Oh, by the way, it’s said that "Legend of the Condor Heroes" and the yet-to-be-seen "The Return of the Condor Heroes" are also going to be made into TV series... Su Yanjing thought with some melancholy, will the TV market be dominated by Princess Fusu in the next few years?

Su Yanjing’s concern is indeed necessary. If Su Qinwu were here, he would probably calmly tell the other, "Young man, you’re still too nervous. What are one ’Ancient Sword Legend’ and ’Legend of the Condor Heroes’? In the future, they’ll also remake ’The Overbearing President Falls in Love with Me,’ ’Heirs,’ ’My Love from the Star,’ ’Zen Master,’ ’A Happy Life,’ ’Tiny Times’..."

In short, as long as you know that Princess Fusu has taken over the future TV market, that’s enough.

Su Jiameng was currently unaware of her friends’ jokes and miraculous imagination. In her line of sight was only the boy before her who resisted tenaciously. Perhaps because even at this point, he hadn’t given up, she rarely showed respect and refrained from using underhanded methods to eliminate him. She glanced at the competition map briefly, feeling slightly melancholic as the red dots were approaching overwhelmingly.

Su Lu only felt his hand growing heavier and was hardly able to hold his Laser Particle Sword steady. His chest heaved more intensely and frequently, his breathing becoming labored. His eyes, strained from overuse, could barely see what the person in front looked like.

At this stage, if it were the usual Su Lu, he would undoubtedly throw in the towel and shout, "I’m done playing this game!" But now, for some reason, he didn’t want to give up, nor concede defeat so easily. Even a second longer of delay would be good!

He clearly knew his persistence wasn’t because of the competition... competition? He was just there to watch the fun, not caring about victory or defeat! On closer thought, it was probably because the other started with an Ancient Martial Technique stance, but was an outsider to Ancient Martial Arts... Perhaps he was unwilling to lose to an outsider after years of learning Ancient Martial Arts?

Of course, if Su Jiameng’s capabilities in Ancient Martial Arts were stronger, he probably wouldn’t have lasted this long...

In the end, Su Lu realized his hand was completely numb, and the Laser Particle Sword slipped from his grasp. The brilliant blue blade lost its grip, sizzled, and gradually extinguished, leaving only the sword hilt lying lonely on the ground.

"I once met an Ancient Martial Inheritor..."

Su Jiameng flicked her sword, sending drops of charred blood and dried scabs to the ground. She stepped closer to Su Lu, whose vision was nearly gone, "Her strength was formidable, well beyond what a child like you could match. But... although not as strong, your persistence is similar."

"Ancient Martial Technique is not an obsolete skill by modern standards, I witnessed this from that person." Su Jiameng pointed the sword tip at his throat, the blade’s sizzling sound resounding loudly in Su Lu’s ears.

"And I’ve seen the same in you... ancient martial arts, it’s a deadly technique. At the highest level, you don’t need to see with your eyes, sense with your skin, smell with your nose, or hear with your ears. As long as your body lives, you can counterattack with utmost power..."

The quiet little partner Su Jiameng knew was like this; their last battle in life was magnificently splendid.

As she said herself, she learned ancient martial arts not just to pass on this ancient ability, but to defend her beliefs.

Her beliefs were the same as Su Jiameng’s, and for these beliefs, she paid the highest price imaginable, using her life to protect dignity and faith, dying on a battlefield strewn with Insect Race and human bodies!

"Such Ancient Martial Arts... truly exist?" Su Lu gasped heavily, his gaze unfocused, yet his face expressed fervor.

"Yes, they do." Su Jiameng seemed to recall something and added, "But true Ancient Martial Arts require you to explore yourself... Princess Fusu’s novels... better not read them too much..."

Su Lu: "..." Why, amidst such a somber atmosphere, would a jokester like Princess Fusu pop up?

"Now, I think you can safely log off."

Su Jiameng slightly moved the sword tip away and continued, "By the way, next time you duel someone, don’t overly rely on your eyes. Experience this a few more times in reality, and you’ll gloriously join the blind gang! Sometimes, flexibility can be a means of self-preservation."

However, just as Su Jiameng’s Laser Ion Longsword was about to slice across the opponent’s neck, the person vanished!

What the heck! Forcefully logging out to avoid death, how shameless! Su Jiameng, unable to hold back her strength, nearly stumbled sideways! She widened her eyes in shock at where Su Lu had half-kneeled before, internally flipping the bird!

And Su Lu, who forcefully logged off, fanned his face with his hand, drenched in sweat. Virtual net perception impacted reality, especially for those who forcibly logged off, where the sensory impact was even greater.

Although his eyes weren’t as severely affected as in the virtual network, it was still uncomfortable. He closed his eyes on the bed, panting heavily, "Fortunately, I left quickly, otherwise dying directly... tsk tsk, wouldn’t that be unbearably painful?"

Turning over, Su Lu continued to mumble, "But what exactly is that person’s identity? Their strength is utterly beyond normal humans, and they know so much about Ancient Martial Arts... Could it be she’s also from the Augustus Star System?"

Current Ancient Martial Inheritors are basically in the Augustus Star System, and their numbers are minimal, which is why he suspects this. (To be continued. If you like this work and wish to support it, vote for it at qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)