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

After Xingyao's victory, the next highly anticipated duel is about to begin. The two sides are Qingfeng from Qingmu City and Yanhui from Chiyan City.

Qingfeng's figure was slender, like the bamboo in the mountains that weathers the winds and rain yet remains upright, each inch of his body radiating both suppleness and resilience. He possessed a refined demeanor, a gentle aura of peace lingering around him, akin to a spring breeze. His azure robe fluttered in the gentle breeze, seemingly blending seamlessly with the surrounding nature, without a single sense of abruptness. His face was handsome, like a piece of jade meticulously crafted by a skilled craftsman, every contour perfectly defined and flawless. His clear, deep eyes, like a tranquil and mysterious lake, held boundless wisdom and unwavering resolve beneath their calm surface. The Qingmu sword he clutched radiated a soft, gentle green light, a vibrant, pulsing glow that seemed alive, brimming with vibrant energy and vitality, as if the sword were not a cold, heartless weapon but a sacred vessel of miraculous power generously bestowed by nature.

Yan Hui, towering and imposing, stood like a majestic mountain towering over all. Simply standing there exuded an indescribable sense of oppression. He emanated an incomparably fiery aura, like a vast, unceasing furnace, its heat surging and scorching even the slightest approach unbearable. His features were resolute, their sharp edges as if chiseled by a master swordsman, each line revealing his unwavering resolve and determination. His piercing eyes burned with a fiery desire to fight, as if a single glance could consume everything before him. The flames of the Red Flame Sword, tightly grasped in his hand, rose like swift and ferocious fire snakes, dancing with abandon, releasing boundless heat. The air around him distorted and rippled with the intense heat, as if the very space itself were melting.

As soon as the match bell rang, dull and solemn, Yan Hui, like a ignited powder keg, launched an impetuous, raging attack. His eyes widened, bloodshot, and he glared as if he intended to devour Qing Feng alive. He roared like thunder: "Red flames spread!" With this roar that seemed to rend the heavens, he swung his Red Flame Sword, and a blazing, surging sea of ​​fire instantly swept towards Qing Feng with overwhelming force. The fire was fierce, like a raging beast freed from its restraints, its fangs bared, claws lashing out with unbridled abandon, as if to devour everything in sight, burning and reducing it to ash. Wherever the flames passed, the ground was charred and crackled, and a sharp, crackling sound echoed, like the agony of hellish demons howling. The air was filled with a pungent burnt smell, making breathing feel hot and suffocating.

Facing the raging, world-destroying sea of ​​fire, Qingfeng remained calm and composed, his expression devoid of any sign of panic or fear. He gently wielded the Qingmu sword, his movements graceful and fluid, like a graceful dancer on stage, each movement imbued with artistic beauty. He called out, "Qingmu Barrier!" Instantly, a solid barrier of rich green light appeared before him, like a protective shield. The green light resembled young grass in spring, vibrant and full of hope, each ray brimming with the power of life and unyielding will. The sea of ​​fire surged against this seemingly fragile yet incomparably resilient barrier, emitting a sharp, piercing "sizzle" sound, as if the flames were roaring in anger and screaming in despair. However, no matter how furiously the fire raged, no matter how hard it attacked, it could not penetrate this mysterious barrier imbued with the power of nature.

Seeing his first powerful attack fail, Yan Hui's rage burned like hot oil, instantly intensifying. He exerted force again, the muscles in his arms bulging with the intense effort, veins bulging like serpentine earthworms. He swung the Red Flame Sword even faster, so fast it left a trail of blurry afterimages in the air. "Red Flame Storm!" he roared, his voice thick with rage and determination. With the rapid movement of the Red Flame Sword, the raging sea of ​​fire instantly coalesced into a terrifyingly powerful firestorm. Like an enraged ancient fire dragon, the storm whirled and roared, bearing the terrifying power of destruction and annihilation as it fiercely approached Qing Feng. Wherever the storm passed, the air distorted and seared, vision blurred, and the entire world seemed engulfed in a sea of ​​blazing inferno, a scene reminiscent of the apocalypse.

Qingfeng's brow furrowed slightly, a hint of solemnity flashing across his eyes, but it was fleeting like a meteor streaking across the night sky. Soon, his gaze returned to its usual calm and resoluteness, as if nothing in the world could shake his heart. "Green Wood Entanglement!" he called softly, his voice soft but carrying an irresistible majesty. He pointed his Green Wood Sword at the ground, and instantly, countless green vines erupted from the ground like bamboo shoots. These vines were thick and tough, their surfaces covered with vibrant veins, like a powerful helping hand from Mother Earth. They swiftly entwined themselves with the raging firestorm, their movements swift and resolute. The vines and flames intertwined and collided, emitting a fierce hissing sound, as if two powerful forces were fiercely confronting and wrestling, neither willing to yield.

The battle between the two became more and more intense, and the situation gradually fell into a stalemate. Yanhui's attacks became more and more violent, and every swing of the sword was accompanied by endless rage and devastating power, as if he wanted to completely defeat Qingfeng in front of him and prevent him from ever standing up again. Qingfeng, on the other hand, stubbornly fought against him with ingenious defense and flexible, changeable and unpredictable coping strategies. His figure was like a light and agile bird, moving freely through the gaps in the flames, and every movement was just right to avoid Yanhui's fatal attack. The Qingmu sword in his hand swung from time to time, cleverly resolving Yanhui's fierce attacks like a storm, and every resistance seemed so calm.

By this time, Yan Hui's continuous and ferocious attacks had drained his physical and spiritual energy to a considerable degree. His breathing had become rapid and heavy, each breath like the strain of a heavy bellows, producing a wheezing sound. Beads of sweat, the size of beans, dotted his forehead, rolling down his resolute cheeks like pearls from a broken string. But the fighting spirit in his eyes burned like a raging fire, unwavering and unflinching. He once again summoned his remaining strength, pouring all his spiritual energy into the Red Flame Sword without reservation, as if making a final, desperate stand. He roared, "Red Flame Sky Collapse!" He raised the Red Flame Sword high above his head, and a massive, brilliant, and dazzling blazing sword energy erupted from its tip, slashing down fiercely at Qing Feng. The sword energy was like a brilliant meteor streaking through the pitch-black night sky, carrying unparalleled power and astonishing speed, as if it would split the very sky with a yawning chasm, causing the very earth to tremble in fear.

At this crucial moment, Qingfeng's eyes instantly grew incredibly firm, like two radiant stars set in the night sky, eternally unextinguished. He gripped the Qingmu Sword tightly, his knuckles turning white from the strain. All his spiritual energy surged frantically toward the sword like a surging tide, unreserved. "Qingmu soars to the sky!" he cried out, his voice filled with unwavering courage and determination. He swung the Qingmu Sword upward, and instantly, a massive phantom of a green tree rose from the ground. The phantom tree was lush and leafy, each leaf gleaming with the light of life. Its trunk was immense, like a pillar supporting the heavens, brimming with immense vitality. The phantom rose straight up against the fierce flaming sword energy, as if to challenge it, displaying a fearless and heroic spirit.

Finally, amidst a deafening roar that seemed to distort the very fabric of the world, this intense clash finally came to a close. Qingfeng, with his superior swordsmanship, his more skillful use of spiritual energy, and his unwavering faith, emerged victorious. Yanhui helplessly watched as his all-out attack was successfully parried by Qingfeng, a flicker of dejection and resentment in his eyes, but he could only accept the outcome, languishing in defeat.

The referee walked forward with steady and powerful steps. His voice was loud and clear as he announced loudly: "Qingfeng wins!" There was a burst of warm applause and cheers from the audience. The sound was like waves, one after another, and it took a long time to calm down.

Immediately afterwards, before the audience could fully recover from this wonderful and heart-pounding battle, another thrilling duel full of unknowns and expectations was about to begin...