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

As these two devastating forces collided, a radiance like a blazing sun erupted from the center of the arena. The light was so intense and blazing that it seemed to incinerate everything in the world. The blinding intensity made it impossible to gaze directly at it. The entire arena was completely enveloped by the radiance, seemingly losing its original color in the radiance, becoming pale and unreal, as if entering a chaotic, unknown space.

After a moment, the light faded, revealing the ancient demon monk Jian Zhidu, both kneeling on one knee. Their chests heaved violently, each breath drawing as if they exhausted all their strength. Their heavy gasps resembled the strains of an old bellows, heavy and labored. Their clothing was tattered, strips of cloth fluttering feebly in the wind like tattered flags. Their bodies were covered in a crisscross of wounds, varying in depth. Some were so deep that the bone was visible. Blood gushed out freely, flowing like streams from their bodies, dripping onto the muddy ground beneath them, forming shocking pools of blood. The air was thick with the scent of blood.

Shang Jianzhi raised his head, a look of determination flashing in his eyes. It was a resolute determination to fight to the bitter end, like a flame burning to the very end, faint but incomparably dazzling. He clenched his teeth so tightly that the muscles in his cheeks bulged like small hills, and the blue veins stood out like earthworms, clearly visible. He struggled to stand up again with all his might. The spiritual sword in his hand, which had once shone brightly, was now dim, and even tiny cracks appeared on the blade, as if it had experienced the vicissitudes of time. But his hands were still tightly gripped like iron clamps, refusing to relax even a little. "Sword breaks the sky!" He roared at the top of his lungs, his voice hoarse but full of endless power, as if it was a cry erupting from the depths of his soul. As he made this desperate move, the wounds on his body that had already solidified burst open again, and blood gushed out like a fountain, instantly dyeing his clothes red. However, he seemed to feel no pain. There was only the belief that he must kill and the determination to move forward in his eyes, as if the whole world only had this last blow left.

Seeing this, Mo Dao Gu couldn't help but secretly admire Shang Jianzhi's tenacious will. However, he didn't actually exert his full strength. Instead, he kept engaging Shang Jianzhi, hoping to further hone his swordsmanship through this rare opportunity. His expression remained calm, as if this fierce battle was just an ordinary training exercise for him. After taking a deep breath, he slowly stood up again. The magic sword above his head emitted a low, powerful hum. The sound seemed to come from an ancient call, like a dormant beast about to awaken, as if communicating with its master, preparing for another round of fierce battle. "Original Return to One!" He seemed to be unleashing this move with all his might, but in reality, he still held back. The sword's force was like a rainbow, meeting Shang Jianzhi's attack. The sword's force carried an unstoppable momentum, as if it could sever all obstacles in the world.

The two powerful swords clashed fiercely once again, emitting a deafening, soul-shattering roar. The entire world seemed to stop spinning, and time seemed to freeze at that moment. Under the immense force, the arena finally collapsed and began to crumble. Huge rocks rolled down like meteorites, raising clouds of dust that enveloped the two figures, making it impossible to see their specific condition.

At this moment, Shang Jianzhi's spirit sword could no longer withstand the intense collision. With a sudden snap, it shattered into countless sharp fragments, scattering like fireworks. The fragments gleamed coldly in the sunlight, like falling stars. However, Shang Jianzhi did not give in. With his inhumanly strong will and the profound skills gained from years of cultivation, he managed to steady his feet even as he stumbled. His body trembled slightly, but the determination in his eyes remained undimmed.

Mo Dao Gu secretly admired the move, but his hands never stopped moving. He constantly changed his sword moves, some as fierce as a mountain, some as tricky as a venomous snake, and some as ethereal as a thick fog. Each move contained the essence of profound swordsmanship, with astonishing changes and power. He continued to spar with Shang Jianzhi, showing no mercy.

Although Shang Jianzhi's spirit sword had been broken, he remained calm and swiftly unleashed a series of fierce palm techniques. His palms flew, sending whistling winds and gusts of air. Each strike precisely targeted the weak points of the ancient magic sword technique. His movements were smooth and flowing, leaving the ancient magic sword no chance to breathe. His palms turned red from the excessive force, and the air crackled wherever the wind passed.

The two exchanged blows for dozens more rounds. Mo Dao Gu's sword was as elusive as a ghost, sometimes stabbing from unexpected angles, sometimes slicing through with strange trajectories, making it impossible to defend against it. Shang Jianzhi's palm strikes were as swift and powerful as the wind, each strike accompanied by a whirring sound, as if it could shatter the very air. Each clash between them erupted in dazzling sparks, stirring the surrounding air into chaos, forming visible cyclones.

Shang Jianzhi's strength gradually faded, his movements becoming sluggish. Sweat dripped from his forehead like raindrops, evaporating instantly upon the ground. But he persevered with unwavering determination, refusing to give in easily. Mo Dao Gu also felt a wave of exhaustion, his breathing becoming rapid, but he maintained control of the battle, his gaze piercing, attempting to find Shang Jianzhi's fatal flaw.

Finally, Mo Dao Gu saw a slight flaw in Shang Jianzhi's fatigue, slightly increased his spiritual power output, and swung the magic sword in his hand. A powerful sword energy rushed straight towards Shang Jianzhi. The sword energy was like a substance, carrying the power to destroy everything.

Shang Jianzhi tried to dodge, but found his body couldn't keep up with his mind's reaction. He was knocked back several steps by the sword energy, his feet leaving two deep marks on the ground. His body swayed a few times, and he could no longer support himself. He collapsed to the ground with a plop, raising a cloud of dust.

The referee quickly leaped onto the shattered arena, strewn with rubble and cracks, and examined the two men with a nervous and focused expression. His eyes were filled with concern and caution, afraid to miss a single detail. Finally, the referee took a deep breath and loudly announced, "Mo Dao Gu wins!"

Thunderous cheers erupted from the audience, wave after wave, threatening to overturn the entire arena. The cheers were deafening, and the crowd waved their arms excitedly, cheering for this spectacular battle. Mo Dao Gu wearily raised his hand, gesturing to the excited crowd. Then, his vision went dark, his body swayed, and he passed out.

At that moment, the medical staff from the arena quickly arrived. With swift and professional movements, they carefully lifted the ancient monk Jianzhi onto a stretcher and quickly took him away for emergency treatment. A new round of competition was about to begin in this tense and exciting atmosphere...