My Demon Lord Junior Sister Is Pretending to Be Good to Seduce Me - Chapter 47

In order to avoid the falling plane tree, the eight people scattered, dividing into different areas.

Mu Xuewei and Bei Mingzhe were matched against Ban Xiao and Jiang Lanshan.

Lin Yumo and Li Shuangjiang were matched against Shen Zhuli and Li Shuangxing.

Shen Zhuli wielded the Tides of the Azure Sea sword, and in the gloomy, rainy weather, its green brilliance was particularly dazzling, much like her red attire, making her eye-catching wherever she went.

The rain grew heavier, and the raindrops fell to the ground, scattering with a faint, brittle sound.

Shen Zhuli curved her lips into a smile, “Senior Sister Lin, Fellow Daoist Li, this rain is a manifestation of fate. Since fate wills me to win, it is truly hard for me to defy it.”

Smiling, she slightly cupped one hand in the other and bowed courteously.

Lin Yumo chuckled, “Then let me question your sword.”

“Tides of the Azure Sea, Rise—!”

She raised the green Tides of the Azure Sea sword above her head. The rainwater that had been flowing on the ground suddenly transformed into countless water droplets, rising from the earth to a height of tens of thousands of meters, obscuring the clouds. The branches of the plane tree that had fallen onto the arena were shredded, but the golden-yellow leaves remained intact, rushing into the hurricane.

Li Shuangxing said, “Junior Sister, I also have a sword. Its name is: Rakshasa.”

He brandished his sword. The hurricane, tens of thousands of meters high, instantly stilled, and the raindrops suspended mid-air also froze. Black qi energy, wrapped in white sword aura, filled the entire arena. Li Shuangxing’s sword fell.

The black and white dual qi surged relentlessly, attaching itself to Shen Zhuli’s Tides of the Azure Sea, and together they swept towards Lin Yumo.

Li Shuangjiang leaped lightly on her toes and flew straight off the arena, causing both the audience and the elders to be astonished.

What kind of move was that?

Did she admit defeat??

She shouted towards the stage, “Both those swords are aimed at you. I won’t suffer with you.”

Lin Yumo raised her eyebrows, weighed the sword in her hand, and addressed the Drunken Immortal (Zui Xian), “Let me see your true strength.”

“Breaking—Wind——”

A hurricane erupted in the center of the arena, affecting the audience stands and the elders’ seating area. Some swords were blown away, travel bags were swept off, and the girls’ carefully styled hair was blown into a frizz.

Lin Yumo glanced at the audience seats.

Ahem.

She would be ridiculed again after the match.

Sigh…

The gray hurricane swayed, finally meeting the black rain vortex. They collided like two spinning tops, their boundaries devouring each other. The black and white rain vortex visibly began to shrink.

“Break—” Lin Yumo roared.

The massive gray hurricane, after devouring the black and white rain vortex, suddenly burst open. Plane tree leaves were scattered, soaring high into the sky before gently drifting down.

Beautiful.

A beauty that struck straight to the heart.

The plane tree leaves fluttered in the rain, carrying a sense of tragic beauty, passing in front of Shen Zhuli and landing on her toes.

“Ah! I lost, I lost.” Shen Zhuli withdrew her sword and brushed off the wet leaves clinging to her clothes.

In the elders’ seating area, some elders, having thoroughly enjoyed the match, nodded repeatedly.

Today, Ji Nangui sat a bit further away from Wei Qingyi. Her slightly curled long hair was scattered, with a few small three-strand braids intertwined in it. She wore a dark-colored long dress with a drawstring design on the cuff, tied into a bow.

She looked up towards Wei Qingyi, her lips moving, but she didn’t speak.

Wei Qingyi met her gaze, taking the initiative to speak, and smiled, “If Yumo hadn’t been going easy on her, she wouldn’t have been able to unleash that sword attack.”

Ji Nangui smiled with her eyes. She glanced at the sword tassel on Wei Qingyi’s sword and said with a sense of relief, “As expected of your disciple.”

The other half of the arena competition had already ceased. It could be said that almost at the same time Li Shuangjiang stepped down, Ban Xiao and Jiang Lanshan also retreated from the stage to avoid the “catastrophe.”

Lin Yumo retrieved her sword, stepped off the stage, opened an umbrella, and used spiritual energy to dry her clothes.

She tilted the umbrella towards Mu Xuewei’s side, used spiritual energy to dry her clothes as well, and smiled, “Let’s go.”

Mu Xuewei stood under the umbrella, her peripheral vision catching Lin Yumo.

She really liked hearing her Senior Sister say the words “Let’s go,” as it carried a sense of reassurance, as if all problems had been solved by her.

She lowered her gaze to the Yangshan Snow sword at her waist.

It seemed that this Yangshan Snow was much better than the Dragon Abyss sword now.

Lin Yumo’s gaze was somewhat unfocused. For some reason, her eyes were very uncomfortable today, and coupled with the rain, it was difficult to see things clearly.

Lying on the couch, her fingertip traced the sword hilt. The inscription on it was no longer Kunwu, but Drunken Immortal.

Lin Yumo turned sideways, carefully examining the Drunken Immortal, her mind focused entirely on today’s arena match.

Logically, there shouldn’t have been any problems; they should have won the match. But why did she feel uneasy?

Considering the tacit cooperation between Ban Xiao and Jiang Lanshan, their true strength should not be limited to what they showed. They definitely did not use their full power during the arena match.

Why? Did they think they couldn’t win for sure? Or was it because they feared Li Shuangjiang?

“Senior Sister,” Mu Xuewei called out, “These clothes are dirty, could you wash them for me?”

Lin Yumo snapped out of her thoughts. She turned sideways, raised an eyebrow, and looked at Mu Xuewei, “I say, Miss Mu—”

“Who spoiled you like this, huh?” she laughed, “I’m your Senior Sister, not your slave.”

“Then will Senior Sister wash them for me?”

“I will wash them—”

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