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

Above the arena, a poisonous fog filled the air, a shroud of illusions, transporting one to a world both illusory and deadly. Ying You, the Poison Mist Sword Demon, hailed from the Poisonous Miasma Demon City. He wore dark green clothing that exuded a pungent, nauseating fumes. The Poison Mist Sword in his hand was shrouded in a green mist, which occasionally shimmered with eerie, deadly venom. Ying You's face was gloomy, as if shrouded in a thick haze, his eyes gleaming with a sinister glint, like a venomous snake waiting for its moment.

The Phantom Sword Master, Huankong, hailed from the Void Demon City. He wore a pale blue robe that fluttered in the wind, seemingly blending with the surrounding air. His figure was elusive, like a fleeting shadow, making it difficult to discern his true location. The phantom sword in his hand shone with a strange light, imbued with mysterious power, capable of creating countless illusions to confuse opponents. Huankong wore an enigmatic smile, one that seemed to conceal countless secrets and traps, leaving a chilling chill.

Ying You took the lead, brandishing the Poison Mist Sword and muttering, "Poison Mist!" With a wave of the sword, a green poisonous mist quickly spread out, like a thick green curtain, enveloping the illusionary sky. Wherever the poisonous mist touched, black pits corroded the ground of the arena, making a sizzling sound.

Huankong snorted softly, his lips curled up slightly, "Shadow Shuttle!" His body transformed into countless phantoms, moving freely through the poisonous fog. The phantoms were so varied in form that it was difficult to distinguish true from false, causing Yingyou's attacks to miss time and again.

Seeing this, Ying You's face darkened even further. "Poison Mist Erosion!" He swung the Poison Mist Sword again, increasing the toxicity of the mist. The green mist became thicker and more toxic, attempting to corrode Huan Kong's phantom.

Huankong, however, showed no fear. He gripped the phantom sword tightly in both hands and shouted, "Phantom Clone!" Instantly, multiple clones emerged, each wielding a phantom sword, attacking Yingyou. For a moment, the arena was a crisscross of swords and shadows, a tangled web of poisonous mist and phantoms, blurring the lines between reality and illusion. The audience held their breath, nervously watching this bizarre contest, their hearts filled with anticipation and speculation about the outcome.

Yingyou's poisonous fog continued to erode Huankong's phantom. The green poisonous fog seemed to have life, tightly wrapping around the phantom and causing it to gradually dissipate.

Huankong frowned, realizing the situation was unfavorable. "Phantoms, unite!" he shouted, instantly retracting all his clones. Suddenly, his aura surged, and light emanated from his body, illuminating the entire arena.

"Phantom Charge!" He transformed into a brilliant beam of light and rushed towards Ying You like a meteor. His speed was so fast that no one could react in time.

Ying You quickly used the Poison Mist Sword to block it. "Boom!" A powerful force erupted around the two of them. This force swept out like a storm, dispersing much of the surrounding poisonous fog.

Ying You was also knocked back a few steps. His face turned gloomy and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Huankong didn't give Yingyou a chance to breathe, and swung the Phantom Sword again, "Phantom Strangulation!" Countless rays of light intertwined into a big net, covering Yingyou.

A hint of ruthlessness flashed in Ying You's eyes, "Poisonous fog explodes!" He inserted the poisonous fog sword into the ground, and the poisonous fog instantly gushed out from the ground, competing with the net of light.

Under the impact of these two powerful forces, the ring continued to tremble and more cracks appeared.

Huankong gritted his teeth and increased his magic output, and the net of light gradually suppressed the poisonous fog.

Seeing this, Ying You gripped the hilt of the sword with both hands and shouted, "Poison the world!" A stream of dark green air surged out from his body and merged into the poisonous mist. The power of the poisonous mist increased greatly and it began to counterattack the net of light.

Both of them were trying their best, and sweat was pouring down their foreheads.

Huankong suddenly flashed and appeared behind Yingyou, "Phantom Backstab!"

Yingyou reacted extremely quickly, turning around and blocking it with his sword.

"Dang!" The two swords collided again, bursting into dazzling sparks.

At this time, Yingyou's magic power was greatly consumed and his movements were slightly slowed down.

Huankong seized the opportunity, "Phantom Combo!" The continuous attacks made Yingyou overwhelmed, and many wounds appeared on his body.

But Yingyou still resisted stubbornly, "Poison mist shield!" A layer of green shield appeared in front of him, temporarily blocking Huankong's attack.

However, Huankong's attacks became more and more fierce, and cracks began to appear in the shield.

Huankong's attack was like a torrential rain, and each sword in the phantom combo contained powerful force, causing more and more cracks in Yingyou's poisonous fog shield.

Ying You gasped for breath, his eyes filled with stubbornness and unwillingness. "Poison Explosion!" He shouted, and the poison mist shield suddenly exploded, spreading a powerful toxic force in all directions.

Huankong had no choice but to temporarily avoid the sharp edge and leap back. However, the poison still caused his skin to turn green and he felt a stinging pain.

"Damn it!" Huankong cursed, "Phantom Kill!" He raised the Phantom Sword above his head, the sword shone brightly, and then turned into countless sword shadows and stabbed towards Yingyou.

Ying You was already at the end of his strength at this time, but he still tried his best, "Poisonous miasma is spreading!" With the poisonous fog sword as the center, thick poisonous fog spread again, trying to block the sword shadow.

However, the sword shadow was unstoppable, piercing through the poisonous fog and stabbing towards Yingyou.

"Ah!" Ying You screamed miserably as he was hit by sword shadows in many places on his body, and blood splattered everywhere.

He knelt on one knee, using the poisonous mist sword to support his body to prevent himself from falling.

Huankong's body was a little shaky due to excessive use of magic power, but he still walked towards Yingyou step by step.

"Give up, you have no way out." Huankong said.

Ying You raised his head, a ruthless smile on his face. "If you want me to admit defeat, I'll have to die!" He stood up again, ready to make one last stand.

At this moment, a loud noise suddenly came from the sky, and a mysterious light enveloped the entire arena.

Stimulated by this light, Ying You unleashed his last remaining potential. The blood flowing from his wounds blended with the poisonous mist, making its color even darker and more eerie.

"Poison Soul Sacrifice!" Ying You let out a shrill roar and injected his soul power into the Poison Mist Sword. The Poison Mist Sword instantly glowed brightly, and an evil and powerful force surged from the sword.

Huankong sensed this deadly threat, and his eyes grew grave. "Phantom Barrier!" He unleashed his full defensive power, and the Phantom Sword formed a transparent barrier in front of him, gleaming with light.

Ying You brandished the Poison Mist Sword and charged towards the phantom sky with unstoppable momentum. The poison mist pounced on the phantom barrier like a mad dragon, and the moment the two came into contact, a terrifying sizzling sound was emitted.

The ring shook violently under this powerful impact, as if it would collapse at any time.

Huankong gritted his teeth and tried his best to maintain the phantom barrier, but the power of the poisonous fog was too strong and cracks gradually appeared on the barrier.

"Ah!" Ying You exerted force again, and the light on the poisonous fog sword became stronger.

With a "crack" sound, the phantom barrier shattered and Huankong was blown away by the powerful impact force.

He fell heavily to the ground, spitting blood.

Ying You's body was shaky due to overuse of strength, but he still used his sword to support himself and walked towards Huan Kong step by step.

Just as Yingyou was about to walk in front of Huankong, he suddenly felt dizzy and fell down.

This thrilling battle ended in a loss for both sides.

As for who advances in this situation? The organizing committee has a rule that if no one can stand up, then no one advances. It doesn't matter if one person is missing, there will be a bye.