C37 A Battle Between Two Beauties
C37 A Battle Between Two Beauties
The other seven people walked into the square one after another. Yang Xuan had already stood there. He slightly turned his eyes to look at the crowd.
Yang Xuan had seen Yang Zhou before. He had a pretty good impression of Yang Zhou. Yang Zhou's character was just like his name. He looked like a quiet young man. His eyebrows were curved and as thin as willow leaves, and his lips were very thin. Furthermore, his expression looked very obedient. Compared to the first time Yang Xuan saw Yang Zhou in Martial Hall, Yang Zhou was much quieter now.
Yang Zhou slowly walked to the opposite side of Yang Xuan. He bowed slightly and said, "Brother Yang Xuan, please give me some guidance."
"Brother Yang Zhou, please give me more guidance." Yang Xuan nodded seriously and bowed in return.
Compared to Yang Xuan and Yang Zhou, the atmosphere in the other three districts was much more tense. Especially the second district near Yang Xuan and Yang Zhou, Yang Qianhuan and Yang Ahjiao had a very good relationship. But when Yang Qianhuan and Yang Ahjiao looked at each other, the situation between them was tense. Their intention to fight was very obvious.
"Very good. These two children are very competitive. Now that they have become rivals, they will definitely urge each other."
Outside the arena, there were older generation figures rubbing their beards as they smiled and commented on Yang Qianhuan and Yang Ahjiao. Their words were full of praise for them.
"I also think so. Just having talent is not enough. An opponent with similar strength like them will become their motivation to advance. That is what an expert should have."
"Yes, they are very outstanding."
All the elders expressed their opinions, they immediately looked to the other side.
Yang Xuan and Yang Zhou were still greeting each other humbly, as if they were no match for each other.
"Yang Xuan and Yang Zhou are encouraging each other. They are not bad."
Everyone had nothing to say. However, Yang Xuan and Yang Zhou were both disciples of Yang family. It was not good for them to comment on Yang Xuan and Yang Zhou's actions.
"The competition begins."
A voice sounded. The people who were still discussing stopped and looked towards the arena. In this battle, two geniuses met. It had to be said that this match was extremely interesting.
Especially since these two geniuses were both women. As for Yang Zhou, who was also a genius next to them, he was subconsciously ignored because of Yang Zhou's opponent.
In the arena, after the referee announced the start, a tense atmosphere filled the air. Especially between the two young female geniuses who had been preparing for a long time.
Yang Qianhuan's talent was better than Yang Ahjiao's, but it did not mean that she was stronger than Yang Ahjiao.
Just as the referee's voice fell, Yang Ahjiao rushed out with her wooden sword. She did not have any fear. This time, she did not swing the sword flower. The wooden sword in her hand was very powerful. The sword carried a slight sound of wind. Yang Ahjiao swung the sword very quickly.
"Compete in speed?" Yang Qianhuan coldly snorted and also copied Yang Ahjiao's method of attack.
Yang Qianhuan's peach red robe could not keep up with her speed and her clothes fluttered in the air. Yang Qianhuan was like a fairy descending to the mortal world and she was very stunning.
On the other side, Yang Xuan slowly picked up the wooden sword.
"Brother Yang Zhou, you attack first."
"No, you should attack first."
Yang Zhou's expression was serious. He held his sword and cupped his fist. His expression was very sincere.
Yang Xuan raised his eyebrows slightly. He thought for a moment and finally shook his head. He said, "I cannot attack first. I am older than you. The book said that older people should take care of young people. You should attack first."
Yang Qianhuan and Yang Ahjiao's speed were very small. Colorful clothes fluttered in the air. Before the crowd outside the arena could see clearly, Yang Qianhuan and Yang Ahjiao collided.
The wooden sword made a slight contact in the air and in the blink of an eye, pieces of wood shavings fell down. The wood shavings scattered along with the airflow brought by their movements.
The two of them passed each other in the blink of an eye and landed at the position where the other party was previously standing.
"How wonderful! Yang Qianhuan and Yang Ahjiao are evenly matched. With their talent, they are both talented."
Yang Dingshan stood on the high platform and continuously praised Yang Qianhuan and Yang Ahjiao three times. He could not help but clap his hands and laugh.
Those ordinary disciples could not see clearly, but Yang Dingshan was a Late Period of Second Stage Perfection expert. He naturally knew what had happened just now. Yang Qianhuan and Yang Ahjiao's attacks were extremely fast. When the two swords made contact, they attacked each other. But Yang Qianhuan and Yang Ahjiao found that both of them had the same target and immediately withdrew their attacks.
In the blink of an eye, Yang Qianhuan and Yang Ahjiao seemed to pass by each other. But they had already fought and their strengths were equal. Whether it was the way they attacked, the angle, or the way to retreat. They were almost the same.
And Yang Qianhuan and Yang Ahjiao's every move required strength to support it. If it was an ordinary disciple, they would have already lost.
Yang Qianhuan and Yang Ahjiao both landed on the ground, but they seemed to be very dissatisfied with the result.
Yang Ahjiao's footsteps slowly moved. The moment she landed on the ground, she borrowed the strength of the ground to make a circle. She immediately bent her waist and immediately jumped into the air. After she made a circle in the air, she held the wooden sword in her hand and stabbed downwards.
Around Yang Ahjiao, her clothes were fluttering and the Spirit Aura was fluctuating. It was as if there was a white bird singing. Her posture was very elegant and her hands seemed to have no strength. Her gentleness was very obvious.
"Ahjiao's move is the Exquisite Heart Technique. Is she going to use her ultimate move so soon?"
Some of the younger generation saw through Yang Ahjiao's move. He showed an intoxicated expression and cried out in surprise. Many people beside him obviously did not understand Ahjiao's moves and they all asked him.
Yang Ahjiao's graceful figure, coupled with her originally beautiful appearance, immediately many people were fascinated by her.
"Quickly look, Qianhuan made a move."
Everyone was inquiring about Yang Ahjiao's move. Suddenly, a voice came out of nowhere, and their attention returned to the scene.
Yang Qianhuan looked at the ethereal figure in the air and frowned slightly. She did not dare to underestimate her opponent. There were only a few geniuses in this clan and Yang Qianhuan and Yang Ahjiao had secretly competed many times. The two of them had more or less understood each other and Yang Qianhuan had a rough understanding of the power of Yang Ahjiao's moves.
Yang Ahjiao's delicate body wrapped around the straight wooden sword and stabbed over. The tip of the sword had a bit of light flashing and it released waves of Spirit Aura waves.
Yang Qianhuan took a deep breath and did her best to mobilize the Spirit Aura in her body.
Currently, Yang Qianhuan was already in the Perfection state. She had even touched the threshold of the Second Stage. She could take that step at any time, so her Spirit Aura was naturally stronger than Yang Ahjiao's.
The wooden sword in Yang Qianhuan's hand had already been covered with a faint red halo. The red halo was very faint, but the Spirit Aura in the sword kept surging out.
The feeling that Yang Qianhuan gave people was the complete opposite of Yang Ahjiao's. She was like a wild fire burning, unrestrained and hot. Her pupils became fiery red.
The Spirit Aura around Yang Qianhuan slowly gathered. The Spirit Aura first entered Yang Qianhuan's body, then the Spirit Aura followed along her meridians and flowed into the wooden sword.
The power of the wooden sword grew stronger and stronger. When the wooden sword in the sky stabbed down, Yang Qianhuan screamed and a red light suddenly shot out.
The two Spirit Aura collided and exploded. The Spirit Aura mixed with hot air and rolled out like waves, sweeping across the entire scene.
Yang Xuan held the wooden sword in his hand. His plain cloth clothes were blown by the heat wave and swayed a little. The hair on his temples flew around randomly.
"They fought so fiercely."
Yang Xuan praised Yang Qianhuan and Yang Ahjiao. He turned around and looked at Yang Zhou. His expression became serious. His eyes were full of stubbornness.
"They fought so fiercely. Let's start fighting too."
"Okay. Please make a move."
"You make your move first"