Chapter 307: The Demon Lord Princess's Slacking Daily Life Chapter 307 Twenty-Eight

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Protagonist:

Yan Qianqian

Twenty-Seven's reaction was equally swift; he merely tilted his head, easily dodging Qianqian's heavy, powerful punch.

However, Qianqian's attack did not end there. The instant Twenty-Seven dodged the fist, she followed through with a sweep kick, whirling like a cyclone toward Twenty-Seven's lower body.

Twenty-Seven, in a jaw-dropping posture, tilted his head, his body twisting in an eerie contortion, and actually cleverly evaded his opponent's attack. This scene even made Qianqian across from him widen her eyes, secretly marvel in her heart, and nearly blurt out a couple of words of praise.

In the next twenty-odd exchanges, Twenty-Seven maintained this agile and bizarre evasion method throughout; every time he accurately dodged the opponent's attack, and he was not struck once. This gave Qianqian a deeper understanding of his strength.

Seeing the opponent's attacks growing fiercer and fiercer, Twenty-Seven's responses became somewhat strained, yet he still gritted his teeth and stubbornly held on. Just then, Qianqian suddenly picked up the whip in her hand; that whip seemed to come alive in her grasp, whirling rapidly, trailing afterimages.

However, facing such fierce whip technique, Twenty-Seven, though appearing somewhat hard-pressed, was not struck by the whip a single time. Time passed minute by second; not even half a stick of incense had elapsed when Qianqian suddenly withdrew her hand, stopping her attack.

"Alright, you passed." Qianqian's voice came calmly.

Hearing this, Twenty-Seven felt a surge of wild joy in his heart; although by now he was already drenched in sweat and panting heavily, he still hurriedly said: "Many thanks, Master!"

A happy smile emerged on his face; that mouthful of little white teeth appeared exceptionally dazzling in the sunlight, making one feel he was actually quite a gentle person, completely unable to associate him with that killer Anqi.

Qianqian looked at Twenty-Seven and asked with a smile: "When you first took the stage, I thought you didn't like to talk."

Twenty-Seven scratched his head, laughed a bit embarrassedly, revealed that signature mouthful of little white teeth, and said: "That was because I was nervous."

His words made Qianqian laugh out loud; the originally somewhat serious atmosphere instantly turned relaxed. Qianqian waved her hand and said: "Alright, get down, next one."

Twenty-Seven, as if granted amnesty, hurriedly jumped off the high platform. Then Yue Yi shouted loudly: "Twenty-Eight, onto the stage for the match; Fifty-One, get ready!" The voice reverberated across the empty grounds, as if it could pierce eardrums.

After Yue Yi finished shouting, a figure rushed over like lightning and in the blink of an eye leapt onto the stage. Qianqian fixed her gaze and couldn't help widening her eyes, blurting out: "How come you look exactly like Twenty-Seven?"

The man across from her had a face like cold frost and replied coldly: "This subordinate and Twenty-Seven are twins." His voice was deep and cold, sending chills down one's spine.

At this moment, Twenty-Seven down on the platform shouted loudly: "Master, I'm the elder brother, he's the younger brother!" His voice carried a trace of urgency, as if wanting to prove his identity.

Twenty-Eight glared at Twenty-Seven, but did not open his mouth to retort. His silence made his thoughts unfathomable; Qianqian couldn't help feeling even more curious about this pair of twins.

Qianqian steadied herself and said: "Alright, then come on, are you ready?" Her voice was clear and firm, revealing a kind of confidence and authority.

Twenty-Eight nodded and replied solemnly: "Ready, Master, begin."

The words had barely fallen when Qianqian attacked like a gale; the whip in her hand drew a fierce arc through the air, aiming straight for Twenty-Eight's vital points.

However, Twenty-Eight's reaction speed was extremely fast; his figure flashed, and he easily evaded Qianqian's attack. Immediately after, he swiftly counterattacked; his moves flowed naturally like clouds and water, identical to Twenty-Seven's fighting style, making them almost indistinguishable.

Qianqian waved her whip and engaged Twenty-Eight in a fierce exchange. For a time, whip shadows filled the stage, fierce winds howled, the two traded blows back and forth, neither yielding.

After a fierce battle, Qianqian gradually discovered that although Twenty-Eight's body technique was similar to Twenty-Seven's, there were still subtle differences. She secretly mused that this pair of twins truly each had their own merits.

After Qianqian had whipped for a while, she slowly stopped and said: "You passed too. Just curious, have you two ever sparred normally?" Twenty-Eight nodded slightly, then slowly spoke: "Our strength is evenly matched, hard to determine victory or defeat."

Hearing this, a flash of curiosity crossed Qianqian's eyes, and she pressed: "Always a draw? Has there never been a side that could win?"

Twenty-Eight lightly nodded again and answered affirmatively: "Indeed so; our spars have never produced a victor."

Hearing this, Qianqian fell into thoughtful silence for a moment, as if pondering something in her heart. After a while, she came back to herself, waved at Twenty-Eight, and said: "Alright, you've already passed, get down."

Seeing this, Twenty-Eight bowed with cupped hands and thanked: "Many thanks, Master." Finished speaking, he leapt off the high platform as lightly and nimbly as a flying bird, his movements crisp and swift.

Twenty-Seven, standing below the platform, seeing Twenty-Eight pass smoothly, instantly revealed a delighted expression and shouted excitedly: "Great, younger brother, we both passed!"

However, Twenty-Eight merely gave him an expressionless glance, responded indifferently with an "Mm," and gave no further reaction.

After Twenty-Eight descended the high platform, Yue Yi shouted loudly: "Fifty-One onto the stage for martial contest, Seventy-Three get ready." The voice reverberated across the empty grounds, clear and audible.

Yue Yi's words had barely fallen when Fifty-One, like an arrow leaving the bow, leapt onto the high platform. He stood firm, eyes fixed on Qianqian, poised and ready.

Seeing this, Qianqian didn't say much either, directly stating: "Ready? I'm starting." Words barely fallen, her figure flashed, rushing at Fifty-One swiftly like a ghost.

Fifty-One clearly had prepared long ago; he nimbly sidestepped, easily dodging Qianqian's attack. However, Qianqian's offensive came continuous like a violent storm; Fifty-One struggled to dodge but ultimately found it hard to completely evade.

Just as Fifty-One was gradually feeling strained, Qianqian suddenly drew a long whip, striking viciously at him like a venomous snake leaving its den. Fifty-One couldn't dodge in time and was struck hard by the whip; his body instantly lost balance and fell straight off the fighting platform.

Qianqian had Yue Yi give that person a bottle of top-grade wound medicine, and also specially urged him to keep trying next time and strive to pass the assessment.

Just like that, one person after another leapt onto the fighting platform as lightly as swallows. Some passed the assessment smoothly, some regrettably lost. Time passed minute by second, until finally it was the last Anqi's turn to take the stage.