The Cannon Fodder Female Supporting Character Captured the Villainous Demon Venerable - Chapter 12

Chapter 12: Have You Fallen in Love with Me?

“Mo Xun, early Golden Core stage. Please be merciful, Fellow Daoist.”

Mo Xun raised her hands in a fist-and-palm salute, ready for battle.

Although her opponent suddenly advancing to the late Golden Core stage overnight caught her off guard, it was fine. The stronger the opponent, the better it would help her gauge her own strength.

On the other side of the arena, the cultivators from the Hundred Flowers Immortal Sect were discussing loudly:

“Although Senior Sister Zhu Le is an outer sect disciple, her strength is comparable to any inner sect disciple. Facing an early Golden Core opponent, she’ll surely win within three moves!”

“When it comes to Imperial Sword Arts, you have to look at Senior Sister Zhu Le. Facing her, that Mo Xun girl is utterly out of luck.”

“I want to see what else she can do besides the Imperial Sword Art.”

Mo Xun: “…”

Where are the people from Water Moon Immortal Sect? Say something for me!

Mo Xun focused her attention behind her and heard the whispers of her fellow sect members.

“This battle is likely a loss.”

“She’s only early Golden Core, getting into the second round is already impressive.”

“If it were Yun Wushang, she might not lose.”

Hearing Yun Wushang’s name unexpectedly, Mo Xun pursed her lips.

Originally, she thought, losing is losing. Anyway, I won’t get first place. The reward for the top ten is just an Infant Transforming Pill, right? My Master is the Sect Leader; she has as many Infant Transforming Pills as I need.

But now, she didn’t want to lose.

She couldn’t quite articulate the psychological reason, but in short, she didn’t want to lose.

The match began. Mo Xun launched the first attack, channeling spiritual energy into her sword and directing it to attack her opponent!

Zhu Le’s sword was unsheathed in response, flying into the air to block the attack horizontally!

With a loud clang, the two swords fiercely collided in the air. The burst of spiritual energy swept outwards, eliciting gasps of surprise.

This wasn’t strange.

The Water Moon Sword Art was the Water Moon Immortal Sect’s unique secret manual, but the Imperial Sword Art wasn’t.

In the book, The Heartless Dao Senior Sister, every sword cultivator knew the Imperial Sword Art; the difference lay only in which stage they had mastered.

Mo Xun’s Imperial Sword Art had only reached the second stage, ‘Sword Flight.’

Zhu Le clenched both hands into sword fingers. Her index and middle fingers were held straight, the other three folded, her left hand horizontal across her throat, and her right hand pointing directly at Mo Xun.

Mo Xun sidestepped her sword attack, then, while recalling her own sword, she formed hand seals to execute the Water Moon Sword Art.

Her Imperial Sword Art wasn’t as good as her opponent’s; to win this fight, she could only rely on the Water Moon Sword Art.

Metal generates water, but earth counters water.

Mo Xun’s water-based magic couldn’t penetrate the earthen wall or obscure her opponent’s elevated field of vision, placing her at a passive disadvantage in the fight.

Mo Xun: System? Help, help! How can I turn the tide?

System: “Host, you’ve forgotten again. I am the Villain Capture System. You’re not fighting Yun Wushang, so it has nothing to do with me!”

Mo Xun: Does that mean you’ll help me when I fight Yun Wushang?

System: “I will advise you against domestic violence.”

Mo Xun: “…”

Totally speechless. With their difference in cultivation, who would be committing domestic violence against whom?

Wait, why did it call it domestic violence? She and Yun Wushang weren’t even officially an item yet!

However, Mo Xun finally understood that the system could guide her cultivation but wasn’t responsible for assisting her in battle.

If she wanted to win this match, she would have to rely on herself.

Zhu Le stood atop the earthen wall, launching sword attacks. Wherever her finger pointed, the sword flew.

Mo Xun, who could only passively defend, seemed like a fish on a cutting board in her eyes, ready to be slaughtered.

Both Zhu Le and the cultivators below the arena thought the outcome was decided.

“Mo Xun has no chance of winning.”

“She’s practically being toyed with.”

However, after launching ten continuous attacks and missing ten times, Zhu Le’s expression subtly shifted, and the cultivators below also noticed something was wrong.

“What agile footwork!”

“She can dodge attacks from any angle!”

“Mo Xun’s attacks are weaker, but her movement technique is amazing—chaotic yet orderly!”

Mo Xun frantically dodged. Whether it was an attack from the front or a sneak attack from behind, as soon as she sensed danger, she instinctively moved to evade.

While constant evasion wasn’t a winning strategy, the good news was that she now knew how to win this match.

“Sword, come!” Mo Xun accelerated the circulation of her spiritual energy. Her sword flew to her feet with lightning speed.

She immediately stepped onto the blade, letting the sword carry her into the air, charging toward Zhu Le!

The cultivators below were confused:

“Controlling the sword beneath her feet—how can she attack?”

“Isn’t that just asking for death?”

Mo Xun couldn’t hear the sounds below the arena now. She focused all her attention on Zhu Le.

Zhu Le continued to attack her with her sword but still couldn’t wound her, causing her to frown.

Mo Xun skillfully dodged in the air while forming hand seals, generating a large number of water balls that eagerly pelted Zhu Le!

The sheer number of water balls was too much for Zhu Le to block entirely. She was forced to raise her hands to shield her face, simultaneously making her two swords spin rapidly around her body to intercept the water balls.

One of the water balls bypassed the defense and struck her, but it didn’t cause any damage.

Zhu Le: ?

Mo Xun: Now!

Before Zhu Le could recover from her confusion, Mo Xun flashed behind her.

With no sword in hand, Mo Xun used her palm as a blade, striking hard on a certain pressure point on the back of Zhu Le’s neck.

Mo Xun: Go unconscious!

Mo Xun had studied traditional Chinese medicine for a time and knew the locations and effects of all the pressure points.

An ordinary person severely struck there would lose consciousness instantly. She just wasn’t sure how effective it would be on a cultivator.

Mo Xun looked down at her free-falling body from the air. She was hesitating whether to catch her or pretend to pursue when an Elder from the Hundred Flowers Immortal Sect flew onto the arena and caught her.

The Elder of Instruction from the Water Moon Immortal Sect looked down from the high platform. Confirming that Zhu Le had lost consciousness, he announced the result of the battle:

“Second Round, Match One: Water Moon Immortal Sect’s Mo Xun wins!”

As soon as he spoke, the arena fell silent for a brief moment, then erupted in continuous gasps of astonishment.

“She won? She actually won!”

“As expected of an inner sect disciple! What amazing footwork! How exactly do you attack her?”

“What technique was that final strike? It decided the outcome in one blow!”

Mo Xun listened to the compliments, raising her lips proudly.

Mo Xun: Who said that among early Golden Core cultivators, only Yun Wushang is qualified to fight a late Golden Core cultivator?

Thinking of Yun Wushang, Mo Xun’s mind wandered for a moment.

Oh… she understood now. The emotion she felt before the match was ‘unwillingness to lose.’

Because of that unwillingness, this battle had to be won.

Even if it meant revealing her evasion ability, even if it required close combat, she had to win.

But Yun Wushang was a Great Ascension stage Demon Venerable. Why was she comparing herself to her?

Even if they were to compete, it wouldn’t be now.

Mo Xun flew down beside Yun Wushang with a complicated mood.

Because I exposed my movement technique?

Although the style was unclear, Mo Xun’s movement technique was very profound, and it was unknown where she learned it.

Her identity might also be complicated.

It doesn’t matter. We have a long road ahead of us. I have plenty of time to probe.

Thinking this, Yun Wushang spoke softly, “You fought well.”

Mo Xun snapped back to reality, looked at her, and smiled, “I think so too.”

Yun Wushang: “…”

Noticing Yun Wushang’s speechless expression, Mo Xun couldn’t help but laugh: “I’m just joking. I thought I was going to lose and went in with a ‘what the heck’ attitude to fight her. I didn’t expect her to be so strong in the Imperial Sword Art but so weak physically, passing out after just one hit.”

Yun Wushang stared at Mo Xun.

Mo Xun felt a bit guilty under her gaze, and to cover it up, she started talking nonsense: “Why are you looking at me like that? You haven’t fallen in love with me, have you? That makes sense, I fought so dashingly…”

“I look forward to sparring with you,” Yun Wushang interrupted her with that sentence.

Mo Xun was stunned. Her gaze toward Yun Wushang first showed confusion, then quickly turned to shock.

Yun Wushang… wanted to spar with her?

Why?

Just because she dodged all her opponent’s attacks?

Putting the jokes aside, Mo Xun was very clear about how she performed in that match.

Yun Wushang had strong offense and weak defense. She was the opposite: maxed evasion, weak offense.

Her attack method was too singular, and her attack strength was mediocre. She won purely by luck, using a trick with water-based magic.

It would be easy to defeat her—all one had to do was restrict her sword.

And Yun Wushang’s ice perfectly countered her sword.

Mo Xun couldn’t imagine any possibility of winning against Yun Wushang, so she didn’t understand why Yun Wushang would look forward to sparring with her.

Was she looking forward to thoroughly grinding her into the ground?

And did this mean that Yun Wushang wasn’t planning on taking it easy in her second match?

After thinking for a moment, Mo Xun tentatively spoke: “If you want to spar with me, you have to win the second match first. Don’t forget, your opponent is also at the late Golden Core stage.”

Hearing this, Yun Wushang scoffed, a hint of disdain in the sound: “Do you think I’ll lose?”

Mo Xun: I genuinely can’t imagine you losing… assuming you fight seriously.

Thinking this, she smiled and said, “Then, I look forward to sparring with you.”

Yun Wushang: “No forfeiting.”

Mo Xun: “I won’t.”

Yun Wushang: “If I win, you teach me your movement technique.”

Mo Xun: ?

Yun Wushang: “If I lose, that Compendium of Formations will be yours.”