Chapter 483: Fourth Lady’s Tricks |
Yang Miaozhen’s move was truly unexpected. While people had seen legs sweep like whips, no one had seen them used to perform spear techniques.
Yang Miaozhen’s legs were long and straight, and when she wielded the Pear Blossom Spear, the power was no less than that of a real spear. Song Qingshu was caught off guard and almost got his face disfigured.
However, given Song Qingshu’s current level of skill, though surprised, he remained composed. He raised his palm and, whether slapping, flicking, or pushing, he always managed to strike the weak spot on Yang Miaozhen’s ankle, nullifying her fierce attacks.
Yang Miaozhen didn’t intend to defeat Song Qingshu with her legs alone. Her spear technique emphasized fluidity and natural flow, making every part of her body a potential weapon. Thus, her attacks were continuous, leaving her opponent exhausted.
Song Qingshu’s palm supported her ankle and lifted it slightly. Yang Miaozhen used the force to somersault in mid-air. The Pear Blossom Spear that had been planted in the ring now gleamed coldly as it thrust towards Song Qingshu’s chest.
“Fourth Lady’s flexibility is truly amazing!”
Song Qingshu praised inwardly as he swiftly retreated several yards. Yang Miaozhen’s attack failed, and she didn’t press on. Instead, she stood still, focusing her gaze on him.
“Fourth Lady, it’s impolite not to return the favor. You’ve attacked once; now it’s my turn, right?” Song Qingshu said with a smile, his eyes noticing the fine sweat on Yang Miaozhen’s temples.
“Please!” Yang Miaozhen responded with a graceful smile, though she didn’t feel as relaxed as she appeared. She had fought Song Qingshu before and knew that his ghostly speed was the most troublesome aspect.
“Mother, where has Song Qingshu gone? I only see that Fourth Lady dancing with the spear on the ring,” Guo Fu exclaimed, her eyes wide with surprise, looking around but unable to find Song Qingshu.
Huang Rong was deeply shocked. How could a person’s speed be so fast?
Seeing her daughter constantly asking, Huang Rong pointed to the ring with a complex expression: “He’s been there all along. It’s just that his speed is too fast for you to see.”
Guo Fu was stunned and focused more intently around Yang Miaozhen. Under her mother’s guidance, she finally caught a faint gray shadow, but it vanished in the blink of an eye. When she tried to look again, her eyes began to hurt, and she saw stars. “Is he a man or a ghost?”
Huang Rong’s face flushed slightly, thinking to herself, “Of course, he’s a ghost, and a lecher0us one at that.”
Yang Miaozhen, at the center of the storm, felt it more intensely. Her eyesight was naturally far superior to Guo Fu’s, but she still struggled to catch sight of Song Qingshu. Eventually, she simply closed her eyes. In this situation, it didn’t matter if she could see or not; it was better to use her heart to sense the air currents and Song Qingshu’s movements.
If the Pear Blossom Spear’s usual power was a ten, Yang Miaozhen, in her calm state, wielded it with the force of twelve.
Each pear blossom that bloomed around her was formed by her True Qi. No matter how fast Song Qingshu was, if he wanted to attack her, he had to break through these pear blossoms.
And each pear blossom was connected to her Qi. She could sense which ones were shattered, moved, or had abnormal air currents around them. Her mind was like a clear mirror.
Thus, despite Song Qingshu’s speed, she could predict his attack angles and trajectories from the state of the pear blossoms. Even though she couldn’t see him, she stood firm, like a boat in a storm, seemingly in danger but always managing to turn the danger aside.
The martial artists watching were dazzled. They had witnessed Yang Miaozhen’s exquisite spear technique earlier, covering Shi Potian with pear blossoms. Now, the tables had turned, and she was on the defensive, struggling to hold her ground within three feet.
Song Qingshu’s Qinggong had surpassed most people’s understanding, leading to much discussion. With such Qinggong, he was already in an unbeatable position. Who would win the title of Golden Serpent King was uncertain.
The Red Flower Society members were worried too. Yu Wanting remained calm, but Wen Tailai couldn’t help but ask the young girl nearby, “Ah Qing, do you have a way to deal with Song’s speed?”
Ah Qing was busily munching on an apple. Hearing his question, she glanced at the ring and said with a laugh, “Simple, just fill the ring with Sword Qi.”
Ah Qing’s answer left everyone speechless. Who else but her could do that? But her method made sense. Like sunlight everywhere, if the ring was filled with Sword Qi, Song Qingshu would have nowhere to escape, no matter how fast he was.
Wen Tailai exchanged a glance with Yu Wanting, both seeing the joy in each other’s eyes. They thought, “If Song Qingshu tries this against Ah Qing next time, he’s courting death.”
At this moment, the two on the ring suddenly separated. Looking at the slightly panting Yang Miaozhen, Song Qingshu praised, “I didn’t expect you to come up with this method to counter my speed.” Though others thought he had the upper hand, he knew that he hadn’t gained much advantage in the last round.
“Thank you for the compliment,” Yang Miaozhen said with pride. After suffering a loss to Song Qingshu last time, she had spent much effort devising a countermeasure, hence her ease this time.
“But this consumes a lot of your energy. How long can you hold on if I keep attacking?” Song Qingshu’s eyes involuntarily moved to Yang Miaozhen’s chest, which was heaving with her breaths.
Noticing Song Qingshu’s gaze, Yang Miaozhen didn’t evade it. Instead, she deliberately puffed out her chest, showing a complete lack of concern, her voice turning coquettish, “Are you just going to bully me with your speed every time? Even if you win, it won’t be honorable. I won’t be convinced.”
‘When will I ever change this bad habit?’ Song Qingshu scolded himself inwardly before smiling, “Then how does Fourth Lady want to compete?”
Yang Miaozhen’s eyes rolled mischievously as she drew four footprints on the ground with her spear, “We will stand in these circles and fight. Whoever steps out loses. How about it?”
“Like this?” Song Qingshu pretended to hesitate.
Yang Miaozhen added, “This restricts your Qinggong. To be fair, I won’t use the Pear Blossom Spear. We’ll only use fists and feet. What do you say?”
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