Chapter 126: Your Daddy Is Here! (First update, seeking monthly votes)

The princes and princesses participating in the competition walked away very peacefully.

……

The subsequent developments had no shocking twists.

The Martial Pass is just like the personality of a martial artist; there are no twists and turns.

It's just one word.

Fight.

Just do it!

Of course, it cannot be said that the Martial Pass had absolutely no twists at all.

At the beginning, the various princes, who should have been fighting on their own, actually had more than half of them join forces.

Whether in pairs or in groups of a few, they huddled together and retreated to the corners, holding their positions.

After all, no one is an idiot; they understood that if this group of weaklings were truly a scattered mess, they would inevitably be picked off one by one by the strong.

And this group that huddled together naturally did not include Li Qiushui.

Fierce beasts are solitary, while cattle and sheep travel in herds.

The fierce-as-hell Ninth Princess of Beigan's main style is one-on-one combat.

She alone, taking on everyone else.

Coldly scanning the crowd approaching her, she drew her Long Sword from her waist and spoke indifferently:

"Not only do you refuse to surrender, but you dare to counterattack against me?"

Clang—

"You all have such great courage."

In this martial competition where the contestants were below the Spirit Transformation realm, Li Qiushui truly moved as if there were no one else present.

The Ninth Princess held her sword, standing on the arena like a war god descended to the world.

Slaughtering in all directions, one sword strike per little friend.

Looking down with disdain, no one could resist her.

This exceeded the expectations of many people both inside and outside the arena.

In Wentian City, who didn't know that Li Qiushui was gifted and a rare sword genius in this world?

But strong as she may be, there should be a limit!

Judging from the sword technique analysis of her cutting down the two men, Wang and Song, before Wentian City, although Li Qiushui was strong, it was still within an acceptable range.

If one person of the same realm couldn't defeat her?

Then what about two?

Three? What about the whole crowd?

Two fists are no match for four hands, a hero cannot withstand a crowd, and even a fierce tiger fears a pack of wolves.

Even if you are a genius of the world, a single tree is hard to support; how can you compare to a wheel of attrition?

According to the level of preparation at the time, the reinforcements of the princes had a ten-out-of-ten chance of winning.

But they miscalculated one point.

No one could have imagined that in just a few short days, Li Qiushui's Sword Intent would have made such astonishing progress.

It is even hard to call it progress; it was a transformation!

Li Qiushui was no longer the her from their data, but a brand-new her after a life-and-death tempering and several refinements of her Dao Heart.

Li Qiushui: brand-new evolved enhanced version!

That accident caused Li Qiushui's heart to suffer great torment, and she had been worried about whether this would affect her sword cultivation.

But when she actually made a move, she suddenly discovered that her Sword Intent had not retreated at all, but was even more astonishing than before!

The Sword Intent did not retreat but advanced, its power several notches greater than before!

Li Qiushui, the person involved, felt it most clearly, but the confusion in her heart was also the greatest.

"What on earth..."

Could it really be because of him?

The more she guessed like this in her heart, the more flustered Li Qiushui became.

She didn't know what she was afraid of, but she didn't dare to look back at Ren Yidao.

Then, to cover up her fluster, Li Qiushui focused most of her consciousness on the sword in her hand.

Consequently, amidst the wails of her enemies, her strikes became even heavier.

"Heh."

Ren Yidao saw the change in Li Qiushui, but he had no intention of taking the initiative to explain.

Things like this are only interesting if you realize them yourself!

"Whether it is the Heartless Sword Dao or the Sentient Sword Dao, it is hard to distinguish which is stronger; the point is to choose one that suits yourself."

Huddled at the edge of the arena "regulating her breath" with his sleeves tucked in, Ren Yidao teased in his heart:

"Qiushui, for you, the path of the Heartless Sword Dao is wrong."

A sword is originally a heartless weapon, but the person holding the sword is not.

She is the master of the sword and should not be held hostage by it.

You, the person holding the sword, still have feelings in your heart; what kind of Heartless Dao are you cultivating?

Thinking this, Ren Yidao habitually fished out a tea set from behind him and set it up with practiced ease.

"Slurp... Ah!"

Sure enough, the tea brewed on the arena is the most fragrant.

While Ren Yidao was sipping tea and watching the battle, and Li Qiushui was slaughtering in all directions, another existence that caused her trouble made an appearance.

It was a tall youth who announced his name the moment he arrived.

The youth had thick eyebrows and large eyes, with a sturdy and lean physique; his thick arms were comparable to the thighs of an ordinary person.

He shouted, "I am the Hua Family Heir, Hua Quan! Surrender at once!" and charged up.

And then...

This Hua Family Heir was struck in the throat by Li Qiushui's sword.

Hua Quan's voice was too loud, and the timing of his jump was too sudden, happening exactly at the moment Li Qiushui was distracted.

He successfully gave Li Qiushui a fright, causing her to fail to hold back her strength for a moment, nearly sending him away with that sword strike.

It was really just a hair's breadth away; Li Qiushui would have had to kneel and beg him not to die...

As for the other backup plans Li Fengyao had prepared earlier, those helpers he had secretly joined forces with did not cause Li Qiushui any substantial trouble either.

They were all defeated one by one by Li Qiushui, falling off the arena in frustration.

After that, she encountered the final boss who had been waiting until the end—her own father.

He possessed multiple perverted abilities, including but not limited to setting the competition rules, having multiple health bars, coming with a second-stage transformation, and bloodline suppression.

The subsequent development had no twists.

Using only three simple punches, Li Qiushui was forcibly knocked out of the arena.

If Li Long could be beaten up by his own daughter, then as a Heaven Realm cultivator, he would truly have no reason to continue living.

You shameful old thing, retire from the scene!

No, you should just commit suicide!

However, Li Long did not act too excessively; he chose a clever way to explain it.

He displayed the cultivation of the Great Perfection of Transformation Realm, just one step away from stepping into the Void Star.

Such strength, apart from the top-tier factions, was enough to sit at the highest level in some major powers, and could even be called a foundation.

Yet his fake identity was even more excessive than Ren Yidao's, lacking any sincerity at all.

Ren Yidao at least had a traceable background, hailing from the Divine Path Sect, and his identity was legitimate and compliant.

But look at Li Long; no one even knows where this fake identity popped out from.

Even he himself doesn't know!

He never even considered it.

Just kidding, this Beigan is ruled by me, do I still need to explain myself to anyone?

Watching the human tragedy of "fatherly kindness and filial piety," Ren Yidao took a big gulp of tea.

"What a good show!"

Slurp, ah!

"Wait... why is he staring at me?"

And why is his gaze so strange?

It's as if his wicked scheme has succeeded?

"Eh?"

Seeing the princes around him voluntarily leaving the stage, Ren Yidao suddenly realized where the problem lay.

He had been too busy drinking tea just now and forgot to quit while he was ahead, failing to retreat at the first opportunity.

And now, he had become the only handsome guy left on the field besides Li Long.

He wanted to leave, but he couldn't.

"That kid over there, come and trade a few blows with me!"

Li Long smiled viciously, blocking Ren Yidao's path of retreat.

Damn it, let me beat you up!