The Cannon Fodder Female Supporting Character Captured the Villainous Demon Venerable - Chapter 15

Chapter 15: Babe, You Lost.

“The third round of the Immortal Sect Tournament begins now!”

“The first match will be Water Moon Immortal Sect’s Chu Jiuchu, mid Golden Core stage, against Hundred Flowers Immortal Sect’s Xia Zilin, late Golden Core stage!”

The Immortal Sect Tournament had reached its third day, and the first match featured the original book’s heroine, Chu Jiuchu, but Mo Xun had no interest in watching.

Her gaze fell on the match list condensed from water spiritual energy, where Yun Wushang’s name was prominently listed right next to her own.

Mo Xun knew that if she continued to advance, she would eventually face Yun Wushang, but she hadn’t expected the day to come so quickly.

She subconsciously turned her head to look at Yun Wushang.

Perhaps sensing her gaze, Yun Wushang also slightly turned her head to look at her.

Their eyes met, but only for an instant.

Mo Xun retracted her gaze, looked at the arena, took a deep breath, and let it out.

Mo Xun: It’s okay. No big problem. Both my realm and my cultivation art have improved. I am not the same person I was before!

Mo Xun: “Mo Xun, mid Golden Core stage. I accidentally advanced during meditation last night. I apologize.”

Yun Wushang: “Yun Wushang, mid Golden Core stage. No need to apologize. You attack first.”

Mo Xun: “…”

Mo Xun: Alright, I apologized too soon.

However, no matter what realm Yun Wushang was at, in Mo Xun’s eyes, she was still a Great Ascension Demon Venerable. Therefore, Mo Xun’s expression didn’t change much upon learning that Yun Wushang’s realm had also increased.

She channeled spiritual energy into her sword, which unsheathed and charged toward Yun Wushang at maximum speed! The sharp longsword cut through the air, emitting a piercing screech.

Mo Xun’s strike was fast and fierce, but she aimed not for Yun Wushang’s vital points, but her shoulder.

Yun Wushang sensed this and scoffed lightly. Her body didn’t move, but with just a glance, an ice shield quickly condensed in front of her.

Her shield wasn’t sturdy. Mo Xun’s sword tip crashed into it, instantly shattering it into pieces.

Mo Xun couldn’t see the chilling air with her naked eye, but a sudden sense of foreboding rose in her heart, and she instinctively evaded by turning her body sideways.

She felt a cold wind brush past her neck. Although it didn’t cause her any harm, it made her shiver.

Yun Wushang raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement flashing across her face. Mo Xun ignored her expression and continued to attack with her sword!

Yun Wushang no longer had time to condense an ice shield and was forced to fly up, placing the tip of her foot on the blade of Mo Xun’s flying sword. Using the momentum to launch herself toward Mo Xun, she simultaneously released a chilling aura again.

Mo Xun dodged again.

In just two breaths, the two had exchanged blows four times. Although neither had managed to hurt the other even slightly, gasps of surprise rose from below the arena.

“Yun Wushang moved!”

“She actually forced Yun Wushang to leave the ground!”

They had guessed Chu Jiuchu and Hua Baixiang, but they hadn’t guessed Mo Xun. After all, Mo Xun’s lack of offensive skill was apparent to every cultivator.

“Facing such a fierce attack, she managed to dodge nonchalantly and immediately counterattack. She truly is her Senior Sister! They must have sparred a lot in private.”

“But how exactly did she manage to dodge?”

“Such a mysterious movement technique is truly rare in my lifetime!”

Mo Xun didn’t pay attention to the loud exclamations below the arena. Her eyes were firmly fixed on Yun Wushang, concentrating all her attention on her.

While continuing to dodge, she analyzed:

Yun Wushang didn’t yet know that her Water Moon Sword Art had reached the second stage. If she wanted to win by surprise, she had to rely on ‘Phantom Moon Reflection,’ but the opportunity would only come once, so the timing of its use was crucial.

Yun Wushang wouldn’t move when condensing an ice shield. Mo Xun wasn’t sure if she couldn’t move or was just lazy to move, but as long as she chose to condense an ice shield to block the attack, she wouldn’t move.

Condensing an ice shield takes time. If time wasn’t sufficient, Yun Wushang would choose to evade.

Therefore, to make her react the way she wanted, Mo Xun had to slow down her attack and complicate the combat environment.

Thinking this, Mo Xun, having dodged Yun Wushang’s attack once more, raised her hand to grip the hilt of her flying sword. Her feet left the ground, and the sword carried her to attack Yun Wushang. At the same time, countless water balls materialized around her.

Yun Wushang raised her hand and instantly froze all the water balls into ice, turning them to attack Mo Xun.

Mo Xun let go, dropping onto the arena to evade the attack, but her flying sword continued its assault.

Yun Wushang quickly condensed an ice shield in front of her.

Mo Xun: Now is the time!

Mo Xun seized the opportunity and activated the second stage of the Water Moon Sword Art, Phantom Moon Reflection!

A water mirror quickly rose on the arena. The Mo Xun in the mirror recalled the sword and once again launched an attack on Yun Wushang.

Yun Wushang frowned slightly, vaguely realizing something. Just as she was about to expand the defensive range of her ice shield, a slight touch suddenly appeared on the back of her neck, like a gentle tap with the side of a palm.

Yun Wushang froze.

Immediately afterward, Mo Xun’s familiar voice appeared next to her ear, the tone gentle with a hint of triumph: “Babe, you lost.”

Yun Wushang only recovered after a moment. She slightly turned her head, using her peripheral vision to look at Mo Xun, spotting her raised lips.

The woman who had appeared behind her at some point was smiling radiantly and spiritedly, like a general who had just returned victorious from battle.

Yun Wushang had guessed that her Water Moon Sword Art had reached the second stage, but she still didn’t know when or how she had slipped behind her.

“Why didn’t you use your sword?” Yun Wushang turned her head back, facing away from Mo Xun, and asked.

“I told you, I wouldn’t bear to strike you hard,” Mo Xun lowered her voice, responding at a volume only Yun Wushang could hear.

She spoke seriously and solemnly, but what she was thinking was: I finally managed to lower your hatred for me; I don’t want to make you angry again.

Yun Wushang sighed softly and flew down from the arena: “I lost.”

“The third round, match six: Water Moon Immortal Sect’s Mo Xun wins!”

She won? She really won?

She defeated Yun Wushang?

Although she definitely wanted to defeat Yun Wushang, and it was for this reason that she had gambled everything, exchanging all her reward points for cultivation talent.

But after actually winning, she felt a strong sense of unreality.

Mo Xun: Am I really not dreaming?

Mo Xun: If this is real… did Yun Wushang really not hold back?

“Not on that last strike, no!” The system suddenly spoke up.

Mo Xun: Huh? Does that mean she did before?

System: “Magic cultivators all deal area damage. The chilling air could have covered the entire arena, leaving the Host nowhere to hide.”

Mo Xun: …

System: “However, Yun Wushang held back not for you.”

Mo Xun: Mm, I know.

Yun Wushang needed to hide her strength, using the concealment of her power to hide her identity as the Demon Venerable.

So in this battle, she did hold back.

But Mo Xun also genuinely won against her, even with her holding back.

No need to be too excited, and no need to be too disappointed.

Having figured this out, Mo Xun raised her lips again.

She flew down from the arena on her sword, landed beside Yun Wushang, and extended a hand, palm up: “Come on, come on! Hand over the Compendium of Formations!”

The bet was agreed upon beforehand. Since she won, there was no reason not to claim the prize.

Yun Wushang glanced at her, raised one hand, and lightly slapped Mo Xun’s palm, pa.

System: “Mission completed: ‘High-five with Yun Wushang.’ Received one reward point!”

Mo Xun: Wait, you…

Mo Xun was about to complain mentally about the system’s mission completion criteria, but before she could organize her thoughts, Yun Wushang spoke, not responding to her previous request, but instead asking, “What does ‘Babe’ mean?”

Mo Xun: “…That, that is, well, it means ‘dear’… or ‘darling’.”

Yun Wushang narrowed her eyes to meet her gaze.

Mo Xun nervously cleared her throat.

She didn’t know why she suddenly blurted out “Babe.” Maybe the atmosphere was right, she felt she had won, and wanted to comfort the losing party?

However, she had never called anyone that before. She used to be a very proper person. She didn’t know why she felt she was becoming more frivolous after meeting Yun Wushang…

“I apologize, I was abrupt. How about this,” Mo Xun decided to offer some compensation to Yun Wushang for her flippancy. “You have injuries. Let’s call this a draw. You still lend me the Compendium of Formations to look at, and I will also do that one thing you wanted me to do for you.”

Mo Xun said this to compensate Yun Wushang, but she wasn’t purely creating trouble for herself. She figured that as long as Yun Wushang had something she needed Mo Xun to do, she wouldn’t kill her without reason.

But to Yun Wushang, these words sounded like pure concession.

Yun Wushang looked into her eyes for a moment, then her expression softened slightly, and her tone became gentle: “Alright.”

“The remaining six people will battle in pairs to determine the top four, who will advance to the final day of the competition!”

The Elder of Instruction raised his hand. Water spiritual energy surged, forming three lines with a total of six names.

Next to Mo Xun’s name, the three large characters that appeared were: Hua Baixiang.

Mo Xun: “…”