I fulfilled the female supporting role's wish and I succeeded

In the blink of an eye, nearly a year had passed since Fu Ci's departure. On this day, Li Xiangyi and Qiao Wanwan were strolling on Mount Hua. Atop the mountain, a sea of ​​clouds billowed, creating a magnificent spectacle.

Qiao Wanwan stopped and turned to look at Li Xiangyi, her eyes full of concern. She gently reminded him, "Xiangyi, tomorrow is the date for the competition you and Senior Fu agreed on."

Li Xiangyi nodded, his eyes firm and his tone excited: "Don't worry, sister, I'm ready."

Qiao Wanwan frowned slightly, a hint of worry in her tone: "Senior Fu is a martial arts expert. When you compete with him, you must be careful and cautious, and don't try to be too aggressive."

Li Xiangyi held Qiao Wanwan's hand, squeezed it gently, and comforted her, "Sister, I understand. I will do what I can and stop when I'm done."

Qiao Wanwan sighed and said, "I know you have a strong character, but the world is treacherous and people's hearts are unpredictable. I am always worried."

Li Xiangyi took Qiao Wanwan into his arms and said softly, "Sister, I know you're worried about me. I will protect myself and won't let you worry."

Qiao Wanwan snuggled in Li Xiangyi's arms, feeling his body warmth. She felt a little relieved and said softly, "Well, I believe you."

The two stood hugging each other, gazing into the distance at the Huashan peaks with rolling sea of ​​clouds, their hearts filled with longing for the future.

The next day, the summit of Mount Hua was bustling with activity. Heroes from all walks of life had gathered there to witness this highly anticipated clash.

Li Xiangyi, dressed in white, stood with his hands behind his back in the center of the arena, his sleeves fluttering like a banished immortal. Fu Ci, dressed in black, with a stern expression, stood at the other end of the arena, his eyes sharp as an eagle.

Li Xiangyi took a deep breath, silently reciting the sword technique in his mind, his eyes becoming sharp. He felt the true energy surge in his body, as if it had merged with the sword in his hand.

"Swish!" With a light sound, Li Xiangyi drew his sword from its sheath, and the sword body flashed with cold light.

A sharp sword energy, like a silver dragon, rushed towards Fu Ci. Wherever it passed, the air was torn apart, making bursts of explosive sounds.

A hint of surprise flashed across Fu Ci's eyes. He hadn't expected Li Xiangyi's swordsmanship to be so sharp. In his eyes, the sword energy seemed to transform into a real silver dragon, baring its fangs and claws, pouncing towards him.

The sword energy arrived in an instant, and Fu Ci's sleeve was cut by the sword energy, and a shallow blood mark appeared on his arm.

Fu Ci did not retreat but advanced, dodged Li Xiangyi's sword with a flash, and slapped Li Xiangyi's chest with a palm.

Li Xiangyi's heart trembled. Fu Ci's palm strike was so fast that he hadn't expected it. He had no time to think and could only swing his sword to block.

"Bang!" With a dull sound, the sword and palm collided, making a sound of metal clashing.

A powerful internal force came from Fu Ci's palm. Li Xiangyi felt a numbness in his palm and the sword in his hand almost slipped out.

In Fu Ci's eyes, although Li Xiangyi's swordsmanship was sharp, his internal strength was slightly inferior. He saw Li Xiangyi's body sway slightly, obviously being knocked back by his internal strength.

Li Xiangyi was knocked back several steps, and his blood surged in his chest, but he quickly steadied himself and swung his sword at Fu Ci again.

The two men exchanged blows, swords flashing and palms shadowing, and launched a fierce confrontation on the ring. The audience in the audience was dazzled and exclaimed from time to time.

The battle became more and more intense. Li Xiangyi gradually figured out Fu Ci's martial arts style, and his swordsmanship became more and more exquisite.

Li Xiangyi's fighting spirit was high, and he felt that he was completely immersed in this battle. His swordsmanship was getting faster and faster, and each move contained great power.

"Clang clang clang!" The swords kept colliding, making crisp sounds and sparks flying.

The sword energy was so strong that deep sword marks were left on the bluestone slabs of the arena.

Fu Ci's eyes showed a solemn look. He found that Li Xiangyi's swordsmanship was becoming more and more unpredictable. Every move was like an antelope hanging on a horn, leaving no trace.

Fu Ci had several sword wounds on his body. Although they were not deep, they still made him feel a little pressured.

Suddenly, a gleam of light flashed in Li Xiangyi's eyes. He spotted a flaw in Fu Ci and stabbed him with a sword.

Li Xiangyi shouted in his heart: "Good opportunity!" He poured all his internal strength into this sword.

"Swish!" A sharp sound of breaking through the air was heard, and the sword body cut through the air, making a sharp whistling sound.

A dazzling sword light, like a meteor, pierced towards Fu Ci's chest, at such a fast speed that it was difficult for people to react.

Fu Ci's pupils shrank suddenly. He felt the power of the sword, and alarm bells rang in his heart. In his eyes, the sword seemed to turn into a ray of death, ready to devour him.

Fu Ci had no time to dodge, so he could only mobilize all his internal energy to block the sword. The tip of the sword pierced Fu Ci's chest, but was blocked by his deep internal energy, unable to penetrate any further. However, the powerful impact still sent Fu Ci flying backwards, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Li Xiangyi took advantage of the situation and chased after Fu Ci, stabbing him in the throat with a sword.

"Stop!" Qiao Wanwan's voice suddenly sounded, with a hint of anxiety and worry.

Li Xiangyi's sword stopped an inch away from Fu Ci's throat. He turned to look at Qiao Wanwan, a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Fu Ci took the opportunity to take a few steps back, putting some distance between himself and Li Xiangyi. He covered his chest, his face was pale, and there was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

"Xiangyi, that's enough!" Qiao Wanwan quickly walked onto the stage, came to Li Xiangyi, and said softly.

Li Xiangyi sheathed his sword, looked at Qiao Wanwan, and said, "Sister, I..."

Qiao Wanwan shook her head and said, "I know you want to win, but Senior Fu is your senior after all, so just stop there."

Li Xiangyi was silent for a moment, nodded, and said, "Okay, I'll listen to you, sister."

He turned to look at Fu Ci, clasped his fists and said, "Senior Fu, thank you for letting me."

Fu Ci wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at Li Xiangyi. A complex emotion flashed in his eyes. He said slowly: "Young people are formidable. I admire Young Master Li's martial arts."

Upon seeing this, Fu Ci loudly declared, "In this battle, Li Xiangyi wins!"

The audience suddenly erupted in thunderous applause and cheers.

"Young Master Li is truly a hero born young!"

"Yes, at such a young age, his martial arts skills are so powerful. It's really admirable!"

"Li Xiangyi, number one in the world!"

"Number one in the world!"

Someone in the crowd shouted "No. 1 in the world", which immediately aroused the response of everyone.

Li Xiangyi stood in the center of the arena, listening to the crowd's cheers, his heart filled with emotion. He turned to look at Qiao Wanwan, his eyes filled with tenderness.

Qiao Wanwan smiled slightly and said, "Xiangyi, you did it."

Li Xiangyi nodded and said, "Sister, this is all thanks to you."

The two looked at each other and smiled, saying nothing.

From then on, Li Xiangyi's name resounded throughout the martial arts world and he became a new legend in the martial arts world, and was hailed as "the best in the world."