Feng Tongtong drew her long sword with lightning speed, channeling the spiritual energy within her, and rushed towards Feng Ninghe.
She poured all her might into this sword strike, aiming for a swift kill.
With this sword, the secret of five years ago would be buried forever.
No one would ever know what truly happened five years ago.
The Feng family elders below the stage were shocked.
They could tell that Feng Tongtong had used all her strength in this strike, showing no mercy.
Hadn't they agreed to let Feng Ninghe win?
Why was she now aiming for a fatal blow?
"This is bad! If Feng Ninghe doesn't surrender in time, this sword will fall, and even if she doesn't die, she'll spend the rest of her life in bed."
The Great Elder was anxious.
He wished he could rush onto the stage and stop this absurd competition.
But the Hundred Battles competition had rules; no one could interfere unless a participant surrendered.
"It's over, it's over."
The Second Elder's palms were sweating with worry. "The pills that this girl gave me last time were incredibly effective. I was planning to ask her for a couple more. If something happens to her, where will I get my pills?"
The other two elders were equally anxious.
If Feng Ninghe were to suffer any harm, they would lose the support of the Immortal Xu. It would be impossible to even think about asking the Medicine Valley for some pills in the future.
This would be an irreversible loss for the entire Feng family.
The anticipation in the eyes of Madam Zhang and Feng Guangyao was glaring.
They were both hoping for Feng Ninghe's death.
All their troubles were caused by Feng Ninghe. If she died, everyone would be happy and continue to live in peace.
The others below the stage harbored their own thoughts.
"That person who bet a million spirit stones on Feng Ninghe is simply foolish. My spirit stones will be returned to me with interest this time."
"Indeed, Feng Tongtong's cultivation is already considered top-tier among these juniors. If Feng Ninghe surrenders now, it's still not too late, and she won't suffer any serious injuries."
The cultivators chattered amongst themselves.
The competition hadn't even truly begun, yet everyone already knew the outcome.
Therefore, many had bet their entire fortunes on Feng Ninghe losing, just to earn back their capital with interest.
"It seems I won't have a chance to face Feng Ninghe, as she can't even withstand a single strike from Feng Tongtong and will be shamefully kicked off the stage."
Ning Peilan looked at the scene on stage with disdain, her head held high, filled with contempt.
Ning Ting remained silent, his gaze fixed on the two figures on the stage.
In the seating area.
Su Xian turned her head to look at Sixth Master beside her. "Sixth Master, it seems our one hundred thousand spirit stones are lost."
Sixth Master's expression remained unchanged. He gently fanned himself with his bone fan, his eyes locked on Feng Ninghe.
Just as A Xi was wiping away tears, silently bidding farewell to her lost silver, Feng Ninghe on the stage moved.
Her figure was so fast that her movements were indistinguishable.
Feng Tongtong's full-power sword strike was about to land on Feng Ninghe, but it ended up missing.
"What... what is going on?"
Feng Tongtong stood frozen, sword in hand, bewildered.
Even though Feng Ninghe had vanished before her eyes, she hadn't seen her movements clearly.
The noisy arena fell silent in an instant.
It was so quiet that the drop of a needle could be heard.
At this moment, a leisurely female voice sounded from behind her.
"I'm behind you."
Feng Ninghe, as if she hadn't moved, stood gracefully in place.
Feng Tongtong turned around in disbelief, staring at the face before her with incredulity. "Feng Ninghe, you actually dodged it?"
Wasn't this woman a cripple who couldn't cultivate?
How could she have so nimbly dodged her strike just now?
After a moment, she composed herself and swung her sword fiercely at Feng Ninghe again.
This time, she didn't get close to Feng Ninghe but unleashed countless sword energies.
Even sword energy, if it touched Feng Ninghe, would instantly kill that wretched woman.
Feng Ninghe shifted her feet slightly, easily dodging them.
These sword energies couldn't even scratch Feng Ninghe.
Feng Tongtong rubbed her eyes as if afraid she was mistaken, staring at the relaxed figure before her.
After confirming it was indeed Feng Ninghe, she couldn't hide her astonishment, her voice rising noticeably. "Feng Ninghe, aren't you a cripple who can't cultivate? How did you dodge these two moves?"
Feng Ninghe didn't answer the question. She lowered her gaze, her long eyelashes casting a shadow, and spoke with icy words. "Feng Tongtong, I told you, it's your bad luck to face me."
She flicked her sleeve, and a streak of light fiercely struck Feng Tongtong.
The light was so fast that Feng Tongtong had no chance to counter. She was sent flying like a kite with a broken string.
"Pfft!"
Feng Tongtong crashed heavily onto the ground, her limbs aching as if they were falling apart. A mouthful of bright red blood spurted out.
Even at this point, Feng Tongtong couldn't believe what she was seeing.
This wretched cripple, wasn't she unable to cultivate? How was her strength so great?
"Feng Ninghe... cough cough... what sorcery did you use!"
Feng Tongtong was incredulous.
She was a proud daughter of heaven, and although her talent wasn't comparable to the second young lady of the Feng family, she was still far superior to ordinary people.
And yet, she was sent flying by Feng Ninghe's palm.
What trick was this wretched woman playing?
Feng Ninghe didn't respond. She bent down and picked up Feng Tongtong's long sword, playing with it in her hand.
"Do you really think you could move me? You're not even worthy of me drawing my sword. How about I use your own sword against you?"
She raised her eyes, her gaze as cold as frost, exuding a wild, chilling aura. Her elegant posture projected an extreme, icy detachment.
A massive pressure descended, rendering Feng Tongtong immobile.
"I didn't fall off the cliff and die back then; I was plotted against by you and nearly killed. This sword is to repay you for harming your kin."
As she spoke, she raised a finger, channeling spiritual energy to control the sword and strike Feng Tongtong's shoulder fiercely.
With the sword strike, another mouthful of bright red blood spurted from Feng Tongtong's mouth, her delicate face turning ashen.
Feng Tongtong lay on the ground in a pathetic state, struggling to move her limbs that felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.
At this moment, Feng Tongtong sensed the presence of death.
Feng Ninghe was truly going to kill her!
No, she couldn't just sit and wait to die!
Feng Ninghe's gaze looked down, and the coldness hidden in her eyes flashed.
"I also need to repay you and your good second sister for throwing me to the wolves and falsely accusing me of fornication with a servant."
As she spoke, she again controlled the sword and stabbed fiercely at Feng Tongtong.
Feng Tongtong quickly popped a pill into her mouth, her cultivation forcibly increasing by one level.
A torrent of spiritual energy surged into Feng Tongtong. Despite her injuries, with the increase in cultivation, she felt invigorated.
In an instant, her cultivation level rose from the early stage of Kai Guang to the middle stage of Kai Guang, allowing her to dodge Feng Ninghe's sword.
Facing Feng Tongtong's sudden surge in cultivation, Feng Ninghe raised a delicate eyebrow, and the thin red line of her lips curved into a slight arc. "Oh, you took a forbidden drug?"