We agreed to save the world together, and you said you are the creator god?

Mu Heng's heart, which had just been lifted up, fell back again.

Jing Anyu was sitting on the high seat at this time, clapping and praising: "Good, wonderful!"

Jing Anping stood aside and put ten taels of silver as a prize into his purse.

The young master, who was defeated by Feiying in one move, suddenly turned red in the face. He was so ashamed that he wished he could die on the spot.

He wanted to lower his head to the ground and walk off the ring.

After the match, Feiying successfully became the defender.

Challengers were the most abundant thing in this competition arena. Soon, a muscular son of an official family stepped onto the stage. His weapons were a little special, two very heavy copper hammers.

"Ms. Mu, it's not too late for you to admit defeat now. If you are hit by my hammer, your small body might not be able to bear it, right?"

"Stop talking nonsense and take the move!"

Maybe it is not difficult for her to scare others with this big hammer.

This was indeed the case, his hammer became her springboard, and after she stepped on his two hammers, she put the sword on his neck as usual.

"you lose."

The people present watched her win two games in a row with one beautiful move, and gradually began to speculate how many games she could hold the title for.

Mu Heng was sitting in the audience, feeling both excited and worried.

At this time, Jing Anyu walked towards Jing Anping, who had just received the prize for the second round and was waiting for subsequent victories to continue getting silver without even sitting down.

"Royal brother, you proposed earlier that both men and women should participate in the competition equally. Isn't that because of Mu Yan's request? Did you know that she wanted to participate in the competition?"

Jing Anping's little thoughts were seen through, but he didn't seem panicked at all.

"To reply to your Majesty, it is true. Mu Yan has been obsessed with martial arts since she was a child. You and I both know this. This time she finally has the opportunity to make good use of it, so she will naturally not let it go."

"If she had come to ask you for help, Your Majesty would not have refused. I am only doing her a favor in advance."

Jing Anyu had no way to refute what Jing Anping said.

"Let's not talk about this anymore. How many rounds do you think she can defend the title until?"

Jing Anping looked at the ring. Feiying had finished the third match easily and was about to start the fourth match while replying with the prize in hand.

"I think she can hold on until this competition is completely over."

"Brother, are you so confident?"

"No, it's not me. It's me who has confidence in her."

Jing Anping looked at Feiying, who had easily won the fourth game, with deep eyes.

At the end of the day, excluding the rest time, Feiying won a total of 23 games in a row and successfully defended the ring.

This martial arts competition lasted for a total of seven days.

During this period, the only way for her to rest is to lose the fight, otherwise she will have to stand on the fight and wait for others to challenge her.

After the first day of competition, Feiying sat in the returning carriage, while Jing Anping weighed a heavy bag of money beside her.

"It's a sure win, it's a sure win, this is the real deal."

Feiying glanced at him and said, "If you keep holding it like this, be careful that the bag will break and the contents will fall to the ground and be picked up by others."

"Don't worry, this is a purse that I specially customized for the competition. It's super sturdy. If you don't believe me, just try it."

Seeing that she had no intention of taking the purse, Jing Anping took it back angrily.

"Don't show such a disdainful look. When we return home, I will immediately give you 80% of what you deserve. I will never take anything from you."

Feiying found that she really didn't understand him anymore. He only got a mere 46 taels of silver. What was he so happy about?

After a night's rest, the ring competition continued.

She defended the title from the first day to the last day, and there was only half a day left before the end of the competition.

At this time, an opponent appeared on the ring who was beyond common sense, but reasonable if you think about it carefully.

This person is Zhuo Ran, the daughter of the great general holding a spear.

"My name is Zhuoran, and I hope Miss Mu can give me some advice."

Feiying first subconsciously glanced in the direction where Jing Anping was standing, and found that his mind was not on the arena at all, but only on happily counting money, so she withdrew her gaze.

"Ms. Zhuo, wait a moment, I have a question."

"please say."

"I have long known that Miss Zhuo has been practicing martial arts since she was young and has extraordinary skills. She is still in the military camp, serving the country. The ring competition has come to an end. I wonder why Miss Zhuo, if you are interested in this competition, has come only now? Are you busy with affairs and can't get away?"

Zhuoran has a straightforward personality and speaks directly in public.

"Miss Mu has been undefeated for seven days and has defended the title to the end. I think she must have extraordinary abilities. I have always liked to fight with strong people. Only in this way can I learn more. I think Miss Mu will not hide her abilities, right?"

Feiying chuckled: "Of course not."

Since she said so, just give her some simple advice.

"Ms. Zhuo, please go first."

"I won't be humble to you."

Zhuoran held the spear steadily in his hand, with the tip of the spear flashing with cold light, and stabbed in the direction where she was standing.

Feiying's sword energy was as strong as a rainbow. She wielded the sword skillfully to block her attack while counterattacking her.

In this way, the two of them fought back and forth, and the air seemed to be cut by the force of the collision of their weapons, and the wind made a sharp sound.

"Miss Mu is really good at kung fu!"

"Ms. Zhuo, you too."

Feiying seemed to have saved enough face, and her flaws had been found, so it was time to end it.

She wanted to change her offensive, increased the strength of her hands, and knocked her spear away.

The spear fell to the ground with a dull sound. Zhuo Ran looked at his hands that were numbed by the force and decided not to continue.

"Ms. Mu, I admit that I am not strong enough. I admit defeat."

"Ms. Zhuo, you're welcome."

Feiying saw that she was about to leave the stage and quickly called out to her, "Wait a minute, Miss Zhuo, the reason you lost the competition today was not because of your strength."

Zhuoran smiled bitterly: "Miss Mu, there is no need to comfort me."

"I'm not trying to comfort you. Although your spearmanship has been practiced to perfection, through fighting with you, I discovered a few flaws in you that you may not have noticed."

Feiying then picked up her spear and held it in her hand.

"Miss Zhuo, I see that your move just now was like this, but here and here are both ways to break your moves and find opportunities to counterattack your loopholes."

"If you change this move to this, no one will be able to get close to you."

Feiying demonstrated to her both the wrong and improved versions.

Zhuo Ran can be considered a martial arts fanatic. She took a look at the moves modified by Feiying and was attracted by them.

Can this trick be used like this?

This is an innovative attempt.

Before she could lament about this move, Feiying gave her next move as an example and attached the modified movements.

For a moment, Zhuoran was mesmerized and immersed in it, forgetting the flow of time and where he was.