School Beauty's Personal Martial Expert
Chapter 420: Spar2

Chapter 420: Spar2

Qi Yue, seeing Leng Xuan’s confidence, couldn’t help but grow a bit puzzled. She snorted and said, "Are you really not going to dodge?"

By this time, Leng Xuan too was inclined to reveal some of his skills, with the hope of showing this young lady her place and to stop her from bothering him in the future. He nodded and said, "Yes, I’m not dodging."

Qi Yue let out a cold laugh and said, "Then you can go to hell!" As she spoke, she launched a fierce kick with the spring-loaded blade in her shoe-tip at Leng Xuan’s chest, aiming to kick him to death in one blow—truly ruthless.

Leng Xuan had already shown mercy several times, and it irked him that this young lady still did not know when to advance or retreat. With a scornful "heh", he didn’t back away but moved forward instead, reaching out and grabbing her leg, then with a powerful shove, sent her flying backward. It sounded simple, but in fact, this move of Leng Xuan’s was not any particular technique; it was the simplest and most practical instinctive response. The difficult part was the speed involved, and with his current cultivation level, his speed was naturally much faster than Qi Yue’s. Thus, his few simple maneuvers were so quick that Qi Yue couldn’t even see clearly what happened. All she felt was the wind whooshing past both sides of her as she hit the ground with a thud, feeling as though her whole body was about to fall apart. She couldn’t help but groan in pain.

Yet, this young lady clenched her teeth and got back up from the ground, seemingly still not admitting defeat.

Leng Xuan frowned; if it wasn’t for the intimidating assassin family Qi Yue came from, he would not have been so polite. His thoughts raced, and he knew that if he didn’t show the young lady some real techniques, she likely wouldn’t give up so easily. With a silent, cold laugh, as Qi Yue was gathering herself to attack again, he used Jiuyang Divine Art, flipping his right palm, and with a puff, a ball of flame emerged. He pushed it forward casually, and this ball of flame shot towards Qi Yue like a meteor.

"Ah!" Qi Yue was terrified, her heart leaping to her throat. In the critical moment, she dodged the fire attack with a swift sidestep. However, before she could steady herself, the ball of flame incredibly flew back toward her. She could already feel the heat emanating from it, which made her shiver uncontrollably, a chilling fear rising from the depths of her heart that left her face pale. Yet at that moment, Leng Xuan suddenly waved his hand, and the ball of flame disappeared into the void.

"You... you..." Although Qi Yue tried to force herself to remain calm, her voice was still trembling and stammering, "Do you practice witchcraft?"

Witchcraft? A hint of scorn flashed in Leng Xuan’s eyes, coupled with a trace of arrogance, and he said lightly, "Ha, call it whatever you want. Go back and tell the people behind you that I can overlook this attempt on my life. I hope they will not provoke me from now on. Otherwise, I do not know if I will entertain the idea of annihilating your organization."

Qi Yue had never met anyone more arrogant than Leng Xuan. Was her organization that easy to eliminate? Not to mention the people from her mother’s generation, even among the younger members like Yi Yue and Si Yue, there were those who were probably capable of killing this man. However, she also understood well that her own strength was probably not even sufficient to be considered a threat to Leng Xuan. Why keep up the charade to her own detriment? She snorted and said, "Fine, consider yourself formidable. But don’t be too boastful. I may not be your match, but in my organization, there are many who are much more powerful than you."