at Wu.

“Stealthy coward!”

Wu coldly spat out four words.

Wu planted her right foot firmly.

Just as the ten short swords were about to pierce through Wu’s body, powerful Martial True Qi dispersed all ten Mo Zhu’ers.

Behind Wu, a martial spirit manifestation appeared.

All the mist condensed into one Mo Zhu’er.

Wu threw a punch, the air warping along a straight line as the energy surged directly toward Mo Zhu’er’s chest.

Mo Zhu’er lightly swung her longsword, dissipating the incoming Martial True Qi.

Mo Zhu’er stood fifty meters in front of Wu, smirking disdainfully.

“Princess, you truly are terrifying. No wonder the prince consort-to-be backed out of the marriage back then. If it were me, I’d be scared too,” Mo Zhu’er said with a tone dripping with sarcasm. “Sss…”

People outside the magic array hearing this masked woman’s taunt all sucked in a breath sharply.

Good grief, what kind of grudge was this? Being jilted was embarrassing enough for any woman, and here she was publicly rubbing salt into the wound?

This was intense! Wu frowned, glaring coldly at the woman before her. “What is your name?”

Mo Zhu’er replied in a soft voice, “I’m just a nobody; my name isn’t worthy to enter the Princess’s ears.”

“Fine.”

As soon as those words fell, Mo Zhu’er’s pupils shrank in shock. In less than a blink, before she could even discern Wu’s movements, Wu was already right in front of her!

“Roar!”

Wu threw a punch accompanied by a dragon’s roar.

Mo Zhu’er took the full brunt of the punch but transformed into black smoke once more.

Mo Zhu’er floated behind Wu, creating distance.

However, blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.

Not over yet.

Wu advanced towards Mo Zhu’er again.

“Divine Martial Step?”

Seeing the white flow of true qi behind Wu’s steps, Mo Zhu’er recognized the technique.

She remembered an elder from the Black Lotus Sect who was killed by this very Divine Martial Step.

“Is she the disciple of that woman? Or did this Wu obtain that woman’s heritage?” Mo Zhu’er wondered internally, but she had no time to ponder.

Wu approached Mo Zhu’er, left leg grounded, her elegant, well-defined leg tensed as she kicked towards Mo Zhu’er’s head.

The intensity of this kick made all the cultivators outside the magic array feel alarmed. This masked woman was bound to lose.

“Dong~~~”

At the moment everyone thought the battle was decided, a resonant collision sound spread.

A large tripod blocked Wu’s kick.

Simultaneously, the flexible sword hidden within Mo Zhu’er’s sleeve shot out like a red python, coiling around to attack Wu.

Wu blocked while retreating.

“Boom!”

Seizing an opportunity, Wu stomped forcefully, pinning the flexible sword underfoot. However, blood dripped slowly from her arm.

And just as the two were evenly matched in a deadlock…

Xu Ming and his group arrived at the scene.

“Wow, it’s two women fighting. And that female martial artist in combat attire has such an incredible appearance and figure. Hmm, and that masked female cultivator is also quite formidable. Even though we can’t see her face fully, judging from the exposed half, she’s definitely stunning!”

Yu Wen Xi watched the two women inside the magic array, his expression growing excited.

“By the way, who is this female martial artist? Why does her boxing aura and Martial True Qi feel comparable to Brother Xu’s? And the techniques used by that female cultivator, why do they feel like they’re from the Western Regions? She even has a semi-divine weapon?”

Miao Feng wasn’t particularly interested in women fighting, but these two women caught his attention.

In Miao Feng’s opinion, if he fought them, he wouldn’t last even fifty moves.

“Brother Xu, who do you think will win?” Yu Wen Xi asked Xu Ming beside him.

But Xu Ming remained silent for a long time without answering.

“Brother Xu, Brother Xu?” Yu Wen Xi turned to look.

“Shh.” Watching the woman in the formation, Xu Ming rubbed his eyes. “Don’t disturb me, I’m thinking.”