Auxiliary Women's Strategy: A Virtuous Wife Helps the King to Rule the World

The thrilling battle between Lin Xiao and Li Tao had just ended. The audience's mood was still like surging waves. Before they could slowly recover from the extremely tense atmosphere, Lu Qing from the Evil Demon City and Han Xiao from the Lei Xiao City had already nimbly stepped onto the stage full of majesty and challenge.

Lu Qing was clad in a black robe that seemed to blend seamlessly with the endless darkness, accentuating his slender figure with an even more mysterious presence. His face was as cold as an ice sculpture, like a ghost stalking the night, and every inch of his skin exuded a chilling aura. His eyes were deep and dark, like two bottomless abysses, as if they held endless secrets and unknown fears. His hand, tightly gripping the Evil Spirit Sword, had distinct joints, revealing a resolute strength. A faint black mist swirled around the blade of the Evil Spirit Sword. The mist seemed to have life, slowly wriggling and emitting a chilling aura, as if it could devour anyone's soul if it came close.

Hanxiao, meanwhile, wore a purple, tight-fitting outfit that perfectly framed her graceful and agile figure. Her heroic bearing was imbued with a boldness that rivaled that of men. Her long hair, tied high in a bun, swayed gently in the breeze, like black silk dancing in the wind. Her eyes shone with determination and courage, as if no obstacle or difficulty could deter her from advancing. She clutched the Thunder Sword tightly in her hand, its blade occasionally gleaming with flashes of lightning. Like a nimble snake, the lightning swiftly slithered across the blade, appearing and disappearing, a commanding presence of this powerful sword.

The bell for the match had just rung, heralding the start of a fierce battle like the roar of war drums. Hanxiao launched the first attack, her eyes wide as she cried out, "Thunderbolt!" The sound was so clear and resonant that it seemed to pierce the very heavens. With a single swing of the Thunderbolt Sword, a thick bolt of lightning instantly erupted from its tip, swiftly striking Lu Qing. The lightning snaked down like a silver dragon, shimmering with dazzling light. Wherever it passed, the air was intensely ionized, emitting a sharp, sizzling sound, as if mercilessly tearing the entire space apart, unleashing its boundless destructive power.

Facing this fierce and powerful lightning attack, Lu Qing showed no sign of panic, his face remained calm. He moved lightly, his figure as erratic as a ghost, making it difficult to grasp. "Evil demon, dodge!" He whispered these words softly, his voice low and mysterious. His body dodged the fierce lightning attack at an incredible angle and speed. The lightning lost its target and struck the ground of the arena, instantly bursting into a dazzling light. A charred mark was instantly left on the ground, the mark was bottomless, and wisps of green smoke were rising around it, emitting a pungent burnt smell.

Seeing her first attack miss its target, Hanxiao smiled, her sword thrust unwavering. She gripped the Thunder Sword even tighter with both hands, her gaze etched with determination, as if she wouldn't give up until Lu Qing was defeated. "Thunderbolt!" she cried again, her voice brimming with power and resolve. She gripped the Thunder Sword with both hands and swung it with all her might. As if summoned, bolts of lightning descended from the sky, like a dense rain of arrows, quickly forming a lightning grid that enveloped Lu Qing like an overwhelming force. Each bolt within that lightning grid held immense power, gleaming with a dazzling brilliance that seemed capable of devastating everything, a formidable sight.

Lu Qing snorted coldly, his lips curled up slightly, revealing a hint of disdain, as if mocking the smiling attack, which posed no threat to him. "Evil Shield!" He muttered, and a layer of black light suddenly surged on the evil sword in his hand. The light quickly spread out, like a black tide, instantly transforming into an extremely solid shield. Above the shield, black mist surged, as if it had life, constantly twisting and deforming, as if resisting external attacks. The lightning struck the shield, making a loud "crackling" sound, like firecrackers exploding in the ears. However, despite the fierceness of the lightning attack, it still could not penetrate this powerful defense, leaving only a series of fleeting traces of light on the surface of the shield.

Seeing this, Han Xiao's eyes flashed with determination, a look that seemed to speak of her resolve and unyielding spirit. She took a deep breath, and her entire spiritual energy surged like a tidal wave towards the Thunder Sword in her hand. Her body trembled slightly, clearly pouring all her strength into it without reservation. "Thunder Storm!" she cried out, her voice filled with anger and unwillingness. As she shouted, the lightning on the Thunder Sword instantly erupted, the light dazzling and radiant, like a brilliant star instantly bursting with endless light. A powerful lightning storm instantly formed, and like a roaring dragon, it swept towards Lu Qing with fangs and claws. Wherever it passed, sand and rocks flew, and the ground of the arena was lifted up, revealing the solid rock underneath.

Lu Qing felt the overwhelming force, and his expression finally grew solemn, no longer the dismissive air he had previously held. He gripped the Evil Spirit Sword tightly in both hands, muttering something in a low, mysterious voice, as if chanting an ancient, sinister incantation. "Demon Devour!" He shouted, his voice resonating through the air with majesty and power. The black light emanating from the Evil Spirit Sword instantly swelled, forming a vast black vortex. Like a bottomless black hole, the vortex radiated a powerful suction, as if sucking everything in the world in and annihilating it. For a moment, lightning and darkness collided, intertwining light like a dazzling fireworks display. The entire arena was enveloped by this powerful energy, as if plunged into chaos. The audience watched nervously, not daring to breathe, not blinking, afraid to miss a single moment. Their hearts were in their throats, captivated and completely absorbed by the fierce battle.

She gritted her teeth with a smile, and the veins on her forehead bulged like a winding earthworm. Her body trembled slightly, and it was obvious that she had exerted her strength to the extreme. But she still refused to give up, and continued to increase her spiritual power output, trying to break through Lu Qing's defense. Her eyes were full of determination and persistence, which was a desire for victory and an indomitable spirit. And Lu Qing did not retreat, and tried his best to maintain the power of the evil demon's devouring. His face was solemn, his brows were furrowed, and his forehead was covered with sweat. Those beads of sweat slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the ground. But his eyes still revealed determination and confidence, as if he was sure of victory.

By this point, both men were drenched in sweat, as if they had just been pulled out of the water. Their spiritual energy had been expended immensely, and their bodies began to show signs of fatigue. Their breathing became rapid and heavy, each breath akin to bearing immense pressure, as if they would collapse from exhaustion in the next second.

Lu Qing thought to himself that he couldn't continue in this stalemate; he had to fight quickly. Otherwise, if his spiritual power was exhausted, the consequences would be disastrous. He suddenly shouted, his voice like thunder, deafening. "Evil Demon Erupt!" His voice was filled with power and determination. The black vortex on the Evil Spirit Sword instantly exploded, and the powerful force spread out in all directions like a surging wave. This force instantly knocked Han Xiao back several steps. She stumbled, lost her balance, and nearly fell to the ground. Her face turned pale, and a trace of panic flashed in her eyes.

Hanxiao's body was unsteady, and Lu Qing seized the opportunity to attack. He flashed, appearing before her like a ghost, so fast that no one could react. "Evil Spirit Piercing!" He shouted these words, his voice cold and merciless. The Evil Spirit Sword pierced Hanxiao like lightning, a black light flickering from the tip, carrying a deadly threat. The light seemed to penetrate everything, leaving no escape.

Hanxiao quickly swung her sword to block, "Lei Xiao, block!" Her reaction was also extremely fast. In this critical moment, the Lei Xiao Sword was held in front of her, colliding with the Xie Ling Sword. The two swords clashed, making a crisp sound like the sound of metal on metal, echoing in the air. Sparks flew, like fireworks blooming in the night sky. The powerful impact made both of their arms numb, as if they had been hit by a heavy hammer.

Lu Qing's attacks continued, wave after wave, leaving Hanxiao no chance to breathe. "Devil's Dance!" He shouted the name of the move, his voice thick with murderous intent. His sword moves became extremely tricky, the shadows cascading through the air, making it impossible to distinguish which was real and which was illusory. Each strike carried a fierce killing intent, as if to bring Hanxiao to his doom.

Hanxiao was gradually losing ground. Her physical and spiritual energy were rapidly depleting, her body growing heavier and heavier, her movements becoming sluggish. But she continued to resist stubbornly, refusing to give in easily. "Lei Xiao, strike back!" she cried out, trying to seize the opportunity to strike back. Lightning flashed on the Lei Xiao sword, and she swung with all her might, hoping to turn the tide. The sword's light streaked across the night sky like lightning, carrying with it her last hope and determination.

However, Lu Qing's strength ultimately surpassed theirs. In a fierce clash, Han Xiao's Thunder Sword was sent flying. The sword traced a graceful arc through the air before piercing deeply into the arena's ground. The blade still trembled slightly, as if expressing its owner's unwillingness.

Lu Qing seized the opportunity, leaving Hanxiao no chance. "Demon Seal!" A black light emanated from the Evil Spirit Sword, wrapping around Hanxiao like a rope, pinning her to the spot. Hanxiao struggled mightily, but was unable to break free from the powerful restraints.

Seeing this, the referee announced loudly: "Lu Qing wins!" The voice echoed throughout the entire arena, announcing the end of this fierce battle.

A burst of exclamations erupted from the audience, impressed by Lu Qing's immense strength. Lu Qing tilted his head slightly, a subtle smile tinged with pride and confidence. Then, he turned and gracefully walked off the stage, ready to face the next round of challenges.

Hanxiao, on the other hand, looked unwilling. She watched Lu Qing's departing back, her eyes burning with anger. She secretly swore that she would avenge this vengeance and defeat Lu Qing next time to avenge her previous humiliation.