When they first met, she was completely defeated and spent about ten days in the hospital. The second time was after completing a task; Su Jiameng learned her lesson and neither lost nor gained any advantage. The third time, half a month before the other person’s death, Su Jiameng still didn’t win.

Then... then there was no ’then’. She was like a passerby in Su Jiameng’s life, leaving behind a vivid memory before withering away at the height of her youth. Sadly, that era was not lacking such people...

In truth, there was a ’mentor-student relationship’ between that person and Su Jiameng. Normally, Ancient Martial Technique wouldn’t be easily passed on, but due to the special circumstances of that era, without complex inheritance restrictions, Su Jiameng learned quite a few useful things from her.

Looking at Su Lu, who was poised for action in front of her, Su Jiameng sighed internally. His movements evoked memories from the past, almost overlapping with the memory of that wooden partner... Under such circumstances, could she really send him to Western Heaven in such a short time?

"I won’t hold back, so show your full strength!" Su Jiameng made the same starting stance in the ghostlike expression of Su Lu, with a smile tugging at her lips, "If you are even a little careless, you’ll die too quickly, and it would disgrace your identity as an Ancient Martial Inheritor!"

Su Lu was silent for a moment. As an Ancient Martial Inheritor who had followed his teacher’s guidance since childhood, he might not claim to be unbeatable, but he certainly deserved the label ’expert’! Su Jiameng’s starting stance was indeed identical to his, but her aura was strikingly different, and her movements appeared slightly awkward, mimicking rather than mastering... an outsider to Ancient Martial Arts?

With this thought, Su Lu tightened his grip on the hilt of the Laser Particle Sword. If it only came to competing in Ancient Martial Arts skills and techniques, he wouldn’t necessarily lose! Compared to Su Lu’s thoughts, Su Jiameng’s mind was a bit more complicated. Although they were Ancient Martial Inheritors from different timespaces, their eyes unexpectedly mirrored each other. With this in mind, Su Jiameng’s wrist hesitated slightly, giving Su Lu the chance to charge towards her.

"You’re quite talented..." Su Jiameng barely defended herself, feeling a chill run down her back, chastising herself for being too careless and relaxing at such a moment. If not for the body’s instinctual reflexes, she might have been severely injured by now.

Su Lu remained silent, his usually carefree eyes now sharp like a leopard assessing its prey before a lethal strike, exerting psychological pressure on others.

While defending, Su Jiameng chuckled wryly. The skill and clever use of force by this child were entirely beyond her imagination, redirecting her strength efficiently... Yet, despite her somewhat half-baked Ancient Martial skills not matching up to his, her years of combat experience and close-quarter combat were not something this young child could easily dismiss! With this realization, her eyes narrowed slightly, switching from passive defense to a vigorous counterattack!

"Honestly, your Ancient Martial skills are indeed stunning!" Su Jiameng feigned a thrust with her sword, forcing Su Lu back, leaving a deep, charred gash on his arm near his chest, a particular wound typical of a Laser Particle Sword, difficult to heal with standard medicines.

With her chest slightly heaving from the intense exertion, her eyes clear and fixed on him, "Yet, no matter how brilliant the technique is, without corresponding skill as a foundation, it’s just a lofty facade! Perhaps in ten or twenty years I won’t be your match, but right now it would be too ambitious to escape from me... So, do stay put!"

After speaking, the characteristic hum of the Laser Particle Sword seemed much louder, even someone with Su Lu’s strong dynamic vision could barely discern how Su Jiameng managed to leave a mark next to the artery in his neck. This was the result of his instinctive avoidance, had he hesitated slightly more, he would have been on the Death List by now.

Ancient Martial Technique triumphs in mystical and varied moves, complemented by various Future Interstellar training methods; feats like leaping across roofs from ancient novels are commonplace, and so-called light martial arts are everyday practices.

The emphasis was on energy and body training, making them practically unbeatable in close combat, with few able to stand up against a master of Ancient Martial Technique. Even during Su Jiameng’s peak, without having encountered Ancient Martial Arts, her failure rate would have been very high!

Before transferring to Xilena First Affiliated School, without using Mecha, Su Lu hardly met any peers who could gain an advantage over him! Even compared to senior members of the same sect, the victory margin would not be exceedingly large... yet now...

Due to the constant focus on capturing Su Jiameng’s form and actions, his eyes were sore and weary, the hand wielding his sword red and swollen from repeated intense attacks and blocking. Continuing like this, defeat would be practically assured!

The two figures would clash fiercely at times, separate at others, with sparks flying as their Laser Longswords came into contact.

If there was a third person here, they would likely realize the speed at which these two were exchanging blows had surpassed the visual limit of what their eyes could capture.

You’d barely see any shadows, for sure!

Su Lu’s Grand Uncle, such a remarkable kid, do your father, mother, grandparents, third cousins know!

Su Yanjing didn’t want to miss Su Jiameng’s competition, so he drank a specially made Nutrient Liquid to combat dizziness, slightly recovering his frail spiritual power, and returned to the virtual network. However, due to his current poor mental state, the virtual network directly categorized him as "weak group," surrounded by a faint yellow protective glow.

During the coverage by this glow, all he could do was run around the virtual network, unable to partake in activities like fighting competitions. If he violated this rule, he would be forcibly logged off again by the virtual network.

Upon being redirected from competitor to spectator, Su Yanjing watched the scenario broadcast by the system camera and immediately fell silent, his expression was subtle, with an overwhelmed feeling as if his internal thoughts were trampled by a legion of divine llamas repeatedly. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to cast recommendation or monthly votes, your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please read on m.qidian.com.)