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

This is the seventh confrontation between the two cities. For some reason, every battle between the two cities is a focus battle, which is called the Battle of the Two Cities.

On the ring, one side was as cold as ice, the other as blazing as fire, forming a stark and extreme contrast. Bingyao, the Frost Sword Maiden, hailed from the Snow Demon City. She was clad in a flowing white dress, like a goddess of ice and snow descended upon earth. She wielded the Frost Sword, its blade radiating an icy aura. The air around her seemed frozen into ice crystals, which fluttered down in a flurry. Bingyao's face was pure and beautiful, as pure as the cold moon, and her eyes, shimmering with an icy chill, intimidated everyone.

Yan Hao, the blazing sword hero, hailed from the Flame Demon City. He clad himself in fiery crimson armor, its patterns of flames blazing fiercely, as if igniting the entire world. His passion was unbridled, like a blazing sun, radiating endless heat and vitality. The flaming sword in his hand burned with blazing flames, scorching everything in its path. A confident and arrogant smile clung to Yan Hao's face, as if he were the master of fire, and all things in the world would succumb to his blaze.

Yan Hao launched the attack first, raising his flaming sword high and roaring, "Flames, burn the sky!" With a single swing of the sword, a raging sea of ​​fire surged towards Bing Yao. The sea of ​​fire was so intense it seemed as if it could reduce everything to ash. Wherever the sea of ​​fire passed, the stone slabs of the arena instantly burned red, emitting a sizzling sound.

Bingyao shouted softly, her voice clear and cold, "Frost Freeze!" She pointed her Frost Sword forward, and a torrent of frigid air gushed out. The frigid air met the sea of ​​fire with a hissing sound, and the sea of ​​fire was instantly frozen, transforming into a crystal-clear ice sculpture, beautiful yet frost-filled with danger.

Yan Hao didn't flinch, his eyes blazing with a fiercer fighting spirit. "Fire Meteor Shower!" He raised his flaming sword high and swung it with all his might. Countless flaming meteors rained down from the sky, trailing long flames like the final judgment.

Bingyao danced with her delicate body, her movements as light as a swallow. "Ice Lock!" A thick wall of ice rose from the ground and quickly spread upwards. Flame meteors collided with the ice wall, splashing countless sparks and ice shards. The entire arena seemed to have turned into a battlefield of ice and fire.

The two engaged in a thrilling battle of ice and fire in the ring, cold and heat colliding to create dazzling yet dangerous waves of energy. Each clash caused the arena to tremble, as if bearing an unbearable weight. The audience, sometimes forced back by the heat, sometimes shivering in the chilling wind, remained glued to the ferocious battle, cheering and applauding the spectacular performances of both sides.

Group 3: Frost Sword Lady Bingyao vs. Flame Sword Hero Yanhao

Yan Hao's attacks were blocked by Bingyao's ice wall many times, and he began to change his strategy. His eyes became more determined and fanatical, as if he wanted to burn everything in front of him.

"Flame Fusion!" he shouted, pouring his own magic power into the flaming sword. The flames on the sword became even hotter, their color changing from bright red to a dazzling white. The white flames were so intense that the surrounding air was distorted and twisted, as if the very space was melting under the terrifying heat.

Bingyao sensed this powerful threat, but there was no sign of retreat in her eyes. Instead, her fighting spirit ignited even stronger. "Frost!" She poured all her magic power into the Frost Sword without reservation. The sword exuded an extremely cold aura, and a thick layer of frost instantly formed around it.

Yan Hao swung his sword towards Bingyao. This sword carried all his strength and determination, as if it was going to split Bingyao in two.

Bingyao held her sword horizontally to block the blow. "Bang!" The immense force of the impact sent both of them back a few steps. A corner of Bingyao's skirt was singed by the flames, sending wisps of black smoke rising. Yanhao's arm was also frostbitten by the cold, his skin turning blue and purple.

But they did not stop at all and rushed towards each other again without hesitation.

Yan Hao roared, "Yan Yang Explodes!" The flames on the Flame Sword instantly condensed into a huge fireball and smashed towards Bing Yao.

Bingyao cried out, "Ice Shoot!" With a wave of the Frost Sword, countless ice spikes shot out from the sword and collided with the fireball.

"Boom!" With a loud bang, ice and fire intertwined, producing a huge smoke.

When the smoke cleared, it was seen that Yan Hao's hair was burnt a little, and Bing Yao's shoulder was also injured, and her clothes were stained with blood.

Yan Hao gasped and raised the flaming sword again, "Burning Sky Flame!" The flame was like a giant dragon, pouncing towards Bingyao with bared fangs and claws.

Bingyao's eyes were determined, "Freeze for thousands of miles!" The space around her was instantly frozen, trying to block the attack of the fire dragon.

However, the fire dragon was too powerful and gradually broke through the frozen defense line.

Bingyao gritted her teeth, "Absolute zero!" She unleashed all her remaining magic power, and an extremely cold aura instantly filled the entire arena.

Under the erosion of this cold air, Yan Hao's fire dragon gradually slowed down.

Both of them have reached their limit, but still refuse to give up and are determined to decide the winner.

Just when the giant fire dragon was about to break through the ice shield, Bingyao used up her last bit of strength and frantically gathered the little magic power left in her body into the Frost Sword.

"Seal the Cold Soul!" she cried out, her voice filled with determination and unyielding resolve. A dazzling, icy light emanated from the sword, so cold that it instantly froze the ferocious flaming dragon in mid-air.

Yan Hao's eyes widened in disbelief, his expression frozen in place. He was filled with resentment, desperately trying to exert more strength, only to discover to his sorrow that his magic power had dried up, like a dried-up spring, unable to produce a single drop of strength.

However, the flames on the giant fire dragon still danced tenaciously, as if unwilling to be imprisoned, trying with all its might to break free from the cold. Every beat slightly raised the temperature around it.

Bingyao gritted her teeth, her face pale as paper, but she forced herself to walk towards Yanhao step by step. With each step, a clear frost footprint was left under her feet, and those footprints seemed to tell the story of her persistence and difficulty.

Yan Hao was not willing to be outdone. His eyes were bloodshot. He used up all his remaining strength and struggled to stand up and continue fighting. However, he stumbled, lost his balance, and almost fell to the ground in a mess.

Just when Bingyao approached Yanhao, a flash of madness suddenly flashed in Yanhao's eyes. He was like a beast that counterattacked in desperation. He suddenly jumped up, used up his last bit of strength, and swung the flaming sword in his hand desperately.

Bingyao dodged the desperate attack by turning sideways nimbly, and the Frost Sword stabbed at Yan Hao without hesitation.

"Puff!" The sound of the sword entering the chest was clearly audible. Yan Hao's body trembled violently and a large mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth. The blood drew a shocking arc in the air, and then his body fell heavily to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

Bingyao, exhausted and unable to support herself any longer, collapsed to the ground. But her eyes revealed the joy and relief of victory, the light of finally achieving success after enduring so much hardship.

The arena was completely silent, as if time had stopped flowing. Only Bingyao's faint breathing echoed in the silent space, appearing exceptionally clear.