However, the next second, Luo Qianqian noticed the person in front of her becoming blurry, quickly disappearing. She stomped her foot in frustration, knowing she should have just swung her sword!

"Take my hammer!" He Wenyu had also recovered. The weight of the huge hammer was so great that she had to muster all her strength. After each swing, she needed to pause and catch her breath before the next strike.

Seeing the phantom appear unexpectedly in front of her, she leapt up without hesitation, swinging out her huge hammer. The previous block left her burning with anger. With such a good opportunity now, how could she let it slip by?

"Get lost!" The fair-skinned young man was equally furious, refusing to defend, and directly slashed his sword. The captain of the Blessed Land Cave Heaven being toyed with by two young girls? How could he not be angry?

His physical defense was strong. He was willing to exchange a wound on himself to take down the ignorant little girl!

He Wenyu also sensed the opponent’s attack, but by then her own attack couldn’t be retracted. All she could do now was let go and protect herself, but out of nowhere, an arrow came whooshing down from above, targeting her. She gasped in shock, was this the end for her?

"How dare you!"

With a shout, Luo Qianqian slashed her sword towards the distant bow and arrow shooter behind her. The white mist on the field dissipated, and dozens of Ice Stabs aimed at the fair-skinned youth, shooting without any reservation.

At the same time, Huangfu Yihui’s long whip lashed out, pulling He Wenyu, who had let go of her weapon, back to his side. Now was not the time for concealment. They had no extra people to spare, He Wenyu couldn’t be injured.

"Bang bang bang"

The sound of Ice Stabs striking against the fair-skinned youth’s defensive Inner Armor echoed around, silencing the surroundings.

Even the people in the audience stopped talking, intently watching the field.

Luo Qianqian’s eyes suddenly turned blood red, unfazed by exposing her trump card. She smirked evilly, "You’re the one who should leave!" Dozens more Ice Stabs floated in the air as Luo Qianqian calmly looked at Bai Yizhu and Luo Yanhai: "You two go over there, I’ll handle this on my own!"

The two left without hesitation, their speed surprising the three sturdy youths who had become a bit sluggish from continuously releasing lightning.

But seeing the transparent daggers floating in front of them, they couldn’t help but draw a sharp breath.

The distant bow and arrow shooter had also been struck down by a sword, now on one knee, clutching his chest, his bow and arrow dropped to the side, his face ashen and clearly not in good health.

Meanwhile, Bai Yizhu and Luo Yanhai took over for He Wenyu, and Huangfu Yihui calmly prepared to step forward, but was stopped by Luo Qianqian: "Stay out of this, it’s a women’s fight, you get lost."

Huangfu Yihui’s expression under the mask alternated between pale and flushed before he stopped moving forward.

He knew Luo Qianqian had no malice towards him, obediently putting away the long whip and raising his bow and arrow, appearing dutiful and responsible.

"So disobedient." Luo Qianqian raised her sword without politeness, lifting the fair-skinned youth’s chin with disdain: "See if you can back away faster than I can strike."

The sword rested on his Adam’s apple; any speech or movement could make him spurt blood three feet.

Seeing the hatred in the opponent’s eyes, Luo Qianqian merely raised her eyebrows, unconcerned.

She knew the principle of "leave no trace."

It’s just that the current setting was a bit inappropriate, even though this competition was a matter of life and death, with no mandatory avoidance of accidents, but she couldn’t go too far, leaving no room for others to argue on their behalf.

Yet, if he decided to attack, was there any point leaving room for debate?

Spiritual Power fluctuated in her body, flowing slowly into the fair-skinned youth’s body along her sword. The supposedly tranquil Attribute energy began to churn, heading for the young man’s Dantian.

What? Did you think she was going to cripple his Cultivation Level?

She didn’t have that much ability, and doing so clearly invited trouble.

She just wanted to add some obstacles to his Cultivation path and mark him. Losing face in the arena is one thing, but off the stage, who knows?

With a sinister smile on her face, she didn’t even give him a chance to react. Suddenly and without warning, two daggers appeared from behind, gliding like streams of light past the fair-skinned youth’s cheek.

In an instant, two deep wounds appeared on the youth’s face. Filled with fury, he dared not react.

Given the Armor on his body, Luo Qianqian’s attacks couldn’t cause much harm. Besides his hands and head, only his neck was exposed.

Now a poison-tipped sword was placed against his neck, leaving him unable to move. Although he could retreat, it was obvious that the distant attack from the Nine Heavens Pavilion had also locked on him. Even if he dodged the sword, he faced an attack from behind, making him hesitant to react. He never expected Luo Qianqian to have other tricks up her sleeve, conjuring two daggers out of thin air to wound his prized face!

The next second, the three from the Thunder Series were also injured, filled with frustration. They hadn’t sensed the Spiritual Power fluctuation, yet somehow got cut by daggers appearing out of nowhere.

Compared to their captain, they were fortunate, with injuries only on their arms.

The Ice Stabs floating with a bit of ferocity made them fear moving lightly. If they moved, the Ice Stabs moved too, even though Luo Qianqian didn’t turn to look at them.

The next second, four huge ice edges emerged from the ground, lifting the four’s treasured uniforms into the sky, leaving them dangling with no footing, innocently like sitting on swings.

Massive attack.

The most threatening group battle move unexpectedly appeared, forced out of them.

Clearly, their initial strategy wasn’t like this.

Stars flowed in Luo Qianqian’s eyes, and the dizziness from spiritual power exhaustion abated greatly.

Seemingly unaware, except for appearing extremely pale and clearly drained.

But still, she held the long sword under his chin, "Do you concede or face a group beating?" The voice was calm yet full of seriousness.

Or, she left unspoken, you could choose to die.

Despite not saying it out loud, Luo Qianqian’s eyes clearly conveyed the message.

A slight push of the sword tip left the fair-skinned youth speechless.

Luo Qianqian paid no heed to the audience’s feelings and raised her eyebrows at He Wenyu.

He Wenyu understood immediately, striding over to fetch the flung weapon and stood before the fair-skinned youth, eyes shining, raising her huge hammer high.

The fair-skinned youth turned pale, ignoring Huangfu Yihui behind him, hurriedly retreating and shouting, "I concede!"