Chapter 5 (1/2)

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Feng Tianlan was sure to lose, and her engagement to the Third Prince would be annulled. Very soon, Feng Xiuyu would be the princess consort!

Feng Tianlan stood on top of the battle ring with both hands behind her. Her clothes fluttered in the wind as she coldly narrowed her stunning eyes. Between her eyebrows, a ruler’s pressure overflowed. “Fight!”

This engagement could not be dissolved that easily. There was no point in trying to be assertive with words!

“Feng Tianlan, I’ll stay put and give myself a handicap of three moves. Don’t say that I’m bullying the weak,” taunted Feng Xiuyu with a tone laced with contempt. She believed that, even if she remained in the same position throughout the entire challenge, Feng Tianlan could never touch even a single strand of her hair.

Ha! Feng Tianlan let out a light laugh, and her figure swept out into the ring like a phantom. Pa! The soft red whip tore through the void and attacked Feng Xiuyu like a lightning bolt. Since she’d given her an advantage and decided to belittle her opponent, Feng Tianlan didn’t mind teaching her a painful lesson.

Feng Xiuyu’s gaze fell on the weapon’s shadow. She harrumphed disdainfully and raised her hand, and nimbly caught the soft whip coming toward her. She looked at Feng Tianlan and mocked, “One move!”

“Looking at her speed, I thought she’d counterattack. But it seems that she’s still the worthless trash we’ve always known. A battle with no surprises is boring.”

“There’s no way that a Sixth-level Gathering Spirit can defeat a First-stage Spiritualist.”

“Even if Feng Xiuyu stands there without budging for a whole day, Feng Tianlan will definitely still lose. Feng Xiuyu could even give her a head start of one hundred moves.”

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Just as the crowd was discussing among themselves, they heard a sarcastic, cold scoff that was especially grinding on their ears. They couldn’t help but look up at Feng Tianlan. How dare this woman ridicule them so blatantly when she’s doomed to lose?

However, before anyone could call her brazen, the soft red whip began to glow with a red light. Feng Tianlan flipped her wrist and sent the soft whip rippling like a snake. Feng Xiuyu, still holding onto the end of the soft whip, suddenly felt a scorching burn on her palm.

“Ah!” she screamed and let go.

Her white, tender palm was seared red from the heat and began to blister. During the split-second when she was checking her palm, she sensed a heatwave pressing near. She looked up and saw a fire dragon coming for her!