All beasts submit, and the peerless imperial princess is about to defy the heavens!

If someone is so easily defeated within the same realm, then either they are too weak, or they are incredibly strong.

Feng Ning didn't think he was incredibly strong, nor did he believe that number 249 would be so weak.

After all, she had seen clearly during their previous battle that this person was not as simple as he seemed.

Hearing Feng Ning's words, she smiled and said, "Then let's go all out later. I'll try my best not to be defeated by you in an instant."

"I will also do my best."

The two had barely exchanged a few words when the battle on the stage was over.

Liu Yuanxiu conceded defeat immediately after taking the stage.

He knew perfectly well that he couldn't beat number three, so there was no need for him to go and get beaten up.

It would be better to come back and continue to heal the injuries, saving the energy for the next fight.

Number 249 tilted his head at Feng Ning and said, "Come on stage, beautiful sister."

"you first."

The two then went up on stage together.

The sight of the two pretty young girls walking onto the stage together was quite pleasing to the eye.

The crowd immediately became excited.

Putting everything else aside, just the sight of these two beautiful junior sisters standing on the stage was enough to make them feel that it was very interesting.

"Pretty lady, my name is Duan Menghua, what's your name?"

"Feng Ning".

"Are you really the Fourth Elder's personal disciple?"

"He kowtowed."

"I've never seen an ice spirit root before, so you'd better go easy on me later."

"Not really."

"Oh dear...you're so heartless! Fine, fine, I'll let it go if I'm not going to show any mercy, but you're not allowed to slap me in the face."

Feng Ning did not reply.

The people around were speechless.

"What are these two doing? Weren't they supposed to be having a competition? Why are they chatting?"

"That's right, they're chatting happily, they don't look like they're fighting at all."

"Junior sisters, let's get started."

Hearing the voices of the crowd, the woman smiled and said, "Alright, let's begin now, so as not to keep our senior brothers and sisters waiting."

As she spoke, she took out a nine-section whip.

Snapped!

With one lash, a mark was left on the bricks of the platform.

Everyone was stunned.

"Wow, this junior sister is so strong! How come I didn't notice before?"

"She actually left a mark on the brick with a single whip strike! This is a specially crafted battle platform, and she, a mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator, actually managed to leave a mark?"

Everyone was incredulous.

Everyone's attention then turned to Feng Ning.

"I wonder if Junior Sister Feng Ning's ice can still trap Junior Sister Duan Menghua."

"It's hard to say. Junior Sister Feng's ice is indeed very powerful, but it only traps people and its attack power is not very strong. However, Junior Sister Duan's whip seems to be a low-grade magic weapon. It can even break the bricks on the platform. What is ice compared to that?"

"That makes sense. It seems that Junior Sister Feng is still at a disadvantage."

"Speaking of which, isn't ice magic supposed to be very strong? But judging from how Junior Sister Feng uses it, it doesn't seem to be that powerful."

"I don't know. Maybe she's too weak to unleash the full power of ice magic."

"That makes sense. It's a pity that such great talent has been wasted on such a pretty face."

Duan Menghua had already taken her stance and was looking at Feng Ning with a smile, "Pretty sister, aren't you going to use a weapon? I'm about to start."

Feng Ning smiled and took the Shadow Shadow out of her spatial storage.

"bring it on."

Everyone was speechless.

So after all this, you do have weapons?

In all the battles she had fought before, she had always frozen people, leaving only their heads, and made them admit defeat on their own, so she had never used any weapons.

It was only at this moment that they learned that Feng Ning's weapon was a sword.

As soon as Feng Ning drew her weapon, Duan Menghua attacked.

The sound of the whip whistling through the air came swiftly.

Feng Ning didn't move her feet. Just as the whip was about to strike her, she instantly leaped up and flipped over, the whip lashing past her from beneath her.

Then came the second lash, which came down from above.

Feng Ning activated the Illusion Technique and vanished from the spot in the blink of an eye.

Everyone immediately became excited.

"How many moves do you think Junior Sister Feng will need to win this time?"

"I might not win. Duan Menghua seems pretty strong too."

"Then let's guess how many moves it will take for them to finish the fight."

The man hesitated for a long time before replying, "At most fifty moves."

"I bet ten spirit stones! Twenty moves at most!"

"make a deal."

The two immediately turned their attention back to the competition arena.

After dodging, Feng Ning swung her sword.

There were no fancy tricks; it was just a single, sweeping sword strike.

A dragon's roar emanated from the sword, carrying an intense pressure, as it hurtled straight toward Duan Menghua.

Duan Menghua hurriedly tried to defend herself, even activating her defensive shield, but barely managed to block the attack.

So strong!

She breathed a sigh of relief; she wouldn't give up so easily.

She immediately took out a talisman from her spatial storage and threw it at her.

Feng Ning's lips curled slightly, and she used the same trick again.

Swing the sword.

cut!

She even wielded the sword like a broadsword.

The talisman was stopped halfway and shattered into pieces.

But her sword energy did not stop, sweeping outwards and rushing straight towards Duan Menghua.

Duan Menghua felt the intense pressure and her face turned pale.

"I surrender!"

The elder immediately intervened and intercepted the sword energy.

Duan Menghua breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at Feng Ning with some resentment, "Pretty sister, didn't we agree to go easy on her?"

Feng Ning leaned on her sword for support and smiled, "I didn't agree."

"Hmph! Ignore you."

After saying that, he ran off the stage.

The two people who made the bet were furious.

"Couldn't even last five moves? Are you serious?"

"What's going on? Is this a competition or just playing around?"

In the end, neither of them could be considered to have won or lost.

After all, they couldn't even last ten moves, so there was no difference between twenty and fifty.

Next up is the battle for third and fourth place.

Liu Yuanxiu faced Duan Menghua, and the match lasted for a quarter of an hour.

Without a doubt, Duan Menghua won.

Liu Yuanxiu went on stage again this time. He knew he couldn't win, but he still wanted to know where the gap was between him and others.

It's the last game, so even if I get injured, it's not a big deal.

Everyone is more focused on the next match.

This is also the last match; the most exciting part is yet to come.

Everyone was watching the situation on the stage with complete focus.

Neither of them had played much in the previous match, so they weren't injured.

There was no break required for this match; the game started immediately.

"Yao Feibai".

"Feng Ning".

The two greeted each other and then retreated to their positions, ready to fight.

Everyone immediately perked up.

It's finally the last game, it should be interesting to watch now, right?