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After the match, Li Yunqing and the others went to the four large screens. A Taoist priest stood on a small platform.
"Everyone, once these competitors finish, the morning's matches will conclude. We will provide lunch at noon, but if you prefer, you can go down the mountain to eat. The afternoon matches will start at two o'clock, so please be mindful of the time if you are competing later," the Taoist priest said before leaving.
In the venue, many onlookers were still watching the four large screens. Of course, some had gone to eat or were busy with other activities.
"Let’s go back and have lunch before returning," someone suggested.
"Alright."
After finishing lunch, they returned to the venue, and it was almost two o'clock. The place was already packed with spectators. The Taoist priest arrived just in time to make a few remarks before announcing the start of the morning matches.
In the afternoon, there would be eight matches; Shinobu Kocho would compete in the first four, while Kanao Tsuyuri would take part in the last four.
As Li Yunqing followed Shinobu Kocho to the competition area, he glanced back at an ordinary-looking person. He simply smiled and said nothing as he continued toward the venue.
The ordinary-looking person watched Li Yunqing's departing figure in silence. Though he appeared calm on the surface, his heart was already in turmoil.
What did that sudden glance from Yunqing Sect mean? Did I not disguise myself? He took out a mirror to check his appearance after using his disguise technique. Could he see through it? How is that possible!
My Disguise Technique is so effective that even the Old Celestial Master couldn't see through it.
A gust of wind blew by, sending a chill down his back. He touched his spine, realizing it was already damp with sweat.
Looking around in a state of mild panic, he contemplated his options but ultimately decided not to inform Quan Xing. The attack on Longhu Mountain was an order from the sect leader, and even if he were exposed, he would see it through to completion. Therefore, whether he spoke or remained silent made little difference.
Meanwhile, at the venue, Shinobu Kocho was waiting below for her opponent to arrive. Li Yunqing and the others watched from the audience seats.
Finally, her opponent appeared. The competition was about to begin! With a command from the Taoist priest, Shinobu Kocho vanished from her original spot.
Clang!
When she looked up again, Shinobu Kocho had already positioned herself where her opponent had just stood. Her adversary now radiated a dark sheen as he assumed a defensive stance. The ground bore two marks where he had been forced back.
Iron Shirt?
Though Shinobu Kocho was somewhat surprised that her opponent could withstand her strike, she wasn't overly shocked. After all, anyone would gather information about their opponent unless they were completely confident in their own abilities.
Her opponent clearly had years of experience training in martial arts; he likely won his last match by sheer endurance. He was a man with a buzz cut who looked up at Shinobu Kocho with a serious expression.
Although he had blocked her attack, the immense force still impacted his body, leaving his insides feeling uncomfortable and rendering his arms numb from absorbing the blow.
Insect Breathing: Butterfly Dance Tease!
What had started as a simple thrust transformed now that Shinobu Kocho had activated her Breathing Technique.
The opponent of Shinobu Kocho felt a blur in his vision, and suddenly, Shinobu Kocho appeared all around him. Along with this, a wave of pain surged through his entire body.
In less than a second, Iron Shirt collapsed completely.
As Iron Shirt fell, Shinobu Kocho ceased her attacks. The man was now a bloody mess.
The Taoist priest hurried down to check on him and discovered that he only had some superficial wounds.
Victory belonged to Shinobu Kocho!
The entire match lasted a mere ten seconds, yet the spectators in the audience were left in stunned silence.
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