[GL]Whose Wife Is Always Acting Pitiful? Oh, It Turns Out It’s Mine 132

Chapter 132: Looking at Each Other

Xue Wuluo waited for a long time but didn’t get a response from the opponent, so she stopped waiting and drew her long sword, saying in a low voice, “Please enlighten me, Saintess.”

Saintess Xue Yue drew a soft sword with menacing cold light and nodded imperceptibly. Xue Wuluo started with the sword technique taught by a Guardian Star sister in the Xue Star Tower. Tapping the ground with her toes, she leaned forward, almost forming a straight line, and stabbed at Saintess Xue Yue!

Saintess Xue Yue shook the soft sword body gently. The sword body moved as flexibly as a snake. When the sword edge approached, she suddenly flicked it forward—dissolving this attacking sword with a “clang” effortlessly. This flick was extremely clever. Seemingly without internal force, the blade actually exerted powerful sword qi upon contact with Xue Wuluo’s sword edge, forcefully deflecting her sword momentum. The soft sword then circled around the hard sword body, unloading the remaining force.

“Good!” Xue Mu shouted. Saintess Xue Yue’s sword was more exquisite than that male disciple’s sword technique, giving a relaxed feeling of dissolving the opponent’s move effortlessly. She couldn’t help cheering for this Saintess, feeling a little apologetic to Xue Wuluo in her heart.

Xue Wuluo’s sword light spread, launching a new offensive like raging waves. The two were very close. Xue Wuluo only heard a soft laugh from behind the veil, like dew on morning leaves dripping into a babbling brook, with a hint of elegant tone. That laughter contained a faint mockery, as if satirizing her for exerting too much force, yet mixed with an indescribable gentleness, making Xue Wuluo stunned involuntarily. Before she could even think, the opponent had already used the soft sword to dissolve her move again.

Saintess Xue Yue circled to Xue Wuluo’s side in an instant. The soft sword brought monstrous sword qi like a swimming dragon, stabbing straight at Xue Wuluo’s side ribs. Xue Wuluo used the “Ghost Swallow Art” to escape from that sword light, circling to the rear of Saintess Xue Yue. Xue Mu saw her suddenly use “Crimson Flame Direct Strike” from the “Ghostly Flame Nether Flower Sword,” aiming straight for Saintess Xue Yue’s back heart. Unexpectedly, she swung the soft sword back with a backhand. The sword body sprang forward softly, blocking the sword edge with the sword edge. The huge internal force bounced Xue Wuluo two zhang away, falling heavily to the ground.

“Good internal energy!” Han Yan looked anxiously at Xue Wuluo crawling up with difficulty, hearing Sect Leader Qing Lan praise in a low voice, “Good sword technique. It seems Villa Master Xue Qun has put in effort, actually letting this little girl have such profound internal energy and such exquisite sword technique at such a young age. Truly eye-opening.”

Han Yan pursed her lips. Seeing Xue Wuluo swaying slightly after standing straight, she was worried, hoping she wouldn’t force herself to duel with that Saintess Xue Yue. So she shouted, “Young Hero Xue! Take care of your body!”

Her shout surprised her Junior Sisters greatly. Sect Leader Qing Lan glanced at her, the look seemingly saying “Did you find another lover?” Han Yan explained in a small voice, “That Young Hero Xue is no match for the Saintess. She can’t win no matter what. Why lose her life in vain?”

“Hmph, even if she wants to kill, she has to weigh the experts and great powers present.” Sect Leader Qing Lan said coldly, “A little girl dares to kill a Jianghu chivalrous warrior in front of her elders?”

Han Yan whispered, “Master is absolutely right. Presumably, that Saintess Xue Yue dares not hurt people’s lives on the martial arts competition stage.”

But after all, except for Diwu Miaofu, no one had truly hurt anyone’s life. Thinking of this, Han Yan looked at the crowd where Xue Mu and Dugu Yuan’an were, really wanting to know how Diwu Miaofu was doing now.

After knocking Xue Wuluo flying, Saintess Xue Yue seemed unwilling to waste time and finally took the initiative to attack. Xue Wuluo shouted in a low voice. Her long sword turned into an arc of light, moving suddenly, colliding with Saintess Xue Yue’s soft sword. Internal force surged madly from her body to her arm and palm, but the opponent’s internal force was stronger than hers. Her internal force was like a drop of water merging into the vast ocean without any reaction.

And Saintess Xue Yue’s light laughter sounded again, this time seemingly with some helplessness.

Hearing this voice, Xue Wuluo only felt her ears tingling and her whole body trembling! At the same time, the opponent’s continuously surging internal force suddenly increased several times in strength, actually shaking her entire arm until it went numb and painful. The long sword was led by Saintess Xue Yue’s soft sword to change direction. With a turn of the sword edge, it pointed straight at Xue Wuluo’s own throat!

This strike was irresistible for Xue Wuluo. She could only watch helplessly as the sword edge pierced towards her throat with unstoppable momentum. In an instant, sorrow and anger intertwined in her heart, sweeping through her whole body, actually giving her the strength to escape that sword edge instantly. Circulating internal force and shouting in a low voice, she used her lightness skill to retreat!

And when Xue Wuluo planned to retreat, Saintess Xue Yue also slowed down her sword momentum, giving Xue Wuluo space and time to escape. Sure enough, Xue Wuluo escaped, but the long sword in her hand also flew out, picked and hooked by Saintess Xue Yue with the soft sword, taken as a trophy.

The martial arts competition stage suddenly fell silent. Two people concealing their true faces looked at each other, their gazes meeting in the air. Even with thousands of words, they couldn’t say a single sentence at this moment.

Up to this point, Xue Wuluo had lost. Everyone asked her to leave the stage and let a new expert come up to challenge. Unexpectedly, Xue Wuluo remained motionless, standing in place staring quietly at Saintess Xue Yue opposite, causing confusion: Does she think she can continue to compete with the Saintess?

Then, Xue Wuluo moved. She took a step forward, cupped her hands, and whispered, “This humble one wants to compare punches and kicks. Please enlighten me, Saintess Xue Yue.”

Everyone thought: Sure enough! Young Hero Xue is unconvinced and wants to compete again!

Saintess Xue Yue only waved her hand gently, indicating refusal.

Xue Wuluo was silent for a moment, then rushed up suddenly, shouting in a low voice, “Excuse my rudeness!”

Many people turned pale with fright, not expecting this person to rush up hard after being refused. If the girl was angered and used ten percent of her strength, could this Young Hero Xue still live?!!

Xue Mu also gave a surprised “Eh,” thinking when did Xue Wuluo become so reckless?

Dugu Yuan’an pushed the wheelchair forward. While people were watching the battle, she had already locked onto Saintess Xue Yue’s superb body movements, light and elegant like a breeze brushing past branches, leaves, and spring snow. Every time she made a move, the water surface was calm but dark tides surged underneath. Whether against Han Yan or Xue Wuluo, she hadn’t used much of her strength. Not because she looked down on the opponent, but because she was unwilling to strike them heavily. Although every move carried no killing intent, it implied profound martial arts attainments, making it difficult to approach.

Dugu Yuan’an had felt the oppression brought by that aura. She narrowed her eyes slightly, staring calmly at the fight between Saintess Xue Yue and Xue Wuluo.

Xue Wuluo’s palms touched Saintess Xue Yue’s. She sensed the cold force suddenly surging from her palm, as gentle as snowflakes, yet as sharp as ice knives, transmitting instantly to her palm center, actually swallowing the internal force she released alive.