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Stelle first nodded toward Yunli, then called out to March 7th, "Hey, March! You better not push yourself too hard!"
Although this was only a sparring match, March 7th had only just obtained her power—who knew how well she controlled it? If she really went all out, who could guarantee nothing would go wrong?
Without even thinking about the step Stelle offered her, March 7th lifted both hands, waved them toward herself, and shouted, "It's okay, bring it on!"
With that, she set one hand on her waist, slowly curled the other into a fist, striking a pose to show off her arm muscles.
March 7th's smile was bright and confident, her white teeth flashing faintly in the sunlight as she declared, "The current me is already incredibly powerful!"
"Alright, then let's begin."
Stelle, for once, grew serious. She swept her hand and summoned her flaming lance, burning with blistering heat.
Then she fully unleashed the power of an Emanator.
To protect all sides and avoid any unfortunate accidents, she had to be entirely on guard.
"Tsk. Though Miss March, as a disciple, has achieved such an impressive accomplishment, a master should feel proud… but being outdone this easily really is a little embarrassing. Looks like Miss March needs some setback education."
Yanqing, although raised under Jing Yuan and possessing far more composure than others—
A boy who had aimed for the title of Sword Champion since childhood—how could he not be competitive?
In this moment, even he wished to indulge himself once, letting all of his youthful heroism explode outward.
"She's clearly just a kid, but she talks like some thousand-year-old grandpa."
Yunli curled her lip, then hopped down to the ground, grabbing Old Mettle as she barked, "Less nonsense. Let Little March understand that the gap in swordsmanship isn't something brute force alone can bridge!"
She stepped forward, and swirling radiant flames burst from her body—this was the foundation she had cultivated over many years. Her Path power erupted in full, merging with the vast force from Avalon within Old Mettle.
The terrifying pressure made the ground beneath her tremble.
This strike was something she normally never had the chance to use—its extended charging time was equivalent to waiting for death on a battlefield.
But right now was the perfect moment for unleashing this terrifying sword technique!
"Hah… Little March, this isn't just for my dignity as your master—this is also to show you just how massive an impact sword technique has on one's combat strength!"
Yanqing rode upon a flying sword high in the air.
Four flying blades unfurled behind him like wings of light. Borrowing the stored energy within them for himself, he gained overwhelming explosive power.
He let one hand slide from the hilt across the blade to its sharp tip. As his palm glided, a brilliant azure glow spread gradually across the sword, mingled faintly with shifting prismatic radiance.
It was the supreme strike he had comprehended from the Sword Champion of the previous generation, Jingliu—Florephemeral Dreamflux!
One red, one blue—two vortices of power formed terrible storms, one in the sky and one on the ground.
Any powerful figure of the galaxy seeing this from afar would never believe these were two children sparring with their disciple—
They would absolutely believe two Emanators were putting their lives on the line!
Stelle's expression twisted with regret.
Oh no… they're not aiming at March—they're aiming at me! If March loses, am I supposed to tank that?!
Even someone as scatterbrained as her felt a cold sweat down her spine.
She glanced at Yanqing and Yunli, hesitating. If I stop them now, will they cough blood and die from the forced interruption?
With no solution, she turned toward March 7th again.
March, you'd better pull through at a time like this!
March 7th raised a hand above her eyes to block the sun, observing the distant storm as she swallowed nervously.
So this was the difference in sword technique?
Her two masters' Path power was already formidable, and paired with the top-tier sword schools of the Xianzhou, the force they produced far outstripped her own raw Path power output.
No way… Are my two masters seriously going to blast me with their ultimate moves?
All I did was quote a few manga protagonist lines…
She smiled silently.
Looks like next time… I should really watch my mouth.
Still, she hadn't run her mouth purely on impulse.
She closed her eyes for two seconds, took a deep breath, and when she opened them again, her gaze was razor sharp.
Lifting her twin greatswords, she began strolling toward the center of the battlefield with a casual, almost leisurely grace.
With each step, her pressure climbed. With each breath, her power rose.
Before her, barren wasteland stretched. Behind her, frost rose and hardened into towering slabs of ice, while impenetrable clouds snuffed out the last traces of sunset.
Her memories had not returned despite the super lollipop's effect, but her strength had not weakened even a fraction.
Guided purely by intuition, she used a technique she could not even name. And with effortless ease, the entire barrier filled with her Path power.
Masters… please forgive me!
March 7th might not have mastered her skills, but in this round… her two masters likely couldn't win!
By the time she stepped onto the center axis of the battlefield, Yanqing and Yunli had finished gathering power.
"Fleeting light, roaring flood!!" Yanqing thrust forward the Massacre Ruler hovering beside his head, the massive blue blade-light shooting toward March 7th like a soaring dragon!
Yunli stomped barefoot, the earth trembling in every direction. Old Mettle rose high above her head, and a colossal sword shadow descended from the heavens like a collapsing mountain or a falling star!
"I'll melt you down!"
Two sets of sword techniques cast enormous shadows over March 7th. Against the overwhelming flood of swordlight, her slight figure looked impossibly small and helpless.
Stelle gripped her flaming lance, ready to charge in.
At this point, there was no other way—she had to go in even if it killed her!
March, are you seriously able to handle this?!
"It's time to show my true swordsmanship." Facing the incoming ultimate attacks, March 7th showed not a hint of panic. Instead, her face was relaxed and even faintly amused.
Joking lightly, she recited the mantra she used during practice: "Azure Dragon left, White Tiger right, and eat fewer carbohydrates."
Hearing that, Stelle felt her heart plunge into icy despair.
We're doomed. At a time like this, she's thinking about food?!
Complaints filled her mind, and not just her mind—her whole body felt cold.
Watching Yanqing and Yunli attacking without restraint, she felt like she was halfway buried in the ground already.
"March, you—"
Before she could finish, March 7th's expression tightened. She leapt forward, swinging her two massive greatswords—larger than her own frame—charging head-on into the incoming swordlight.
No defense—attack met with attack!
She let out a crisp cry: "As peach blossoms fall, and shadows fly—Go forth my divine sword!"
And the young heroine collided with the torrents of swordlight.