C38 The Judge Was Helpless
C38 The Judge Was Helpless
This was a pure collision without any technique. However, it was precisely because of this that the two of them were not in a good condition.
Yang Ahjiao landed at the edge of the field and was almost sent flying. She was breathing heavily at this moment. One of her hands was placed on her chest and she tried her best to calm down her emotions and the fluctuations of her body.
Her wooden sword was still in her hand. A scorch mark appeared on the tip of the sword, which was a shocking sight. At this moment, wisps of white smoke were still floating on the sword.
She glanced at the sword. There was shock and relief on her face.
Compared to her, Yang Qianhuan's situation was much worse.
At this moment, Yang Qianhuan was still standing on the spot. Her hair was scattered and her clothes were in a mess.
Yang Qianhuan's originally powerful red mahogany sword was now only left with the hilt of the sword. It was also completely black and emitted a burnt smell like charcoal that was fished out from a bonfire.
The sleeve of her right hand that was holding the sword had disappeared and large patches of her smooth and white skin were exposed.
Streams of blood flowed down her slender arm and gathered at the tip of her finger, and then dripped onto the ground.
On the high platform, Yang Dingshan suddenly stood up. There was a worried look on his face.
Other than Yang Xiao and Yang Xuan, Yang Qianhuan could be said to be the strongest of the younger generation in the clan. Her talent was also very outstanding. Now that she had suffered such injuries, it naturally caused their hearts to tighten.
"She shouldn't have suffered such a serious injury." He looked at the scene with a puzzled expression, and his eyes narrowed. He muttered, "Qianhuan's strength should be a little stronger than Ahjiao. How could she receive such injuries in a direct collision?"
Just as he finished speaking, Yang Qianhuan on the scene raised her head with difficulty.
"As expected. Am I still trying to be brave?"
She bitterly looked at Yang Ahjiao, who looked nervous in the distance. After that, she fell down.
"Yang Ahjiao wins!"
The referee immediately announced loudly. He rushed out and caught Yang Qianhuan as soon as he saw her and carried her away from the scene.
"How is this possible? What just happened?"
"Don't look at me, I don't know anything."
"Qianhuan actually lost? She actually lost so thoroughly?"
The crowd immediately became restless. These underlings looked at the unconscious Yang Qianhuan and then looked at Yang Ahjiao who was almost uninjured. Their eyes were filled with disbelief.
It was not just them. Many of the older generation had puzzled expressions.
These two women shouldn't be too far away from each other. They definitely wouldn't have such a huge gap. Then Yang Qianhuan fainted but Yang Ahjiao was only panting.
"Everyone, be quiet! Everyone continue to watch the competition!" Yang Dingshan shouted at the right time.
The crowd instantly quieted down. They still held some respect for this Late Period of Second Stage patriarch.
Yang Dingshan looked around indifferently. When he saw that the scene was stunned, he immediately jumped off the platform and stood next to Yang Qianhuan.
"The two sisters are really powerful."
Yang Zhou looked at Yang Ahjiao who was still standing there, lost in thought, and praised her sincerely.
Yang Xuan nodded. He felt the same way.
Judging from their performance just now, the chances of him defeating these two people were not high. They had a certain understanding of cultivation techniques and techniques, so they could unleash a great amount of power.
And he had only just gained a preliminary understanding of the Shangqing Art, the gap between them and him was quite large.
"The power of the cultivation technique is powerful and unpredictable. Looks like I still haven't put in enough effort. If I want to become stronger, I need to work harder."
Yang Xuan reminded himself in his heart. His eyes were filled with determination.
While he was lost in thought, the referee returned to the field. He looked at Yang Ahjiao who was still in a daze and said softly, "Ahjiao, you go and rest first. There is still a competition after this."
Yang Ahjiao was shocked by these words and only then did she recover her senses.
She looked at the ground not far away with a complicated expression. There was a black wooden sword handle lying quietly there.
She also had some doubts in her heart. She did not understand why she had won for no apparent reason, but taking into account the later matches, she still left the arena.
The referee sighed. He felt a little emotional before shifting his gaze away.
However, he just happened to see the two people who were still seriously and modestly giving way.
"Clan brother, you make your move first."
"No, you go first."
The two of them repeated what they had said earlier. It was as if they were putting on a farce, but their expressions were extremely serious.
The referee looked back and forth, and his face suddenly turned gloomy. He took two or three steps forward and shouted loudly, "What are you two still doing!? The others have already finished fighting, yet you still haven't made a move. Are you planning to use words to decide a victor? "
When Yang Zhou heard this, his expression immediately turned awkward. He hurriedly explained, "No, I just want my elder brother to make a move first."
"No, the book said that one must be modest. Please make a move!"
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The referee looked at the two of them and felt speechless. After listening for a long time, he wanted to get angry, but both of them were reasonable. Helpless, he could only tactfully say, "How about this, I'll count to three. When the time comes, the two of you will attack together."
"Good idea!"
"[That's great.]"
Yang Xuan nodded and took a step back. He pointed the wooden sword in his hand forward.
Yang Zhou did not want to be outdone. The weak look on his face just now had disappeared. As he raised the wooden sword, a fierce force swept out.
With the mid grade level three talent, he was even more talented than Yang Ahjiao. It was only because of some external factors that he temporarily fell behind in terms of cultivation.
However, the gap between him and ___ was very small. At this moment, he was very close to the Late First Stage Perfection.
Yang Xuan stood opposite of him. His heart immediately became alert.
His Qi was almost the same as Yang Ahjiao's Qi. In a situation where he only used the strength of a First Stage, he wasn't very confident in winning.
"Three!"
"Two! '"
"One!"
After the last word, Yang Zhou rushed over like an arrow leaving the bow.
In terms of speed, even Yang Ahjiao was not as fast as him. He had almost reached the Second Stage, which was far beyond the limits of ordinary people.
"A cultivation technique that focuses on speed!"
Yang Xuan made a decision immediately. Without the assistance of a cultivation technique, no First Stage could reach this level.
He squinted his eyes and tried his best to catch Yang Zhou's movements. At the same time, the wooden sword in his hand drew a strange arc and slashed forward.
"Brother, you have to be careful."
Yang Zhou reminded him, then his body tilted as he moved forward. After a few moments of swaying, he arrived at Yang Xuan's side.
The wooden sword in his hand carried a sharp Qi as it stabbed towards Yang Xuan. It was not an act, but its speed was extremely fast.
Yang Xuan did not react in time. When he saw the wooden sword, the tip of the sword was already in front of him.