The little heroine investigates a mysterious case

Li Baiyun's face turned pale, and he couldn't help but ask, "What kind of swordsmanship do you use? How can you do it so effortlessly?"

"Actually, I'm not good at swordsmanship, but I'm good at Qinggong. But I can't just fly around all the time. I have to use a weapon to defeat you!"

Li Baiyun almost vomited blood when he heard this, and jumped off the platform in anger.

The people watching the fight below the stage cheered in waves, all praising: "Great swordsmanship! Great swordsmanship!"

What Zhao Xuan said was actually correct. Huang Shuo did teach her nine years of martial arts, and only in the last year did he give her a sword and let her practice as she pleased as long as she didn't hurt herself.

Over the next few days, everyone gradually noticed the signs. The leader of Jiaoyang Valley was as swift as a swallow, and he could always attack his opponents from all kinds of tricky angles. However, he could use his lightness skills to merge his body and sword into one under the opponent's various killing moves, escape the disaster, and launch another fierce attack in an instant, which really caught his opponent off guard.

After winning three games in a row, Zhao Xuan was drawn to compete against Hu Junfeng in the fourth game. The winner of the two will compete with the winner of the other group for the final winner.

But everyone watching the fight knew that no matter whether Zhao Xuan or Hu Junfeng won, they would be the final winners, because the strength of the other group was obviously inferior to Zhao Xuan and Hu Junfeng. It could be said that this match would be a battle between two strong teams, but Hu Junfeng was sure of winning, because his 108 Swordsmanship to Slay Evil was the nemesis of all light skills.

Early in the morning on the day of the competition, Zhao Xuan was practicing and meditating. Xiao Ling brought breakfast and placed it on the table in the living room. Just as he was about to leave, he was stopped by Zhao Xuan.

"Let's eat together."

"That's so embarrassing."

"It's mainly because I ate too much last night and I'm not hungry now. Otherwise, it wouldn't be your turn."

Xiaoling followed his instructions and sat next to Zhao Xuan, picking up a bun and stuffing it into his mouth.

Zhao Xuan also picked up a bun and asked Xiao Ling, "Who do you think will win, me or Hu Junfeng?"

"Madam Huang, if you still fight like before, you'll probably lose. Once Senior Brother unleashes his Evil-Slaying Sword Technique, it's incredibly powerful and majestic, with each strike more ruthless than the last. If you don't find a way to interrupt his moves or defeat him within the first thirty moves, you have virtually no chance of winning!"

"Why do I feel like you want me to win?"

"No, Big Brother treats us servants the best. He treats us much better than the Alliance Leader. The Alliance Leader often beats and punishes us. Big Brother is the only one who cares about us, takes care of us, and often pleads with the Alliance Leader on our behalf."

"Is your leader so fierce?"

"Alas, who among those big shots would take us little guys seriously?!"

After breakfast, Zhao Xuan arrived at the competition site early, but found that Hu Junfeng had arrived earlier than her and was carefully wiping his evil-slaying sword.

This was also the first time Zhao Xuan saw this knife. The blade was nearly one foot wide, and the entire blade was straight without any curve. There was only a blade but no tip. It looked more like an exaggerated version of a wide ruler.

Zhao Xuan was a little frightened. She had been working with Huang Shuo in the blacksmith shop for many years. Just by visual inspection, she could roughly estimate that the knife weighed at least 50 kilograms. Unless a man had extremely strong arms, it was impossible for an ordinary man to hold the knife with one hand, let alone slash it 108 times in a row.

Hu Junfeng subconsciously felt Zhao Xuan's gaze, looked towards her, stood up, smiled faintly at her, clasped his fists in greeting, and Zhao Xuan also clasped her fists in return.

The crowd of spectators had already gathered at the match between Zhao Xuan and Hu Junfeng. There were almost no spectators at the other match, only referees and related staff, which was very deserted.

Hu Yiba also appeared in the front row of seats. Standing on the competition platform, Zhao Xuan saw Xiaoling offering Hu Yiba a cup of tea from afar, only to be knocked to the ground by Hu Yiba for no apparent reason. She sighed inwardly, thinking Xiaoling was right. This leader was truly a scoundrel! Then the referee announced the start of the competition.

Zhao Xuan decided to test Hu Junfeng first according to her usual routine. Sure enough, after ten moves, Zhao Xuan felt that the air around her was suppressed and condensed by the force of Hu Junfeng's sword strikes, and it seemed to become thicker and heavier, surrounding her. Zhao Xuan could no longer jump up as freely as before, and could only rely on nimble steps to avoid Hu Junfeng's sword strikes.

After twenty moves, Zhao Xuan obviously felt her breath was unstable. There was already a big gap between her and Hu Junfeng in age and physical fitness, and now it became a hindrance. If she could no longer curb Hu Junfeng's free-flowing swordsmanship, she would soon be defeated!

At this time, Hu Junfeng said, "Girl, admit defeat. After fifty moves, even I can't stop. If I hurt you then, you'll have asked for it!"

Just as Zhao Xuan dodged, Hu Junfeng's 29th sword strike arrived, slashing diagonally from top to bottom at Zhao Xuan's left shoulder. His momentum was so strong that even the air seemed to be split apart by this blow.

In a split second, Zhao Xuan realized how slowly time was passing. She suddenly recalled that evening ten years ago: her master had held her as they fought fiercely against the bandits, the sky ablaze with blood, countless people roaring and screaming. She could only hold her master tightly, but even so, her master was ultimately wounded by a poisoned arrow. Her last words were that she couldn't bear to leave herself behind...

In an instant, the scene shifted, and she saw the thatched huts of Jiaoyang Valley filled with dying refugees. They cried out in pain, struggling, and the look in their eyes when they looked at her was so desperate and helpless...

A fearless courage suddenly surged within Zhao Xuan. Give up? No! Run away? No!

Only then did Zhao Xuan hear the exclamations from the audience. Hu Yiba even shouted, "Feng'er! Spare his life!"

Zhao Xuan did not make any move to dodge. She just stepped forward to face Hu Junfeng's blade, holding the sword in her right hand and stabbed Hu Junfeng's throat without hesitation.

She could feel the sting in her left shoulder and hear the sound of bones cracking, but the tip of her sword still touched Hu Junfeng's throat. She retracted the sword in time. She saw a drop of blood on Hu Junfeng's throat, staggered, and poked the ground with the tip of her sword. Only then did she stand firm and said to the stunned Hu Junfeng, "You lose!"

Hu Junfeng's face turned pale as he replied, "I did lose, but you can't fight again in the next round!"

"It's none of your business!"

Hu Junfeng gritted his teeth and put away the knife. Zhao Xuan felt a sharp pain again, but she did not turn around to look at the wound. Instead, she walked silently to the stage.

Xiao Ling was the first to run onto the stage, supporting Zhao Xuan and placing her other arm on his shoulder. He said fearfully, "Madam Huang, you're really so bold and reckless! You're really out to get away with it!"

Zhao Xuan felt her vision go black, and then she lost consciousness. When she woke up, she found herself lying on the bed in her residence. Xiao Ling was sitting beside the bed. Seeing her wake up, he hurriedly asked, "The doctor has examined you. How do you feel now? Are you still in pain?"

Zhao Xuan then asked weakly, "Is my arm still there?"

"If Senior Brother hadn't held back his strength, my arm would have been gone, and maybe even my body! Compared to you, Senior Brother, you're still the most ruthless!"

Zhao Xuan forced herself to stand up and asked, "There's one final match tomorrow. Who's my opponent?"

"Can I tell you there's no rival? You won first place!"

"why?"

"The senior brother challenged the winner of that group yesterday afternoon, saying that if they lost, there was no point in competing with them. If they couldn't beat the senior brother, they certainly couldn't beat Lady Huang, who had defeated the senior brother. Of course, in the end, there was no suspense; they lost."