Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal? Chapter 840: Li Qingran vs. Su Luyao
Previously on Wait, How Did My Digital Girlfriend Become a Sword Immortal?...
Under the watchful eyes of thousands, Li Qingran and Su Luyao stepped onto the Martial Platform.
The Vice Dean of Battle Soul Academy, known as the Soul Battle Saint Feng Wuyu, gazed at the two young women with a pleased expression in his eyes.
Both Su Luyao and Li Qingran stood out as exceptional talents among the newer generation at Battle Soul Academy, and each possessed striking beauty. They truly represented the pride of Battle Soul Academy, excelling in appearance, aptitude, and power alike.
As Vice Dean, Feng Wuyu held a deep fondness for these two promising students.
"The match rules are already known to you, yet I will stress them once again," Feng Wuyu's face grew more solemn. "Halt upon contact, and under no circumstances take a life! Reserve any desire for deadly combat for the World Elite Soul Master Competition! Not here, in internal conflicts, unleashing cruel and brutal techniques against your own peers!
Instructors surround the arena, observing closely. Should any intentional harm be detected, the match outcome will be invalidated, and participation in such events will be forbidden for one year! With no further protests, the battle commences right away!"
Having said that, Feng Wuyu gestured for Li Qingran and Su Luyao to exchange bows.
Li Qingran had no issue with it, offering a calm slight bow toward Su Luyao.
In her mind, she reflected that her World Rings and Battle Techniques had received multiple enhancements thanks to her husband's aid. During the upcoming clash with Su Luyao, she ought to restrain herself somewhat, to avoid unintentionally slaying or gravely wounding her opponent with an offhand strike.Battle Soul Academy had been good to her, its instructors fair and sensible, and she intended to remain there for further learning without stirring up problems.
Su Luyao returned the bow lightly, a chilly smirk tugging at her lips, her intentions starkly contrasting Li Qingran's.
So, it boils down to not killing, does it?
For a woman at the peak of her youth, what mattered most? Undoubtedly, her looks!
The academy's regulations must not be broken, but plenty of ways existed to skirt them.
She might preserve Li Qingran's life, yet she planned to savage that beautiful visage without mercy.
Even if various healing Battle Souls could swiftly mend Li Qingran's features, that changed nothing.
Her aim to humiliate Li Qingran and tarnish her reputation would succeed, bringing her joy, so what else mattered?
Feng Wuyu announced, "Match begin!" before retreating a step, leaving the arena.
Su Luyao fixed a icy stare on Li Qingran. At her feet, Yellow, Yellow, Purple—three World Rings glowed. The Wind Whisper Butterfly danced around her wrist. The might of a 37th-level Soul Battle Venerable surged through the arena like an overwhelming wave. "Li Qingran, truthfully, my third Battle Technique is designed to counter yours precisely. If you're wise, forfeit immediately. You'll spare yourself the pain that way."
Even while uttering those words, Su Luyao felt utterly convinced that Li Qingran wouldn't yield the contest so simply.
After all, Li Qingran was a Battle Venerable too. A Battle Venerable carried the pride of one, and moreover, she outranked Su Luyao by two levels.
Surrendering at this point would shatter the fame Li Qingran had built within the academy in an instant.
In the Canglan Realm, strength reigned supreme above everything. Beauty without a warrior's honor amounted to little more than an attractive, hollow ornament.
Li Qingran regarded Su Luyao silently, without a word.
A chuckle nearly escaped her, but deeming it impolite, she suppressed it with effort.
Next, she ignited her initial World Ring.
A violet glow appeared beneath her feet. The three-thousand-year World Ring blazed with intense purple brilliance, exerting far greater pressure than Su Luyao's faintly qualifying purple ring.
Su Luyao's brow furrowed as she examined the World Ring under Li Qingran's feet. "What is this supposed to mean?
Intending to face me with just one Battle Technique? Li Qingran, this is pure overconfidence!"
Feng Wuyu, hovering near the arena's boundary, uttered a quiet exclamation of astonishment and squinted his eyes.
The purple World Ring beneath Li Qingran marked the innermost ring at the base. By its placement, it appeared to be the first World Ring.
Yet Li Qingran had merely reached the 39th level as a Battle Venerable. Upon absorbing her first World Ring, she had been a mere Great Battle Master.
A Great Battle Master's body could never handle absorbing a World Ring exceeding a thousand years.
Let alone one that, by its hue, surpassed three thousand years.
Unless a World Beast had willingly sacrificed itself in some extraordinary case...
Such occurrences proved exceedingly uncommon.
If it had truly transpired, her instructor would have informed him long before.
"I believe this suffices," Li Qingran fluttered her large eyes, gripping the Su Xian Sword without further comment.
"Very well!" Su Luyao snapped with furious laughter. "Don't come crying later!"
"Let's get to it," Li Qingran sensed Su Luyao chattering excessively, as though they shared closeness.
But this nonchalant demeanor only deepened the blow to Su Luyao's pride.
"Insufferably haughty!" Su Luyao bellowed in rage.
The three World Rings—Yellow, Yellow, Purple—beneath her feet burst forth with radiant splendor all at once.
The Wind Whisper Butterfly, adorned in cyan-gold motifs, beat its wings and ascended. The surrounding air currents whipped into frenzy instantly.
"First Battle Technique, Wind Wing Slash!"
With a point of her finger, the Wind Whisper Butterfly's wings stirred.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Dozens of cyan-gold wind blades, resembling a torrent of piercing needles, hurtled toward Li Qingran amid piercing shrieks.