The battle was imminent.
Fang Tong was enraged, wanting to defeat Wang Wanjian in the shortest possible time to showcase her might.
She spread her arms wide, her body enveloped in a verdant glow. Behind her, runes intertwined in the void, and the phantom image of a massive green vine materialized.
Concurrently, centered on her, flora and trees conjured from energy rapidly spread outwards.
Soon, more than half of the battle stage transformed into a world of green.
Fang Tong had awakened the Senling Physique, a special constitution that granted her the power to control myriad plants.
Since this was not the natural world, she conjured her own domain, creating a botanical world and altering the battle stage into a favorable home ground for her combat.
"Interesting."
Wang Wanjian's eyes gleamed with anticipation. He did not obstruct her, allowing Fang Tong to construct her domain.
He gripped the hilt of his willow-leaf saber, and the surrounding gentle breeze, like swallows returning to their nests, converged upon the blade, forming swirling vortices.
His Gale Saber Technique had clearly advanced further. Without deliberate activation, he could already merge with the wind element.
"You should be proud. I am not underestimating you; I am fighting you with my strongest stance. I just don't know how many rounds you can withstand before you fall."
Fang Tong quickly completed the transformation of the entire battle stage into a botanical world, her anger subsiding slightly.
This was because Wang Wanjian had not interrupted her.
However, in her eyes, this was a foolish act, allowing an opponent to act with impunity was akin to courting death.
Lacking even the basic combat awareness to guard against future threats, such a person seemed unworthy of her full effort.
"You can't beat me. You'll be the one to fall in the end."
Wang Wanjian appeared exceptionally calm, his movements becoming erratic, as if he had already merged with the wind.
"Holy crap, is Wang Wanjian teasing his opponent? Isn't 'can't beat me' and 'fall in the end' some kind of suggestive talk? I thought I was good with my tongue, but it turns out there's always someone better, a mountain higher than another!"
Xuan Yang acted as if he was meeting Wang Wanjian for the first time. He had thought Wang Wanjian was merely a saber fanatic, with no room for women in his heart. He never expected him to be so smooth, able to tease girls so effectively.
"My dear Wang has always been such a pure child, and you've corrupted him. Instead of focusing on the match, you're toying with a girl like this, which sets a bad example!"
Song Wei Qian rolled her eyes and glared fiercely at Ji Mo.
She believed this was the 'girl-chasing' technique taught by Ji Mo.
What?
What does this have to do with me?
Ji Mo felt wronged. When had he ever corrupted Wang Wanjian?
He hadn't taught him anything.
He hadn't even taught him his saber techniques; it was only after his own joking remark, "With no woman in the heart, the saber naturally becomes divine," that Wang Wanjian had comprehended them on his own.
"Sir, you are truly something."
Xuan Yang's face was full of admiration. He rubbed his hands together and approached, tugging at Ji Mo's sleeve coquettishly, begging him to teach him a couple more divine techniques for wooing girls.
Ji Mo promptly kicked him away.
Honestly, being so intimate in public, what would people think? What if they misunderstood?
"Are you teasing me?"
Fang Tong hadn't found anything wrong with Wang Wanjian's words at first. However, upon hearing the discussions from many in the audience, her face instantly darkened.
She hailed from a noble, reclusive family, and no one had ever dared to disrespect her.
Now, this damned scoundrel was so audacious, openly teasing her?
"What?"
Wang Wanjian found it baffling. "You're overthinking it. How could I be interested in you?"
This was the truth, but Fang Tong found it extremely grating.
No interest in her? How could a man not be interested in her?
"Liar, you're lying!"
She was furious, and the surrounding plants swayed in unison, changing with her emotions.
The next moment.
Several thick vines surged from the ground, like striking snakes, intertwining and stabbing towards Wang Wanjian.
Wang Wanjian raised his willow-leaf saber and cleanly slashed down.
Instantly, a gale howled, and a whirlwind swept through, shredding the vines into pieces.
The light on Fang Tong's body flickered again, and more vines appeared. Simultaneously, countless leaves detached and flew out like sharp arrows.
The attacks were overwhelming, making evasion impossible.
Wang Wanjian was swift with his saber, delivering over a dozen strikes consecutively, severing numerous vines.
At the same time, several wind blades pierced through everything, striking towards Fang Tong.
Concurrently, he moved forward with the gale, his figure transforming into a streak of green light, following a wind blade as he rapidly approached Fang Tong.
His saber moved like lightning, directly slicing across her chest.
The saber's radiance was like a rainbow, shattering everything!
Fang Tong was struck and immediately split into two halves.
A gasp erupted from the audience. Had Fang Tong been killed just like that?
*Bang!*
Fang Tong's two severed "corpses" exploded, transforming into scattering blossoms.
Clearly, this was merely an illusion; she had already evaded it beforehand.
"Heh heh, within my domain, I can move my position rapidly. You'll never be able to hit me."
Fang Tong appeared where Wang Wanjian had been standing, executing a very impressive 'shapeshifting' maneuver.
"Gale, there is also a return path!"
Wang Wanjian's willow-leaf saber vibrated violently, and airflow permeated his body.
In an instant, he returned to his original spot, cleaving horizontally with his saber, the terrifying saber's radiance engulfing Fang Tong.
This was a saber technique divine ability he had comprehended, allowing him to instantly return to his starting point, equivalent to short-distance teleportation.
The only drawback was that he could only return to the initial point.
Fang Tong's face turned ashen. Before she could savor her triumph, she was taught a lesson by Wang Wanjian.
She vanished again, relocating to the edge of the battle stage, her face pale with lingering fear.
Moreover, her soft armor bore several cuts, revealing her fair skin.
This time, she finally dared not underestimate Wang Wanjian. If she had been a moment slower in her evasion, she might have been torn to shreds.
Did this guy have no concept of cherishing a woman, striking so ruthlessly?
"You bastard."
Fang Tong gritted her teeth. Caught off guard by a moment of carelessness, she realized her opponent was not simple. Such exquisite saber techniques had already threatened her safety.
"Leaf dance, shred!"
Fang Tong's body glowed brilliantly, her hands weaving intricate runes. The plants across the entire battle stage seemed to come alive, with grass and trees about to transform into weapons.
"Hey, you're showing too much!"
Wang Wanjian's voice rang out at the opportune moment, kindly reminding her.
Fang Tong's movements were quite large. Due to the holes in her soft armor, her fair skin was intermittently visible, a glimpse of spring.
"I don't need you to tell me."
Fang Tong was so angry her chest ached. She was about to unleash a powerful move, only to be interrupted by Wang Wanjian's remark.
However, it was just a bit of exposed skin, not any vital areas, so it wasn't a big deal.
"Perhaps you should cover yourself. As a young lady, it's best not to be so unrestrained."
Wang Wanjian offered a warm reminder, displaying gentlemanly conduct.
"Pfft!"
Fang Tong was so infuriated she nearly spat out blood.
What kind of person was this?
Who was being unrestrained?
You bastard, you're doing this on purpose, aren't you?
She couldn't tolerate being teased like this. Disregarding any need to cover herself, she launched an even more ferocious assault.