Crimson Storm!
Compared to the earlier Rose Whirlwind, its power was at least three times stronger.
As the slender sword quivered, the air screeched like metal being torn, carrying a ferocious storm straight at the lively girl.
This was Hua Nongying’s strongest move yet, a killer technique born from his Rose Remnant Soul and Flower Sword.
It might not be a guaranteed kill, but taking out three or four average Seventh-Tier Martial Masters with it was no issue.
“Oh, now *this* is interesting!”
The lively girl grinned excitedly, not retreating but charging forward.
Behind her, a cute little pig appeared, barely a foot tall, pink and adorable, but its eyes burned with killing intent.
“Is that a ninja spirit?”
“Yep, at least a sixty or seventy percent ninja remnant soul!”
Amid the crowd’s murmurs, the girl thrust her palms forward, a strange force blasting from her hands.
The pink pig remnant soul opened its mouth in sync.
Her palm strike morphed midair into a water arrow, seemingly ordinary, yet it effortlessly shattered Hua Nongying’s grandiose attack.
Hua Nongying’s face fell, he dodged sideways, trying to evade the arrow’s lingering force.
But he was too slow.
The water arrow pierced his shoulder, leaving a bloody hole.
A scream tore from Hua Nongying’s lips as he collapsed, face paler than a corpse.
Before this fight, he’d been brimming with confidence, now, he looked worse than death.
“Heh, thought you’d give me a thrill, but you’re this weak,” the lively girl said, clapping her hands and shrugging with a regretful smile.
“Junior Sister, why push him? Hidden Dragon Camp hasn’t beaten our Sky Endurance Academy in years, it’s always a slaughter,” the lazy boy said, glancing at General September with a grin. “September, let’s call this the first spar, yeah? No need to drag it out and embarrass Hidden Dragon Camp further, we’ve got training to get back to.”
General September’s face darkened. He hated their attitude, but reality stung, the human race had fallen behind.
Even these three Sky Endurance geniuses were ninja clan martial artists.
Hidden Dragon Camp’s talents hung their heads, many seething, jaws clenched.
But what could they do?
Outmatched, and the opponents were here by the rules, what, gang up on them?
That’d be too humiliating.
Clap, clap, clap!
As morale sank, applause cut through.
“Nice move, near-mortal technique, no wonder Hua Nongying’s sword fell apart so fast,” came a voice.
Ling Xiao stepped out from the crowd.
He wasn’t one for the spotlight, but as Hidden Dragon Camp’s chief commander, with the camp getting humiliated, hiding would make him a coward.
His words startled the Sky Endurance trio.
Spotting that the lively girl’s move was near-mortal meant this guy wasn’t ordinary.
And stepping up amid such low spirits? That took guts.
“Who’re you?” the lively girl asked, curious.
Before Ling Xiao could answer, the lazy boy chuckled, “If I’m not mistaken, you’re Ling Xiao, the new chief commander replacing Dai Yuling, right, Brother Ling?”
“That’s me,” Ling Xiao nodded.
“You’re here for the spar, yeah? Let’s not waste time, you and me, let’s go,” the lazy boy said, smirking at Ling Xiao, figuring a win over him would wrap up the day.
Beating Hidden Dragon Camp’s chief commander would be a rare feather in Sky Endurance’s cap, something they’d never pulled off before.
“Ling Xiao, Hua Nongying’s match doesn’t have to count, you set the sparring roster,” General September interjected, urging caution.
Ling Xiao just smiled, “Commander Hua’s one of us, how could his fight not count? Let’s say Hidden Dragon Camp lost that one.”
“Is Ling Xiao nuts?”
“Yeah, he’s practically handing them a win!”
“Maybe not, we’re gonna lose anyway, does it matter who flops?”
The spectators didn’t dare speak loudly, but whispers buzzed.
They didn’t know Ling Xiao heard every word crystal clear.
He just didn’t care.
“Hahaha, cocky, huh? Even Dai Yuling wouldn’t dare talk that big!”
The lazy boy’s eyes sharpened, locking onto Ling Xiao.
“Talk’s cheap, send your second fighter,” Ling Xiao said, done wasting breath.
“I’ll take it,” the chubby boy said, setting down his snacks and stepping up.
His aura flared.
“Late Seventh-Tier Martial Master!”
His realm outclassed the lively girl’s.
“No one in Hidden Dragon Camp’s got that kind of strength, if only Dai Yuling were still here.”
“Yeah, we’re toast again.”
“Maybe if Ling Xiao fights himself, he can last a bit longer.”
Truth was, seeing the chubby boy’s power, most of Hidden Dragon Camp lost hope.
Not their fault, the camp just didn’t have any late Seventh-Tier Martial Masters. The strongest were Hua Nongying and Shi Lei, both mid Seventh-Tier.
Shi Lei was still in seclusion.
How do you play that?
“Sister Yixue, your turn,” Ling Xiao said, lightly patting Ling Yixue’s arm, slipping a wisp of Heavenly Dragon True Essence into her.
Not to fight for her, but to help her spot the opponent’s weaknesses.
No question, in a straight-up brawl, Ling Yixue wasn’t the chubby boy’s match, so Ling Xiao had to give her an edge.
Nothing in the rules against it.
“Ling Yixue? She’s strong, but against that guy?”
“Hope she doesn’t lose too badly.”
“Ling Xiao’s such a wimp, hiding behind a girl.”
The crowd’s chatter wasn’t kind.
“You’re not my match,” the chubby boy said, eyeing Ling Yixue.
“We’ll see,” Ling Yixue replied, her True Essence surging, body glowing with snowy white energy, sleeves fluttering without wind.
“Alright, let’s get real!”
The chubby boy frowned, clenching his fists.
Ninja Clan Secret Art, Gigantification!
In a flash, his body shot up from five-foot-six to fifteen feet tall.
Then, he swung a massive fist at Ling Yixue.
