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

The fierce duel between Lu Qing and Han Xiao had just ended, and the audience's emotions were still immersed in the tense and exciting atmosphere and had not yet completely calmed down. Long Sihai of Dragon Demon City and Hong Nu of Black Demon City had already taken steady and firm steps, and stepped onto the arena filled with a murderous atmosphere with their postures held high.

Long Sihai stood tall and imposing, like a towering, unshakable peak. His golden armor shone dazzlingly in the radiant sunlight, each meticulously carved plate reflecting a dazzling brilliance like a glittering galaxy of stars. That light seemed to hold an endless divine power, making it difficult to gaze directly upon it. His piercing eyes, like two bright stars ablaze with blazing flames, were deep and blazing, seemingly capable of consuming all darkness wherever they gazed. The Dragon Spirit Sword, tightly grasped in his hand, held an imposing presence. Carved with mysterious and ancient dragon patterns, it trembled slightly, emitting a deep, powerful sound that spoke of past glory and honor. Each tremor emanated a powerful, ancient dragon might, a mighty and imposing aura that seemed poised to erupt at any moment, filling the air with awe and awe.

Hong Nu was short and stocky, like a heavy, solid rock. He was clad in thick, dark, black armor that seemed to absorb all light, leaving no reflection. He resembled an endless abyss of darkness. His eyes, piercing with rage, were like two will-o'-the-wisp flames burning in the darkness, emitting a chilling, sinister aura. He clutched the black magic blade tightly in his hand. Its edge was incredibly sharp, gleaming with a faint black light, like a fang protruding from the depths of hell. Wisps of dark mist lingered around the blade, like the cries of a trapped evil spirit struggling, revealing a sinister power that made even the soul tremble.

As soon as the match bell rang dully, Hong Nu impatiently launched a furious onslaught. His eyes widened, nearly bulging from their sockets, his facial muscles contorted with utter fury and madness. He roared with a thunderous roar: "Dark Demon Slash!" The black demonic blade instantly sliced ​​through the air, leaving behind a sharp, piercing whistle that seemed to rend the soul. Carrying boundless dark power, the blade slashed towards Long Sihai like a bolt of black lightning. The force of this attack was like a mountain falling down, as if it would split Long Sihai in two, cleave the entire world in two, and plunge everything into endless darkness and chaos.

Long Sihai remained unmoved. His face was as calm as water, as if the ferocious attack before him were but a gentle breeze. He snorted coldly, his voice filled with disdain and contempt, a sneer that seemed to mock Hong Nu's presumption. "Dragon Spirit Guard!" The Dragon Spirit Sword in his hand instantly radiated a brilliant golden light. Like the blazing heat of a rising sun, it spread rapidly, forming an impenetrable shield. The lifelike dragon pattern on the shield seemed to come alive, moving with agility. Hong Nu's powerful, all-destroying attack slammed into the shield, but like hitting an indestructible wall of steel, it was instantly and mercilessly deflected, leaving only a dull drum-like crash that echoed in the air for a long time, awe-inspiring.

Hong Nu's attack failed, but far from being discouraged, Long Sihai's contempt ignited a raging rage and frenzied fighting spirit within him. He attacked again like a madman, his roar emitting a roar that seemed to change the color of the world: "Dark Magic Storm!" He swung his magic blade with ghostly speed, and a breathtaking black storm roared out from it. Like a black dragon breaking free from the dark abyss, it pounced on Long Sihai with bared fangs and claws. Sand and rocks flew everywhere it passed, and the ground of the arena was blown away, revealing the deep rock. From the storm, faint howls echoed, like the agony and despair of evil spirits trapped in endless darkness, a terrifying sound.

Long Sihai's eyes focused, a gleam of determination and resoluteness in them, as if he had made some momentous resolution. He shouted, a voice like a resounding bell, resounding through the heavens: "Dragon Flame Attack!" The Dragon Spirit Sword in his hand instantly ignited with a blazing, furious flame, as if magma from the depths of the earth, intense enough to melt everything. With a powerful swing, the flames instantly transformed into an immense, majestic fire dragon. Flames enveloped the dragon like a layer of flaming armor, and from its mouth spewed billowing waves of heat, scorching and distorting the air wherever it passed. Roaring, the dragon charged towards the black storm, carrying unstoppable momentum and destructive power. The moment the two met, a deafening, earth-shattering explosion erupted, shaking the entire arena as if it were about to collapse. The powerful impact force spread wildly in all directions, forming an invisible air wave that was powerful enough to destroy everything in its path, causing chaos in the surrounding air, as if the entire space was about to be torn apart.

Seeing this, Hong Nu knew that ordinary attacks could no longer threaten Long Sihai. He clenched his teeth, his gums bleeding, yet he remained oblivious. He poured all his magical power into the magic blade in his hand, his face twisted and distorted with extreme pain and concentration. A black vortex, as deep as a black hole, suddenly appeared on the magic blade. Like a greedy, insatiable mouth, it exuded a terrifying suction force, as if to ruthlessly devour the souls of all living things. The surrounding light seemed to be greedily devoured by this vortex, and the entire space was instantly darkened, as if it had fallen into eternal night.

Long Sihai sensed an unprecedented threat, his expression etched with a solemnity so intense it seemed as if water could drip from it. His muscles tensed like steel, every vein bulging as if threatening to break free from the constraints of his skin. He took a deep breath, a breath that seemed to draw the entire spiritual energy of the universe into his body. He channeled the vast, surging spiritual energy within him with all his might, roaring, "Dragon's Might Shocks the Heavens!" The Dragon Spirit Sword instantly blazed with a supernova-like brilliance, its light too intense to gaze upon, like a blazing sun. A breathtaking, earth-shattering pressure emanated from the sword. This pressure, like an invisible wave, spread madly in all directions with overwhelming force, dispersing darkness and purging evil wherever it passed. It shattered the black vortex, transforming it into countless black fragments that dissipated into the air like fireworks in the night sky, vanishing in an instant.

By this time, Hong Nu was panting, his chest heaving violently like a bellows straining. Every breath seemed labored, as if he would collapse from exhaustion in the next second. His physical strength and magical power were nearly depleted, and he felt like he had been pulled out of the water, drenched in sweat. But his fierce eyes still gleamed with an unyielding light, burning with a final rage and obsession, refusing to give up. He roared again like a beast, charging forward recklessly, like a mad beast trapped in a desperate struggle.

Long Sihai seized the opportunity, and a sharp, sword-like gleam flashed in his eyes, a light that seemed to pierce through all disguise and defense. He shouted, his voice filled with the conviction of victory and unstoppable power: "Mad Dragon Attack!" The Dragon Spirit Sword in his hand instantly transformed into a gigantic golden dragon, radiating boundless majesty. The dragon's body twisted and stretched, seemingly filling the entire sky. Each scale gleamed with dazzling light, like countless shimmering gems. The dragon bared its fangs and claws, charging directly at Hong Nu with unstoppable, destructive momentum. Hong Nu fought with all his might, but it was no match for the overwhelming force, akin to a divine punishment. A shrill, desperate scream pierced the air as Hong Nu was struck by the dragon, his body flying like a kite with its string cut. He traced a long arc through the air and slammed heavily into the ground, creating a vast crater and raising a cloud of dust that obscured the sky.

The referee stepped forward, his figure blurred in the rising dust. Once the dust cleared slightly, he announced loudly, his voice clear and firm: "Long Sihai wins!"

The audience erupted in fervent cheers and applause, the sound resonating like rolling thunder, resounding through the heavens. The audience's passion seemed to ignite the entire arena. They cheered and leaped for joy, their faces brimming with excitement. Long Sihai held high the Dragon Spirit Sword, its blade reflecting the glory of victory. His face was filled with the joy and pride of victory, accepting the audience's overwhelming cheers and praise, like a true king standing tall between heaven and earth.

"Long Sihai is steady and cautious, and he is really good at it." Mo Dao Gu couldn't help but admire him.