Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

The bluestone slabs of the martial arts arena were burned hot by the fighting spirit.

The handsome young man took a half step back, and his heel scraped a white mark on the stone surface.

Cao Yuwei's sword grazed her ear and swung down, causing the wind to blow her hair off her forehead.

She stared at the golden and red lines on the blade, and at the moment when the blade was about to touch her clothes,

She touched the ground with her toes and spun in a circle—not to hide backward, but to move forward.

"Looking for death?" Cao Yuwei's pupils shrank.

He used 70% of his strength in this sword strike, and the sword was as powerful as the tide. No matter how fast the opponent dodged, he would be knocked over by the residual force.

But the beautiful young man's fingertips suddenly touched the back of the knife, and like a leaf blown by the wind, he slid forward half a foot along the direction of the knife.

There was a "clang" sound.

The sword struck the bluestone slab at her feet, sending sparks flying and burning her ankle.

But Cao Yuwei's wrist was very numb - the little girl had used her cleverness to deflect his knife by three inches.

"Good move." Sporadic cheers came from the sidelines.

Cao Yuwei gritted his teeth and pulled the knife back with his backhand.

He had been carrying this "Burning Sky" for five years, but this was the first time that someone had taken away its power so easily.

He stared at the beautiful young lady, who was wearing a moon-white dress and had her hair tied up casually with a red string.

The silver mole at the end of the eye flickered in the sweat, like a crushed star.

"Come again." He said in a deep voice.

The handsome young man didn't answer, but just straightened his back a little.

She could hear her own heartbeat pounding against her ribs.

Her ears were still buzzing from the blow just now - Cao Yuwei's knife was filled with hidden power, and it almost injured her hand when he released the force.

But she didn't show any expression on her face. She just lowered her eyes to look at her toes, as if counting the lines on the bluestone.

Cao Yuwei's breathing became heavy.

He could sense that something was wrong with the beautiful young lady - this girl had never taken the initiative to attack since the first move, but had just been dodging, evading, and evading.

But her dodging skills were too clever. She always managed to get close to his sword when it was at its most powerful, diverting the force to empty space.

He suddenly remembered what his master had said: "The real difficulty lies not in resisting head-on, but in using the opponent's force."

"Hah!" he shouted.

The sword was unsheathed again, and this time dense golden patterns appeared on the blade, like a living snake.

He rushed forward, with his sword and body forming a straight line, and the air wave he created made the disciples watching the fight around him take two steps back.

The handsome young man's eyelashes trembled - this knife intent was 20% stronger than before.

And... she sniffed the bloody scent in the wind, her pupils shrinking slightly. Is there a beast soul wrapped in this knife?

"Tianji Feather." She said in a low voice.

The feather decoration on the back suddenly exploded, and twelve light golden feathers swirled around the body, weaving a net of light.

Cao Yuwei's knife slashed on the light net. With a "buzz" sound, the light net rippled but did not break.

The handsome young man took the opportunity to lean back, and his whole body floated five meters away like a leaf.

When she landed on the ground, the back of her neck was soaked with cold sweat - from that blow just now,

If it weren't for the Tianji Feather blocking it, her left shoulder would have been split open.

"What are you waiting for?" Cao Yuwei stopped where he was, his chest heaving violently.

He could see the beautiful young man's breathing rate - three times slower than his.

This little girl wasn't trying her best at all; she was draining his energy.

The handsome young man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

When she released the force just now, the hidden force still injured her internal organs.

She stared at Cao Yuwei's hand holding the knife - his knuckles were white and the veins on his wrist were bulging.

He held the knife too tightly, and he couldn't last more than ten moves in this position.

"Young Master Cao." She suddenly spoke in a clear voice.

"The beast soul in your sword is the Fire Scale Leopard, right?"

Cao Yuwei's hand trembled.

How does this girl know?

His sword was tempered with the soul of a third-level fire-scale leopard, and no one knew it except his master.

"The Fire Scale Leopard is fast, but has poor endurance." The handsome young man took two steps forward, his feathers trembling behind him.

"Those two slashes you made just now had a burning smell in them. Is the beast soul about to collapse?"

Cao Yuwei's face suddenly turned red.

He was indeed holding on - the Fire Scale Leopard's beast soul could only support him to burst out three sword strikes, and he had already used two.

He stared at the beautiful young man and suddenly found that her eyes were surprisingly bright, as if they could see through his bones.

"Who are you?" he asked through gritted teeth.

The handsome young man didn't answer, but just tilted his head and smiled.

She could feel that Cao Yuwei's momentum was weakening, and the golden pattern on the knife began to fade.

If we attack at this time, he will definitely not be able to stop it.

But she didn't move - she wanted him to panic first.

"The third knife." Cao Yuwei roared.

The sword was raised again, and this time the golden pattern on the blade turned blood red.

The handsome young man's heart skipped a beat—this wasn't the power of the Fire Scale Leopard.

Yes... She suddenly remembered the record in ancient books, "Blood evil attracts, attracts beast souls into the body, injures one thousand enemies and injures eight hundred of your own."

"Be careful!" someone shouted from the sidelines.

The handsome young man tapped the ground with his toes and disappeared on the spot.

When she reappeared, she was already standing at the corner of the martial arts arena.

Cao Yuwei's knife chopped down the spot where she had just stood, cracking the bluestone into a spider web and sending out bursts of green smoke.

"You can't escape!" Cao Yuwei gasped, and the blue veins on his neck crawled like earthworms.

He could feel the beast soul gnawing at his meridians, the pain making him break out in cold sweats.

But he couldn't stop - this competition was related to the Cao family's ranking in the Demon Suppression Bureau. If he lost, his father would skin him alive.

The handsome young man stared at his trembling knees and suddenly laughed.

She knew she had won - Cao Yuwei's sword moves became more and more chaotic, and the pain from the beast soul's backlash made it impossible for him to even hold the sword steadily.

She licked her cracked lips and put the feather back.

"Not fighting anymore?" Cao Yuwei wiped the sweat from his face, his voice a little weak.

"Fight." The handsome man stepped forward. "But not now."

She stood three steps away from him, looking into his red eyes:

"Master Cao, if you continue to use the Blood Evil Attraction, you will have to stay in bed for half a month tomorrow."

Cao Yuwei's hand loosened and the sword fell to the ground with a clang.

Only then did he realize that his back was all wet, and his clothes were sticking to his body, making him feel cold.

The fierceness he had just felt suddenly disappeared, and he looked at the beautiful young man.

Suddenly I felt a little scared - this girl was too calm, as calm as ice, and she saw through all his moves clearly.

"What...what do you want?" His voice lowered.

The handsome young man bent down to pick up his knife, the blade of which was still hot.

She handed the knife over, and lightly pressed her fingertips on the hilt: "Next time we compete, don't use such cruel moves."

Cao Yuwei took the knife and when it touched her fingertips, he suddenly felt that this girl's hand was colder than the knife.

He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but the gong in the martial arts arena suddenly rang - it was the referee's signal to stop.

"Third round, draw!" The referee's voice trembled a little.

The handsome young man wiped the sweat from his forehead and turned to walk to the sidelines.

Just after taking two steps, Cao Yuwei's voice came from behind: "Beautiful girl!"

She looked back.

"Next time... I won't lose." Cao Yuwei gritted his teeth, sweat still on his face, but he had a bit of the stubbornness of a young man.

The handsome young man smiled but said nothing.

As she walked to the sidelines, the young apprentice in charge of recording suddenly tugged at her sleeve and said, "Beautiful girl, the people from the Demon Suppression Division are looking for you."

"They said Mr. Wu and Mr. Lin are waiting for you in the kitchen. It's urgent."

She paused.

Wu Hen and Lin Qiye?

Didn't they go to Merlin?

Why are you back so soon?

"I understand." She replied, put the feather into her sleeve and walked towards the kitchen.

The wind from the martial arts arena blew dust towards her, and she squinted her eyes.

The eaves of the Demon Suppression Division in the distance shone with golden light in the sunlight, as if someone had scattered a handful of gold.

She touched the meteorite in her arms, it was cool.

The same temperature as the braised beef with soy sauce that Wu Hen gave her last time - it had been warmed up and then cooled, but it felt solid when held in her hand.

"I hope it's not about the Dark Demon." She muttered and quickened her pace.