Chapter 228: The High-Spirited Shui Bing’er
"Wind Sword Sect—Feng Wuhen."
His voice was equally calm: "Level 54 Power Attack System Battle Spirit King. I await your instruction."
The referee raised his hand: "Begin!"
As the words fell...
Feng Wuhen made the first move!
His figure flashed like a bolt of white lightning, instantly charging toward Shui Bing’er!
The longsword in his hand slid from its sheath, its blade flashing like a rainbow!
The swordsmanship of the Wind Sword Sect is renowned for its speed. This particular strike was swift as a gale, unstoppable in its momentum!
The tip of the blade tore through the air, emitting a sharp, piercing whistle!
Shui Bing’er did not move.
She simply stood her ground, watching as the flashing blade drew ever closer.
Three meters.
Two meters.
One meter.
Just as the blade’s tip was about to thrust right in front of her face, she raised her hand.
Spirit Power—surged!
The moisture in the air instantly condensed!
A beam of ice-blue light shot forth from the center of her palm!
The light was astonishingly fast—so fast that Feng Wuhen had absolutely no time to react!
"Crack—!"
A crisp, distinct sound of freezing rang out.
Feng Wuhen’s longsword—along with his right hand—was instantly encased in ice!
The layer of ice spread outward from the blade’s tip; in the blink of an eye, it engulfed the entire length of the sword, then his arm, and finally his shoulder!
Feng Wuhen’s pupils contracted abruptly!
So fast!
He struggled to break free, only to discover that the ice was hard as iron—utterly unbreakable!
Moreover, that biting cold was now creeping up his arm, spreading toward his torso!
His very blood felt as though it were about to freeze solid!
His body went rigid, frozen in place and unable to move.
He stared at Shui Bing’er, his eyes filled with utter disbelief.
Seizing the opportunity, Shui Bing’er struck, slamming her palm against his chest.
Her hand was fair and slender; to the eye, it appeared soft and delicate.
Yet, the power contained within it was akin to that of a rampaging dragon!
"Thud—!"
A dull, heavy impact resounded! Feng Wuhen was sent flying backward, tracing a parabolic arc through the air before crashing heavily outside the competition platform!
"Boom—!"
The ground shook violently!
Feng Wuhen lay outside the arena, gasping for breath, his entire body frozen and unable to move.
He wanted to unleash his Soul Power to shatter the ice encasing him, but Shui Bing’er’s icy palm had struck just moments before he could react.
That palm strike... what immense power!
The referee raised his flag: "Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect—Victory!"
The entire arena instantly erupted in a frenzy!
"So fast! That move was incredibly fast!"
"She took down Feng Wuhen in just two or three moves? That’s absolutely incredible!"
"What kind of Soul Skill was that? How did she manage it without even summoning her Martial Soul?"
"Level 69 against Level 54—it was a complete level-based crush. There was simply nothing he could do!"
Cheers and gasps of astonishment rose and fell in waves across the crowd.
Shui Bing’er stood upon the platform, her left hand resting on her hip. With a confident sweep of her right hand, she declared spiritedly, "Next!"
That stance, that tone—she bore a striking resemblance to Jiang Li’er.
...
Meanwhile, on the Wind Sword Sect’s side...
Two disciples helped Feng Wuhen to his feet.
Feng Wuhen lowered his head in shame. "Sect Master, I was careless..."
Feng Bailong sighed, his gaze resting upon Shui Bing’er on the platform.
The young woman was barely past her youth, yet she had already reached Level 69; moreover, her attacks were decisive and every move was razor-sharp.
The Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect... was indeed no simple organization.
He waved his hand dismissively.
"It is not your fault. There was already a significant disparity in your levels to begin with. Furthermore, that technique she used—was it a self-created Soul Skill? She executed it without even manifesting her Soul Rings or Martial Soul; truly extraordinary talent..."
"Go on now; go rest."
Feng Wuhen nodded in acknowledgment and respectfully withdrew.
Feng Bailong’s gaze swept across his disciples before settling upon a young man. "Wuya, you’re up!"
Feng Wuya rose to his feet, cupped his fists in salute, and replied, "Yes, Sect Master!"
He strode purposefully toward the arena.
Upon stepping onto the platform, he came to a halt, cupped his fists once more, and announced, "Wind Sword Sect—Feng Wuya! I await your instruction!"
As he spoke, a longsword materialized in his hand, and five Soul Rings rose from beneath his feet. Yellow, Yellow, Purple, Purple, Black!
The standard configuration for a Soul King!
He raised his head and looked at Shui Bing’er: "Miss Shui, are you not going to summon your Martial Soul?"
Shui Bing’er met his gaze and replied indifferently, "I don’t believe I need to just yet."
Feng Wuya’s brows furrowed slightly.
This Shui Bing’er—could she really be that confident?
However, he said nothing more; instead, he spoke in a deep, solemn voice: "Please!"
As his words fell, he made the first move!
"First Soul Skill: Gale!"
His figure instantly blurred into a mere afterimage, moving with astonishing speed!
A flash of sword-light gleamed as he struck straight at Shui Bing’er!
Shui Bing’er stood her ground, her gaze locked firmly on that fleeting afterimage.
She took a deep breath, channeling her spiritual power to its absolute limit.
There!
She raised her hand, and a beam of icy-blue light shot forth once again!
"Crack—!"
A direct hit!
Feng Wuya’s legs were instantly encased in ice!
His body froze completely in place!
What?!
Feng Wuya was aghast!
This freezing attack was so precise—and so incredibly fast—that he hadn’t been able to dodge it at all!
Seeing his legs on the verge of being completely frozen solid, he frantically channeled his Soul Power with all his might, desperate to break free!
"Third Soul Skill..."
He was just about to unleash a Soul Skill when Shui Bing’er denied him the chance!
Her figure instantly materialized right in front of him!
She struck with a palm!
Then a second!
And a third!
A rapid-fire barrage of strikes rained down upon him like a violent storm!
Yet, Feng Wuya remained utterly unable to break free from the ice gripping his legs!
He could only take the beating passively!
"Thud—!"
With a final punch, she knocked him clean off the arena stage!
Feng Wuya crashed to the ground, gasping for breath, his face etched with bitter frustration.
The referee raised his flag: "The Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect wins!"
Shui Bing’er rubbed her wrist, then turned her gaze toward the seating area of the Wind Sword Sect, her tone flat and even: "Next!"
...
At the Wind Sword Sect’s seating area:
A disciple rose to his feet and shouted angrily, "Hmph! Just one Shui Bing’er, yet she dares to act with such arrogance! Sect Master, let me go teach her a lesson!"
Feng Bailong cast a brief glance at the disciple, then let out a sigh. He had already guessed the outcome in his heart.
In all likelihood, Feng Wujin would once again be utterly crushed.
This Shui Bing’er was already at Rank 69, while Feng Wujin was only at Rank 59—the disparity was simply too vast!
Nevertheless, he nodded.
The result came as no surprise.
Feng Wujin was defeated.
Afterward, several more members of the Wind Sword Sect stepped up to challenge her.
Without exception, every single one of them met with defeat.
They failed to even force Shui Bing’er to reveal her Martial Soul.
"Round Three of the Rookie Tournament: Victory for the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect!"
The referee’s voice echoed throughout the arena.
Shui Bing’er stood upon the stage, radiating high spirits and confidence.
Although the continuous battles had left her glistening with perspiration, a smile remained upon her face.
It was a smile filled with both pride and exhilaration.
Having swept through the Wind Sword Sect with a flawless winning streak, she had left a profound impression on everyone present.
In the stands, murmurs of discussion rose and fell in waves.
"Where on earth did this Shui Bing’er come from?"
"I heard she used to be at the Heavenly Water Academy, but was later poached by Jiang Bai."
"The Heavenly Water Academy? One of the Four Element Academies?"
"And how old is she, anyway? Has she even turned twenty yet? To think she’s already a Rank 69 Soul Emperor—her talent is absolutely terrifying!"
"The Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect is truly no ordinary organization!"
The chatter continued to ripple through the crowd.
Listening to the discussions around her, a complex mix of emotions welled up within Shui Bing’er.
She was twenty years old this year, and in just a few months, she would turn twenty-one. Yet, her Soul Power had already reached Rank 69.
If not for the Sect Master... if not for Senior Ice Emperor... if not for those Immortal Herbs... and that sixth Soul Ring...
She mused silently to herself.
Had Jiang Bai not poached her, she might still be at the Heavenly Water Academy—a Control-type Soul Master, cultivating her powers at a leisurely pace.
Or perhaps she would have returned to the Shui Clan to assist in managing family affairs, living the life of a devoted wife and mother.
She turned her head and cast her gaze toward the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect’s seating area.
The man remained seated there, his demeanor utterly relaxed and at ease.
It was as if the battle that had just taken place were nothing more than a trivial, insignificant matter.
A flicker of gratitude flashed through Shui Bing’er’s eyes.
Sect Master... thank you.
She whispered the words silently in her heart. "Thank you for giving me this opportunity."
...
In the seating section of the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect:
Jiang Li’er was the first to leap to her feet. "Little Bing’er! That was incredible!"
She waved her arms wildly, practically itching to rush out and embrace Shui Bing’er.
Jiang Bai remained seated, the corners of his lips curving upward ever so slightly.
Not bad.
He thought to himself.
Bi Ji smiled gently and murmured softly, "This child truly possesses talent."
The Ice Empress crossed her arms over her chest and gave a dismissive huff.
"She’s alright. Barely passable."
Yet, a flicker of satisfaction flashed within her eyes.
The Snow Empress remained silent, simply gazing thoughtfully at Shui Bing’er.
Ye Lingling sat in a corner, watching as Shui Bing’er walked back to her seat.
In those otherwise vacant eyes of hers, a faint spark of light flickered to life.
How impressive.
She thought to herself in silence.
When will I, too, be able to be like her...
But she quickly suppressed that thought.
She was a Support-type Soul Master...
...
At the seats reserved for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect:
Tang San watched as Shui Bing’er walked back toward the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect’s section, his brows furrowing slightly.
Level sixty-nine...
He mused inwardly.
The last time I saw Shui Bing’er, wasn’t she only Level forty-three?
It’s only been a few years—how could she have advanced so rapidly?
An indescribable mix of emotions surged within him.
There was shock, confusion, and even... a sense of inadequacy.
Could this Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect be harboring some sort of secret?
His gaze settled upon Jiang Bai.
The man remained as composed and leisurely as ever, appearing as though everything were entirely under his control.
Tang San’s hands clenched tightly into fists.
...
The competition continued.
In the subsequent rounds of the Rookie Battles, the various sects took turns stepping into the arena.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect fielded Tang San, who secured an effortless victory. With just a few swings of his hammer, he smashed his opponent right out of the ring.
The entire venue erupted in an uproar.
The Clear Sky Hammer!
Wasn’t the Clear Sky Sect supposed to have been annihilated?
How could the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect possibly have a disciple wielding the Clear Sky Hammer Spirit?
Murmurs of speculation rose and fell throughout the crowd.
The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, meanwhile, sent out the brothers Yu Tianxin and Yu Tianheng in succession; relying on their sheer, overwhelming power, they completely crushed their opponents.
The Black Tiger Sect, the Rock Antelope Sect, and the Hornet Sect also delivered impressive performances.
Yet, the true center of attention remained the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Shui Bing’er’s name echoed throughout the entire arena.
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