CHAPTER 41: CHAPTER 41: MISS, PLEASE SCOLD ME HARDER (SECOND UPDATE)

Zhuge Yuanlang hadn’t anticipated that an elite Disciple from their Single Sword Sect couldn’t even break through the opponent’s defense.

Did they really lose just like that? Truly unexpected.

However, Li Yi couldn’t be blamed for his lack of strength. After all, the opponent he encountered was his perfect counter. This opponent’s bizarre defensive Martial Arts were a nightmare for anyone at the same Realm.

This person... Invincible within the same Realm!

"Li Yi, you are not to blame for this battle!" Zhuge Yuanlang spoke to steady Li Yi’s resolve. "Train well, and in the future, you may not necessarily lose."

"Yes!" Li Yi regained his composure, clasped his fists toward Fearless Ning Caichen, and declared, "Next time we meet, I will win."

Watching the contest end so abruptly, Ning Caichen, still feeling unfulfilled, stepped back with a helpless sigh.

He hadn’t even made his move. He also knew the Twelve Road Tan Legs and had thought he could show them off. It seemed there was no chance now.

Having lost the first match, the atmosphere on the Single Sword Sect’s side instantly turned somber. Zhuge Yuanlang understood that losing the first match had naturally impacted their morale, so they had to win the second one. He had originally planned for Lin Shaojie to fight second, but it seemed changes were now needed. Mo Yao’s Swordsmanship was the most outstanding. If she fought second, the chances of winning were very high.

"Mo Yao, you take this match."

A hint of solemnity touched Zhuge Yuanlang’s brow. If the Single Sword Sect continued to lose, they would truly lose all face.

Had they been too careless? Where on earth did the Profound Yellow Sect recruit so many talented Disciples? Such Power was typically only found in Disciples of a Major Sect.

The Single Sword Sect wasn’t considered particularly strong; at best, they were famous within Fengxiang Prefecture. Yet, in the wider Jianghu, they were still inconsequential. Even their Sect Leader, Sun Tianhui, was hardly prominent in the Jianghu.

The Jianghu was so vast, truly hard to fathom.

Mo Yao, dressed in a purple robe, stepped forward with her Sword, her face brimming with confidence. Her Swordsmanship was guided by Sect Leader Sun Tianhui. She was a renowned figure among the younger generation of Fengxiang Prefecture, so she was full of confidence for this battle.

Seeing the other side send Mo Yao up, the Players grew excited.

"They’re actually letting the Young Lady fight! Flourishing Flowers, why don’t you just admit defeat?"

"If you dare to lay a finger on our Young Lady, we’ll definitely send you to Reincarnation once! Think it through carefully!"

"Young Lady, go for it! Beat up Flourishing Flowers!"

"Mo Yao, Mo Yao, may Flourishing Flowers wail in agony! Go, Young Lady Mo Yao, we’re all rooting for you!"

"..."

The atmosphere shifted abruptly.

The Profound Yellow Sect Disciples were, surprisingly, not supporting their own but were energetically cheering for Mo Yao. This scene left the Single Sword Sect Disciples dumbfounded.

What was going on? Were these people serious? It really felt like there was some internal conflict. Weren’t they acting like one big family just moments ago? Why the sudden hurling of abuse?

Mo Yao frowned slightly, equally puzzled.

Was this some kind of strategy of theirs? Trying to confuse her?

Zhuge Yuanlang frowned slightly, watching the Profound Yellow Sect Disciples with surprise. He could see that they were not joking but genuinely cheering for Mo Yao.

But why... Why would they do this? Not cheering for their own Sect members but instead for an outsider. What was their intention?

Even the resourceful Zhuge Yuanlang couldn’t make heads or tails of it.

Flourishing Flowers scowled at the Players and said, torn between amusement and exasperation, "Hey, hey, hey! You treacherous, heartless bastards! We’re supposed to be on the same side!"

"Beauty is justice! This time, we stand with the Young Lady."

"That’s right! If you dare touch the Young Lady, our whole group will show you that a Seventh-Grade Martial Artist is nothing special!"

"Go, Young Lady Mo Yao! Thrash Flourishing Flowers, and then give me an autograph!"

"Can we take a photo together? I want a picture with Young Lady Mo Yao!"

"..."

Their reactions made Flourishing Flowers panic.

If he actually fought this Mo Yao, win or lose, these Players would probably beat him to death, wouldn’t they? Damn it! A bunch of lunatics who’d choose a pretty girl over their own brothers-in-arms!

Mo Yao, like an iceberg, regarded Flourishing Flowers coolly and stated, "Make your move. My Swordsmanship techniques are killing blows from the outset. Be careful."

Hearing this, the Players got even more excited.

What an awesomely cool Young Lady! She’s the polar opposite of the Sect’s Blood Demoness. The Blood Demoness is enchantingly demonic. Mo Yao is cool and sharp. We love them both!

Flourishing Flowers, seeing the Players watching him like tigers eyeing their prey, coughed and said, "How about... you go first, Young Lady?"

He was genuinely scared.

These game Players are all Old Six. They either love backstabbing, prefer sneak attacks, or just gang up on outnumbered opponents. Although I, Flourishing Flowers, have some renown among the Players, facing these pervs, I’m naturally a bit flustered. Even though this Young Lady named Mo Yao is indeed good-looking and has a fine figure... touching her means death. The Players have been cooped up On the Mountain for so long they’re going stir-crazy. They act like they’d lick the Blood Demoness if they could. Unfortunately, the Blood Demoness ’belongs’ to the Sect Leader—this game setting made the Players completely give up on being simps. Now, this Mo Yao is also exceptionally beautiful, and their simp Bloodline has been thoroughly awakened!

Mo Yao was not affected by the Players. Seeing Flourishing Flowers let her make the first move, she unsheathed her Worn Sword without hesitation.

SHING!

The Long Sword was drawn, its blade quivering slightly. A breeze swept by, fluttering Mo Yao’s long hair.

This sight excited the Players even more.

"So beautiful! Game Designer, I love you! The Young Ladies in this game have truly captured my heart."

"Young Lady Mo Yao, don’t hold back! Quickly teach him a harsh lesson!"

"Me, me, I can take it too! Young Lady, forget the Sword; how about practicing with a whip? Please, I beg you!"

"Bro, your fetish... I like it!"

"..."

Hearing the Players’ comments, even Mo Yao, with her heart of ice, blushed faintly.

These people are simply too lewd! Don’t they know you can’t just say such things to a girl?

"Watch my Sword!" Mo Yao steadied herself, advancing with Sword in hand, her steps swift. The Sword in her hand danced, creating sharp, intricate flourishes.

Flourishing Flowers didn’t dare to be careless and quickly moved to block.

"You dare?!" someone suddenly shouted.

The shout startled Flourishing Flowers, causing him to hastily retract his move and retreat.

Can’t do it, definitely can’t. If I really fight back, these scheming bastards will absolutely kill me.

Helpless, Flourishing Flowers could only dodge repeatedly. Faced with Mo Yao’s sharp Swordsmanship, he could only rely on evasion to cope.

There’s no way to fight like this!

After he consecutively dodged several of Mo Yao’s moves, she too was somewhat shocked.

This person... is no simple character! A formidable opponent!

She knew how strong her Swordsmanship was. For him to dodge it so easily clearly meant he was no ordinary Seventh-Grade Martial Artist.

Little did she know, Flourishing Flowers didn’t dare to fight back. He feared not her, but the horde of menacing Players watching him intently from behind!