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Chapter One Hundred Sixty-Three Awakening, She Is Not
At the moment Sun Zhe grabbed the woman's wrist, everyone couldn't help but widen their eyes, unable to comprehend why Sun Zhe would act so abruptly. The Blue-Haired Woman was momentarily stunned, forgetting to resist, as dozens of eyes stared blankly at the scene before them, time seemingly frozen in that instant.
"Hmph!"
A cold snort came from the side, as the Purple-Clad Man was the first to react. His expression darkened instantly as he nodded slightly to the black-clad man beside him. The black-clad man immediately understood, a hint of brutality flashing across his face. He suddenly stepped forward with his right foot and vanished from his original spot.
When he reappeared, he was already between Sun Zhe and the Blue-Haired Woman, a cruel smile on his lips. The Black Crescent Blade in his hand flashed out in an instant, cutting through the air with a gleaming black light, aimed directly at Sun Zhe's wrist. However, Sun Zhe remained in a daze, completely unresponsive, and in an instant, it seemed like his hand would be severed by the blade!
"Kid, you’re seeking death!!!"
The faces of Takeda and others changed drastically. Pang Yiting was the first to react, transforming into a streak of Purple Radiance rushing forward. Takeda, while shouting, charged ahead with his Iron Rod. The two wielders of the Purple-Blue Twin Swords each unleashed a brilliant Sword Aura, sweeping towards the black-clad man. Zhao Ang and others were also furious and immediately used their fastest speed to rush over.
"Don't..."
Seeing Sun Zhe's sorrowful expression, the Blue-Haired Woman showed a pained look in her eyes and quickly called out to stop him.
"Sister, don’t worry about it; he brought this upon himself!"
The cold voice held no trace of emotion. The black-clad man paid no heed to the threats from the crowd. Looking at the furious expressions of Takeda and others, the cruelty in his eyes intensified as he accelerated his attack on Sun Zhe's wrist, the black light flashing swiftly.
Clang!
A crisp sound of metal clashing rang out as a Black Longsword suddenly appeared before Sun Zhe, perfectly blocking the descending blade. The two weapons collided and were both sent flying back, forcing the black-clad man to retreat from his position.
"Child, do you know what you are doing?"
The cold voice slowly emerged from the mouth of the man in black, who coldly gazed at Yan Ji standing in front of Sun Zhe. A hint of icy chill flashed in his eyes. He had witnessed the earlier conflict among several people and, according to his guess, Yan Ji and Sun Zhe should have been enemies. However, he did not expect Yan Ji to step in for Sun Zhe.
"What I do is none of your business, and don't call me 'child'!" With a pointed sword, Yan Ji's gaze suddenly erupted with a piercing coldness, and his entire aura surged instantly, as if he would explode in violence if the man in black dared to speak again.
It was unclear whether it was due to the intimidation of his aura, but the man in black surprisingly did not retort. Instead, as he looked at Yan Ji, a glimmer of excitement flickered in his expression.
"Brother Yan, thank you."
Standing beside Yan Ji, Shen Yan bit her lip and finally uttered a soft sentence. Ever since the last Inner Sect Competition, she had felt a sense of fear towards this extremely indifferent Brother Yan. However, seeing him step in to save Sun Zhe today made her suddenly change her perspective on him.
"No need to thank me; I just didn't want him to lose his hands before giving me something. Besides, I can't stand those who like to attack from behind... I didn't specifically save him." Glancing at Shen Yan without any change in expression, Yan Ji seemed to worry that she might misunderstand and added another sentence after a moment.
"Brother Sun, Brother Sun, wake up! Please wake up..." At this moment, everyone had gathered around Sun Zhe. Pang Yiting immediately shook Sun Zhe's body and called out desperately.
Meanwhile, the Purple-Blue Twin Swords and Takeda stood in front of Sun Zhe to prevent anyone else from launching a sneak attack.
However, Sun Zhe seemed dazed as he tightly grasped the wrist of the Blue-Haired Woman, repeatedly murmuring as if she were his only lifeline. Yet deep within where others could not see, there surged an unforgettable longing.
"Let go of me quickly."
Her delicate face had turned nearly completely red as the Blue-Haired Woman struggled to break free. A hint of anger also appeared in her bright eyes. Although she could tell that Sun Zhe was not the type of frivolous person, such behavior still made it difficult for her to accept.
"You better let go, or I will really chop off his hand!"
The White-Clad Woman stepped in front of the Blue-Haired Woman, her eyes flashing with unmistakable anger. She understood that the Blue-Haired Woman had a kind heart and initially couldn't bear to see Sun Zhe's right hand severed, but she had never endured such humiliation.
The White-Clad Woman's gaze toward Sun Zhe was filled with cold intensity. A sharp longsword appeared in her right hand in an instant; if Sun Zhe did not let go, she would truly strike.
"He just got a shock; he's not that kind of person!"
Kuangba immediately dashed out, positioning himself in front of Sun Zhe. Although he didn't know how to defend Sun Zhe, he believed that Sun Zhe was not that kind of person.
"Hmph, not that kind of person... The facts speak for themselves. Hasn't he gone too far? My junior sister should be treated so lightly by him? If you don't step aside, I'll kill you too..." The White-Clad Woman glared fiercely, and the longsword in her right hand actually swung into motion. This time, the Purple-Haired Woman also fell silent, clearly unable to tolerate Sun Zhe's disrespect any longer.
"Sun Zhe, wake the hell up!"
A slap landed hard on Sun Zhe's face, leaving a bright red imprint instantly. Zhao Ang poured all his strength into that slap, sending Sun Zhe crashing to the side of the Arena. Zhao Ang spun around twice before finally sitting down on the ground. Looking at his right hand, it was also bright red, indicating just how powerful that slap had been.
"Cough cough..."
A series of coughs erupted from Sun Zhe as his chest heaved. A glimmer of clarity returned to his dazed eyes as he slowly stood up, still staring blankly at the Purple-Haired Woman.
"If you dare take another step forward, I will make sure you bleed right here!"
Standing in front of the Purple-Haired Woman, her eyes icy as she looked at Sun Zhe, an unimaginable sharpness erupted from the White-Clad Woman's body. Gray whirlwinds immediately howled around her as she stood at the eye of the storm. Her astonishing aura enveloped the entire Hero's Tower.
Great Perfection of Thunder Lord!
The woman's cultivation had reached the terrifying realm of Great Perfection of Thunder Lord, just one step away from entering the coveted Realm of Thunder Lord. At that moment, everyone realized her formidable strength. Even Takeda and the Purple-Blue Twin Swords couple, who had long since entered the Realm of the Thunder Lord, slightly changed their expressions.
Gently wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Sun Zhe glanced at Zhao Ang sitting on the ground, a hint of gratitude flashing in his eyes as he softly spoke,
“Zhao Ang, thank you.”
“Hmph, just don’t embarrass This Young Master. Even if you want to forcefully take something, you should assess your own strength. Wait until you are stronger before trying to take it; why expose your intentions so early? Aren't you just making yourself a target? And when you are stronger in the future… uh, I’m just joking, I’m just joking…”
Hearing Sun Zhe’s words, Zhao Ang finally vented his pent-up anger but noticed that the White-Clad Woman was coldly staring at him. With only the cultivation of Realm of Thunder Sovereign, how could he withstand the pressure from Great Perfection of Thunder Lord? His face immediately changed, and without hesitation, he scrambled behind Takeda and the others.
Watching Zhao Ang’s reaction, a faint smile appeared on Sun Zhe’s somewhat pale lips as he slowly shifted his gaze. This time, he looked towards the Purple-Haired Woman, but his eyes had become calm, like a long-dormant dead sea that could no longer stir even a ripple.
The Purple-Haired Woman also regained her composure from earlier panic, quietly standing behind the White-Clad Woman, observing a seemingly completely different Sun Zhe. Confusion welled up in her dark eyes.
“Can you tell me your name?”
According to the wishes of the White-Clad Woman, Sun Zhe did not step forward but simply looked at the Purple-Haired Woman with calmness in his gaze, a hint of expectation flickering within.
“Hmph, a good-for-nothing scoundrel like you is not worthy to know my junior sister’s name. If it weren’t for being in this Daluo State, I would definitely make you pay!” A flash of disdain crossed the eyes of the White-Clad Woman, who spoke arrogantly. Upon hearing this, the moving lips of the Purple-Haired Woman came to a halt, ultimately saying nothing.
At that moment, however, Sun Zhe suddenly stepped forward. Under the watchful gaze of the White-Clad Woman, he resolutely took a step forward.
"You think I wouldn't dare to kill you?"
A few words squeezed out from between her teeth, and the White-Clad Woman's eyes suddenly flashed with unbearable coldness, her longsword stirring up a gray storm.
But Sun Zhe seemed oblivious.
"I apologize for the offense earlier, it was my fault for intruding upon you. If you are still angry, feel free to sever my right hand to clear your name!" Sun Zhe said, staring intently at the Purple-Haired Woman, his words deliberate and forceful.
The abrupt statement echoed, leaving everyone staring at Sun Zhe like fools. Even the White-Clad Woman, who was ready to strike, stood frozen in place, seemingly confused by Sun Zhe's actions.
"Sun Zhezi, you can't be serious..."
Zhao Ang gently nudged Sun Zhe, only to find him completely unmoving, his gaze fixed without a hint of distraction on the Purple-Haired Woman.
The Purple-Haired Woman also quietly observed Sun Zhe, her lively eyes sparkling with a strange light. From those dark eyes, she seemed to glimpse a scene: in a distant place, before a solitary grave, a lonely figure gazed into the distance, but that longing gaze was not directed at her.
Sun Zhe had awakened to the truth; the woman before him was not Qiu Ruo!
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