Gambling City’s Ring
“I’ll fix that mouth up myself. Gu Yitian, you stand down. I’ll teach her a lesson myself.” Tian Jijian drew his sword as he strolled up the stairs, ego too inflated to see anything else but a need to prove himself. “Killing women goes against my principles, but you court death.”
In one motion, Tian Jijian ran qi down his blade and advanced, yet Wanwan did not lift a muscle until he was close enough for her to bother. She extended the green shawl running down her arm and, to the exasperation of those in attendance, blew the force of his strike into oblivion, while her cloth piece continued with enough force to shoot through the other side of his throat.
Snap! Gu Yitian singlehandedly caught Wanwan’s shawl before it could find its target.
“Aw. And here I was thinking you’d be grateful if I killed him on your behalf.” Wanwan sardonically smiled.
“My shifu’s life is connected to his.”
“Got it.” Wanwan pulled back her shawl to her arm.
“Get lost,” demanded Gu Yitian, forcing Tian Jijian to walk away with humiliation written all over his face.
“I thought Third Heaven Palace was controlling you.”
“They aren’t fit to control me.”
“Indeed, someone with your unyielding determination can’t be controlled using their tricks.”
“Why do they want me to kill you two?” questioned Gu Yitian, referring to Wanwan and Ximen Buxing.
“Because they can’t control us.”
“I understand now.” Gu Yitian pulled off the cloth sheath behind him. “You are worthy of facing my sword.”
“This is my faction’s ring. I’d prefer not to ruin it.”
“Understood.”
A fight between Ascension Realm adepts would not just leave dried blood on the railing as seen around them.
Gu Yitian unleashed his dormant power as he aimed his blade at the firmament. One might praise a swordsman’s swordplay, but Gu Yitian’s sword draw was enough to be worthy of equivalent praise. If nothing else, Wanwan made her move, twirling, stretching, recoiling, undulating and spreading her white length of cloth.
Clang! Keeping in line with his promise, Gu Yitian held back just as Wanwan did. Alas, the floor’s crack was audible as the two planted a foot behind them for stability.
“It seems both of us broke the rule,” commented Gu Yitian.
“You held back.” Wanwan’s smile could force the sun to give the stage to the moon ahead of schedule.
“It is not my desire to kill you. Sadly, it is something I must do.”
Just as Gu Yitian prepared to go all out, a third presence interrupted them.
“A scrupled fight is meaningless.”
“Mu Yu, how you doing?” Wanwan gave Mu Yu a wink as he entered the ring.
“Last I checked, I’m not your cup of tea,” Mu Yu responded jovially.
“You still haven’t revived Uncle yet?”
Mu Yu shook his head.
“I was looking for you,” stated Gu Yitian.
“Well, hello,” Mu Yu cheerfully greeted.
The strangest thing to those in attendance was the sound of Xiaoshuai crunching a hawthorn loudly on Mu Yu’s shoulder.
“You know I’m out for your life,” asserted Gu Yitian, in a low voice.
“I don’t worry about non-existent problems.”
“You sound ready.”
“Your emotions are running high. An emotional swordsman’s emotions will encumber his swordplay.”
Tian Jijian snickered. “Gu Yitian, killing those two is your mission.”
Mu Yu turned to Tian Jijian and asked Gu Yitian, “You beat him with a single chopstick?”
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