radicalducati Chapter 65: Admitting Defeat
Chapter 65: Admitting Defeat
Upon hearing this, Little Dragon Girl nodded and said:
"good!"
After saying that, he picked up his sword and went up.
Although Xiaolongnu is now in her twenties, her skin is exceptionally fair and delicate because she grew up in the Ancient Tomb.
Furthermore, his cultivation of the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra has resulted in refined internal energy and a pure and simple nature, making him appear even younger than Yang Guo.
She was like a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl.
Dressed in white, she looked like a celestial being, ethereal and otherworldly.
The crowd was stunned by what they saw. They thought that Nadarba was incredibly strong and even stronger than Huodu. Why did this young hero who suddenly appeared send such a delicate girl up?
Even Darba was somewhat stunned, standing there frozen without making a move.
Little Dragon Girl stood with her sword in hand and said calmly:
"Make your move! I'll give you three moves first. After that, if I make my move, you'll have no chance."
Seeing the white-clad girl so arrogant from behind, the Golden Wheel Dharma King immediately shouted:
"Dalba, show no mercy, defeat her quickly!"
Upon hearing his master's command, Darba immediately obeyed and swung his golden pestle at Xiaolongnu.
Little Dragon Girl leaped and dodged, graceful as a fairy.
Darba swung his arms for a long time, but he couldn't even touch the hem of Xiaolongnu's clothes.
The crowd watched in amazement, thinking that this young girl, despite her young age, seemed even more formidable than Yang Guo from before.
You really can't judge a book by its cover.
Darba couldn't hit Little Dragon Girl, so he naturally cried out in frustration.
Just then, Little Dragon Girl suddenly said calmly:
"Three moves have passed; now it's my turn."
After saying that, he instantly attacked Darba with his twin swords.
Darba felt that the opponent's twin swords were relentless and unavoidable. Before he knew it, he was hit by one of the swords, and the golden pestle fell from his hand.
Before he could react again, Xiaolongnu's sword was already at his neck.
"I lost!"
Darba looked dejected, not expecting his opponent's martial arts to be so much stronger than his own. He had already been defeated after just one move.
Upon seeing this, Xiaolongnu immediately sheathed her sword and quietly walked back to Qian Jin's side.
Huang Rong watched as Xiaolongnu easily defeated Darba, and then remained completely calm, as if she had done something insignificant. Huang Rong was horrified.
She had thought the other party was a bit arrogant, but after witnessing Xiaolongnu's swordsmanship, she knew that the other party wasn't arrogant, but truly skilled.
Based on her exquisite swordsmanship alone, there are probably very few people in the martial arts world who can defeat her.
Could this girl in white also be that young hero's apprentice?
But why is her martial arts completely different from Yang Guo's?
As Huang Rong pondered, Qian Jin returned to the arena and said:
"Golden Wheel Dharma King, now that both of your disciples have been defeated by my disciples, what else do you have to say?"
Upon hearing this, the Golden Wheel Dharma King snorted coldly and said:
"Hmph, you Central Plains people are full of tricks. Just because you say they are your disciples, does that mean they are your disciples?"
"Unless you can also defeat this old monk, I will not acknowledge you as the leader of the martial arts world."
Upon hearing this, Qian Jin smiled and said:
"I knew you barbarians would cheat, but since you refuse to submit, I'll beat you until you do."
"Use whatever means you have!"
The Golden Wheel Monk was surprised that Qian Jin agreed to his request so easily, and he immediately became wary.
He wondered if this young man, despite his young age, might actually possess some extraordinary skill.
After all, even he was quite wary of the sword techniques that the girl in white had used to defeat Darba, and he couldn't think of a way to counter them for the time being.
If this young man is truly the white-clad girl's master, his swordsmanship is probably even more formidable than hers.
That would be difficult.
The Golden Wheel Monk thought for a moment, then said:
"I, the Golden Wheel Monk, never fight with nameless individuals. Since you wish to compete with me for the title of Martial Arts Alliance Leader, I wonder how you should address me?"
Upon hearing this, Qian Jin said:
"Of course, my name is Qian Jin, you'd better remember that."
"So it's Young Master Qian. This old monk calls himself the Golden Wheel Monk, and I use this golden wheel as my weapon. May I ask what kind of weapon Young Master Qian intends to wield?"
"Weapons? Do I need weapons to deal with a monk like you? I can defeat you even empty-handed."
Upon hearing this, the Golden Wheel Monk was overjoyed. He had said so much because he was wary of Qian Jin's swordsmanship, which was even more powerful than that of Little Dragon Girl.
Hearing that the other party was not using weapons, he immediately declared loudly:
"Very well! Since Young Master Qian is so confident, then this old monk will not stand on ceremony."
After saying that, he unleashed his golden wheel and attacked Qian.
Upon seeing this, Qian Jin pointed directly, and a powerful burst of energy shot out, aiming straight for the vital points of the Golden Wheel Monk.
The Golden Wheel Dharma King dared not be careless and quickly returned to the Golden Wheel to defend himself.
boom!
With a muffled thud, the Golden Wheel Monk was forcefully repelled, and at the same time, he was extremely shocked. The power of the opponent's finger strike was something he had never seen before in his life.
Before he could recover, Qian Jin's second finger was already there. The Golden Wheel Monk had no choice but to take the blow with his golden wheel once again.
boom!
After being repelled once again, the Golden Wheel Monk felt his tiger's mouth go numb. When Qian Jin's third finger came, he dared not continue to take the blow head-on and could only leap to dodge, looking extremely disheveled.
Thus, the Golden Wheel Monk, wielding his golden wheel, fought Qian Jin for several rounds, but he couldn't even get close enough to attack, let alone make a move.
He could only be beaten by Qian Jin and had to dodge everywhere, completely powerless to fight back.
The onlookers were stunned to see that the Golden Wheel Monk was so ineffective.
Huang Rong walked to Guo Jing's side and whispered:
"Brother Jing, wasn't this young hero Qian supposed to be a disciple of Quanzhen Sect? How come he also knows Master Yideng's signature technique?"
Guo Jing was also bewildered upon hearing this, and said:
"All I know is that he is Zhou Botong's disciple. As for the One-Finger Divine Skill, this is the first time I have ever seen it."
Moreover, even the Golden Wheel Monk wouldn't dare to directly confront his One-Finger Divine Skill; even if Master Yideng himself were to arrive, he probably wouldn't be able to match it!
Huang Rong was greatly surprised upon hearing this and said:
"Brother Jing, do you mean that his One-Finger Divine Skill is already comparable to Master Yideng's?"
"Then his martial arts skills are already on par with yours?"
Guo Jing shook his head upon hearing this and said:
"Young Master Qian's martial arts skills are deeply inherited from Brother Zhou, and now with the addition of this One-Finger Divine Skill, I'm afraid I'm no longer his match."
Huang Rong smiled upon hearing this:
"Brother Jing, his One-Finger Divine Skill is indeed powerful, but aren't your Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms and Nine Yin Manual powerful too?"
So if we were to actually compete, it's hard to say who would win. I think you're evenly matched at best, and neither of you could defeat the other.
As the two were talking, the Golden Wheel Monk, who had been constantly being beaten and forced to flee by Qian Jin, finally could not bear it any longer and immediately shouted:
"Stop, stop, stop! Don't fight anymore, I surrender."