The girl's eye twitched. She had never t soone who was so strong before. Since she wished to beco very strong, she had to take challenges head on without looking back. She raised her fists and took a step toward i Ling.
i Ling saw that her opponent was ready and took a step forward herself with her fist raised and used her small bit of montum to lunge forward, throwing her punch out. Her action had caught the girl off guard, making it, so all she could do was raise her arms in front of her face to block the punch. It was as if the little fist had turned into a mountain in an instant.
i Ling's punch landed hard, causing the girl to grunt in pain as she slid back. But i Ling was not going to give her ti to recover. Punch after punch of little fists rained down on to the girl's body. She knew that if she had not cultivated her body to its current state, she would have already had many broken bones. Right now, the girl was experiencing what it ant to be beaten without any way of retaliating. And she already knew that the little girl she was fighting was holding back as well. Because although her little fists hurt and were leaving bruises, they were not threatening her life. Each one of i Ling's punches were aid at spots that could be easily healed.
But even so, even while she was getting beaten, the girl was using this to analyze her own fight to figure out what she could have done differently. Even as she coughed up blood from a tooth that was knocked out, she was still trying to better herself. In a way, she was thankful for this beating because she found a major flaw in her path of cultivation. Without a sword, she was extrely weak!
"I give up!" After being beaten for almost five minutes, she finally gave in. Her face was black and blue and swollen to the point that even her own mother would not recognize her, but she still stood up and firmly bowed to i Ling. "Thank you for the fight!"
"Yes, thank you!" i Ling smiled before taking out a small porcelain bottle. "Use these. They will heal your wounds. And Sorry…."
The girl stared at i Ling for a mont before forcing a smile on her battered face. She then reached out and hugged Mie Ling. "You are definitely a sweet and gentle girl."
i Ling was surprised to be suddenly hugged. She watched as the girl walked away from her with a bit of hop in her step. "Did I just make a friend?" i Ling was confused. She had not expected to make friends with the girl she had just beat up. She figured the girl would dislike her or maybe ever want revenge on her but instead, she was hugged and told she was sweet and gentle.
"Yay! Little Miss won!" Soone suddenly yelled out in the spectator stands.
"Little Miss, be my daughter!" As these words were said, a shadow suddenly appeared in front of the man, and before he could react, his entire body was slamd to the ground.
"Yeah, be my daughter, Little Miss! Ooofff!" Another black shadow appeared out of nowhere, slamming that person to the ground as well.
"Hell, she can be my little wif…. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!" The black shadow once more appeared, sending the man who spoke up flying into the sky.
Up in the sect master seats, Kana dusted her hands off as she leaned back and snorted: "Dare say such things about my daughter! I know she is cute and lovable, but she is my daughter!"
Creige chuckled as she put his arm around his cute dragon wife and pulled her close. Kana smiled as she adjusted her position so she could snuggle into his embrace. Her Handso Husband was so warm and comfy.
The other matches continued, and fight after fight took place on the battle stage, but not many found the fights to be very interesting. Most people had only taken notice of Kana's daughters, Ako, and her grandkids. This was because they were showing such great talent, were entertaining, and were also very good looking. Even Tim had caught the eyes of the young won in the crowd.
But before Tim and Sara could go up, it was now Bell's turn. Bell walked up on stage with her sword already drawn and stood there looking at the young man across from her. The young man blushed as he looked at Bell. He adjusted his robes and hair before stepping forward and yelling out: "If you are willing, please beco my woman", in a very loud yet squeaky voice due to his nervousness.
Bell frowned as she looked at the young man. She sighed as she answered: "If you can beat up my lover, then you can ask again but….. Just to let you know, he is more powerful than the sect masters sitting around my Mama, so work hard!"
The young man instantly lowered his head. He was not offended at all by her reply. He had figured such a beautiful girl would reject him but to think she already had a lover. But he still had to try. He was soone who would always give it a shot, but now this made over one hundred and seventy two girls that had asked out and also an outstanding one hundred and eighty five that rejected him, thirteen of which were rejections before he even had a chance to ask the person out.
Old Wen, who overheard all of it, wrinkled brow twitched. He wondered when the Dragon Festival beca a pickup party. Not wanting to let the young man try anything else, he quickly started the fight. "Let the battle begin!"
Bell did not even hesitate to draw her sword and charge forward. She wanted to end this battle quickly so she could watch her son and daughter fight.
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