Chapter 308

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Protagonist:

Yan Qianqian

Yan Qianqian looked closely and couldn't help but be somewhat surprised, for standing on the leitai was actually a tall, beautiful woman. Every smile and frown of hers exuded a charming allure that made people unable to help but be captivated.

Seeing this, Yan Qianqain said according to convention: "You can start once you're ready." The words had barely left her lips when she saw the woman open her vermilion lips and say softly: "Master, don't be too tender and merciful, okay~"

This sentence seemed to carry a hint of coquettishness, making listeners unable to help but feel an itch in their hearts. Even a woman like Yan Qianqian couldn't help but glance at her two more times.

If someone else had said such words, they might seem affected, but coming from this woman's mouth, there was not the slightest such feeling; instead, it made people feel she had a unique charm.

Yan Qianqian thought to herself that the anqi around her were all men, and there really wasn't a single female anqi. Now that she had finally met one after much difficulty, she couldn't help but secretly ponder that if this woman could pass this assessment, staying by her side would not be a bad choice.

Only to see Yan Qianqian's figure like lightning, her strikes like a sudden storm of wind and rain, showing not the slightest mercy because the other party was a woman. On the contrary, her attacks became increasingly fierce, making people unable to help but gasp in amazement.

And this woman (Thirty-Three), facing such a fierce offensive, actually froze for a moment. She clearly hadn't expected Yan Qianqian to be so ferocious, to the extent that in that instant, she completely lost the ability to respond.

Just during this brief moment of being stunned, Yan Qianqian's fist shot toward her like lightning, less than a centimeter from Thirty-Three's cheek! This perilous scene made people unable to help but break into a cold sweat for Thirty-Three.

Fortunately, Yan Qianqian pulled back in time; otherwise, with that punch, Thirty-Three would probably have been disfigured. However, even so, Thirty-Three was still filled with lingering fear, and a wave of aftershock surged in her heart.

Seeing this, Yan Qianqian stopped her attack, looked at Thirty-Three, and said sternly: "You can't space out during a fight; if this were on the battlefield, you'd probably have lost your life."

Thirty-Three's face instantly turned red, and she nodded shamefacedly, saying in a low voice: "Subordinate understands……"

Seeing this, Yan Qianqian's lips curved slightly, then she said: "Continue; I won't hold back anymore from now on. If you fall off, there won't be another chance, okay."

Hearing this, Thirty-Three's expression immediately turned serious. She knew Yan Qianqian's words were no empty threat, so she stared at Yan Qianqian with full concentration, not daring to have the slightest slack.

Only to see Yan Qianqian attack Thirty-Three again; this time, her offensive was even more ferocious, like a sudden storm that left people breathless.

However, Thirty-Three's movements were also quite agile. She was slender in build, light in step, and dodged Yan Qianqian's attacks with ease, as if those fierce moves posed no threat to her at all. Just at this moment, Yan Qianqian quickly drew a whip from her waist, swung her arm fiercely, and the whip, like a nimble poisonous snake, shot straight toward Thirty-Three. However, Thirty-Three seemed to have anticipated this move long ago; her steps were light as a ghost, and she easily sidestepped to dodge the whip's attack. Not only that, she also took a step forward, and the distance between her and Yan Qianqian actually grew closer and closer, as if preparing to counterattack.

Seeing this, Yan Qianqian was startled and immediately realized the situation was bad. She didn't have time to think, quickly flicked the whip in her hand; the whip traced an arc in the air and was then swiftly taken back to her waist. Immediately after, her hand like lightning drew a long sword from behind her back; the blade flashed with cold light, revealing a bone-chilling killing intent.

Seeing Yan Qianqian change weapons, Thirty-Three did not dare to be negligent. She quickly drew her personal side sword from her bosom; the blade likewise flashed with cold light, obviously also a formidable weapon not to be underestimated. She gripped the sword hilt, advanced instead of retreating, and charged toward Yan Qianqian's long sword.

In an instant, only blade lights and sword shadows were seen interweaving, cold light radiating everywhere; the figures of the two became blurred in that moment. Yan Qianqian's swordplay was grand and sweeping, every strike containing immense power, as if it would tear the entire space apart. Thirty-Three's swordplay, on the other hand, was much gentler; her sword moves flowed like clouds and water, appearing soft and powerless, yet hiding mysteries, faintly giving a sense of overcoming hardness with softness.

However, despite Thirty-Three's exquisite swordplay, she was ultimately slightly inferior. When Yan Qianqian launched her fifth fierce attack, she was obviously somewhat unable to cope, and dealing with it became somewhat difficult.

Just then, Yue Yi beside suddenly shouted loudly: "Time's up! Passed!"

Hearing this shout, Yan Qianqian immediately withdrew her long sword. Thirty-Three stood opposite Yan Qianqian; although a layer of fine sweat had already appeared on her forehead, her heart felt incomparable joy because she had successfully passed the test.

Yan Qianqian looked at Thirty-Three, caught her breath, and said: "That's it for today. You four, those who passed come back with me to An Wang Fu."

Twenty-Seven, Twenty-Eight, Fifty-Six, and Thirty-Three said in unison: "Yes!" Among them, Fifty-Six was burly with a full beard, giving a feeling of being generous and straightforward. When Yan Qianqian sparred with him, she found that Fifty-Six's moves were not only powerful but every move targeted vital points, without any hesitation.

During the brief exchange, Yan Qianqian also noticed Fifty-Six's straightforwardness in speech, which gave her a rather good impression of him. Yan Qianqian herself appreciated people with straightforward personalities, so after sparring a few rounds with Fifty-Six, she decided to let him pass the assessment.

Yan Qianqian brought these four people back together to An Wang Fu. Upon entering the wangfu, she without hesitation went straight to Yan Wang's courtyard. At this time, Yan Wang was exercising in the courtyard; although today was a rest day, he did not slacken because of it.

For Yan Wang, training was part of his life; no matter where he was, he would persist in training. A rest day meant nothing more than changing the venue to continue training for him.

When Yan Qianqian stepped into the courtyard, what she saw was Yan Wang holding a long sword, dancing it with tiger-like vigor; every movement was full of power and beauty.

Yan Wang saw Yan Qianqian enter; his gaze merely lingered on Yan Qianqian for a moment before quickly returning to the sword in his hand. His movements flowed like clouds and water; every move and style appeared extremely proficient, as if this set of swordplay had deeply integrated into his body.

Although Yan Qianqian's arrival drew Yan Wang's attention, Yan Wang did not stop, and no one else dared to make a sound, fearing they might interrupt Yan Wang's practice. Everyone held their breath, quietly watching Yan Wang, as if time had stopped at this moment.