Su Xiaomei looked excited, eager to try.
However, she didn't act immediately. Her large eyes darted slightly, and she said, "Please!" before standing still.
For some reason, Shuofeng also chose not to make a move. Instead, he remained rooted to the spot, making no movement. Zhang Haobo watched the two suspiciously, unsure what they were up to.
After a long while, a hint of awkwardness appeared on Shuofeng's face. "Xiaomei, didn't you say you wanted to fight me? Why aren't you making a move?"
Su Xiaomei replied earnestly, "My elder brother often teaches me that when you're out, you should respect the elderly and cherish the young. Since you are so much older than me, I must let you make the first move before I counterattack!"
Shuofeng seemed taken aback by Su Xiaomei's words, freezing for a moment. He then said with a solemn expression, "I understand your intentions. However, I can barely be considered your elder, so of course, I should defer to my junior."
"You should still make the first move!"
"No, no, no, you first..."
"You first!"
Zhang Haobo's expression grew strange as he watched the bizarre scene of the two deferring to each other. Recalling how Shuofeng had repeatedly provoked Shen Yurou earlier and the hint of disappointment on his face when she showed no intention of fighting, Zhang Haobo couldn't help but feel a flicker of understanding.
"Alright, it seems you've figured it out, Xiaomei. The cultivation method I practice is a bit special." After a while, seeing that neither of them would budge, Shuofeng no longer concealed it. He admitted, "If I'm not attacked by others, I can't make the first move. So, please, Xiaomei, you go first!"
Su Xiaomei looked as if she had expected it, appearing somewhat smug. But immediately after, she became serious. A faint layer of crimson flames appeared on her body; she had instantly activated her Foundation Establishment Oddity, Spirit Ragefire.
The air twisted, and in an instant, Su Xiaomei vanished from her spot. At the same time, six identical figures appeared beside Shuofeng. All were in Su Xiaomei's likeness, but their facial expressions differed: joy, anger, grief, fear, contemplation, and worry. Along with these, the flames on their bodies displayed different colors.
The six clones surrounded Shuofeng, each employing close-combat moves: fist, palm, finger, leg, elbow, and shoulder. Flames of various hues swirled around them, about to strike Shuofeng.
"Flashy tricks!" Shuofeng's voice rang out at that moment. A white light flashed. It traced several zigzagging lines through the air. "Bang!"
No one knew what happened, but Su Xiaomei's six clones were all struck in an instant. They paused in mid-air for a moment, then burst with gusts of air, sent flying away at astonishing speed.
"Is that all..." Before Shuofeng could finish speaking, the six flying figures suddenly vanished. They reappeared beside Shuofeng. Moreover, their speed remained unchanged; only their direction had shifted to a charge towards him.
Another white light flashed into existence. The six figures were sent flying again. Their speed was even faster than before. But it was useless. Just a moment later, Su Xiaomei's figures returned, enveloped in seething flames, approaching Shuofeng at an even greater speed. An dazzling white light still met them. They were sent flying once more. The battle continued to cycle and repeat in this manner.
Su Xiaomei's clones attacked with increasing speed, and the white light from Shuofeng appeared with increasing frequency.
At this point, Zhang Haobo, who had been observing for a long time, finally noticed something. That white light was a sword—a wooden sword. Every time the white light appeared, it was the sudden appearance of the wooden sword. Shuofeng then gently tapped Su Xiaomei's body with the flat of the sword.
"That speed..." Zhang Haobo's heart trembled. Seeing Shuofeng's effortless demeanor, he clearly wasn't using his full strength. Even so, the power he displayed was terrifying. Zhang Haobo wondered to himself if he were in Su Xiaomei's place, he would likely be defeated within just a few moves.
"However, Xiaomei also seems to not be using her full strength..."
In the center of the battlefield, Shuofeng seemed to grow tired of this back-and-forth game. "Not bad. But this is the end!" His expression became stern, and this time, he used the sword's edge. The white light gleamed, instantly slashing across the six clones one after another. Innumerable silver lines burst forth from within the clones. In an instant, the clones were sliced into countless fragments. They scattered across the ground.
However, neither Zhang Haobo nor Shuofeng showed any change in expression.
"Hehehe!""Woohoo!""Ah!"
Various sounds emanated from the fragments. As if each possessed its own consciousness, they constantly writhed on the ground, drawing closer to each other. Moments later, they reassembled into six clones. After "resurrecting," their individual expressions seemed a bit more complex.
"Interesting," Shuofeng muttered, his expression finally growing more serious as he was besieged again. Six identical wooden swords instantly appeared around him. They moved to intercept Su Xiaomei's six clones. While blocking the clones, Shuofeng scanned his surroundings, seemingly searching for something.
A moment later, a smile appeared on his face. The next instant, Shuofeng appeared six zhang to his left, in a seemingly empty spot. Another wooden sword appeared in his hand, and he gently waved it forward. A hidden figure was suddenly forced out by Shuofeng.
However, the next second, the smile vanished from Shuofeng's face. This was because the hidden figure's face was filled with worry. It wasn't the main body, but the Worry clone!
With one sword stroke, he shattered the clone, then looked back at where the six clones had been. He saw Su Xiaomei's true self playfully wink at him.
Shuofeng's expression remained blank. He wielded the six wooden swords, instantly slicing the six bodies in half. "Where else can you escape to?" Shuofeng narrowed his eyes, looking at the fragments of the seven figures.
"Escape? I've been here all along." As if in response to his words, Su Xiaomei's voice rang out from behind Shuofeng. Her eyes turned crimson, and the fragments scattered across the battlefield suddenly vanished, returning to her main body. Six different expressions rapidly flickered across her face. Finally, her expression settled on anger.
Then, her aura surged, and her innate divine ability activated. The crimson in her eyes spread, dyeing her hair red. Eight times her strength suddenly burst forth. Su Xiaomei punched Shuofeng hard!
However...
A brilliance flowed across Shuofeng's blue cloth robe. He remained completely still. Only the corner of his robe fluttered slightly. Shuofeng's expression showed no change whatsoever. Only in his eyes, a sword shadow fleetingly appeared.
At that moment, Su Xiaomei sighed repeatedly. "I'm not fighting anymore! It's boring!"
Shuofeng's movement paused slightly. He turned his head to look back towards Shixishan, the direction they had come from. The heavens and earth seemed to brighten for a moment. A sword light shot towards the distance. "Boom!" As if it had struck something. A rumbling sound and faint groans could be heard. Watching a few peach blossoms slowly drift down in the distance, Shuofeng scoffed, closed his eyes, and sheathed his sword.
In the Heavenly Profound Mirror, Li Fan, who had witnessed the entire battle, couldn't help but praise, "Excellent swordsmanship!"
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