A piercing gut-wrenching scream escaped a male disciple's mouth as he pushed his hands over the large wound on his chest.
He desperately tried to stem the bleeding but eventually the loss of blood made him collapse on the ground in a state of unconsciousness.
Stab!
A silvery flash of light pierced forward, and the disciple's neck was neatly penetrated by a plain longsword that slit his throat.
Another one dead.
Xu Lu glanced down at the blood that coated her weapon and let out a heavy sigh. She staggered over to the healing pool and lowered her body inside.
She was tired.
How many days had it been?
One? Two? Or was it the final day?
She could no longer tell.
The fighting had been non-stop.
It seemed like every disciple, their mother, father, sister, brother, auntie, and family's friend had chosen to enter the arena and fight her.
Maybe it was her acts of mercy? Was it because she had let most of them live?
Wait… could they even tell if she killed or not?
What happened to the people and the corpses when they disappeared from the room?
Xu Lu submerged her head under the water and could feel the small cuts and bruises covering her body slowly begin to heal.
The crimson markings on her skin pulsated regularly but Xu Lu was too tired to pay them any extra attention.
She may be physically healed after every fight but the mental toll and exhaustion of being in constant life and death struggles was already starting to affect her.
The former saintess grabbed her sword and pulled a well-worn piece of cloth from her storage bag.
She lightly dipped the cloth in the crystal- clear waters of the pool and began to wipe the blood and pieces of flesh from her blade.
It was a seemingly useless task considering that her weapon was just going to be in a similar state in a few minutes' time, but Xu Lu enjoyed cleaning her weapon.
It was a relaxing activity that helped her to calm down her emotions.
She would survive this ordeal.
She would get her revenge.
She would return to Jiang Xin's side and claim her as her wife.
Okay… that last one was not the same as the others.
Xu Lu shook her head to get those distracting thoughts out of her mind as she felt a familiar rumbling noise that shook the entire arena.
A new challenger would be arriving.
Xu Lu got out of the water and used a simple cleaning spell to dry off her clothes. She held her longsword in her right hand and waited patiently.
BOOM!
A thunderous crashing sound echoed through the underground space and a figure appeared on the opposite side of the arena covered by a faint white mist.
The figure stepped forward slowly and Xu Lu could make out more details about her appearance. She looked very different to a typical demonic cultivator.
She wore a simple blue robe that fell down to her ankles and concealed the shape and physique of her body.
Her hair was neatly tied backwards into a simple ponytail and her warm hazel eyes were oddly clear and peaceful.
She was pretty but not overwhelmingly so.
A longsword was tucked safely in a wooden sheath attached to her hip, but the mysterious challenger made no motion to reach for it.
"My name is Mei Ling," the female disciple calmly introduced herself.
"I am the apprentice of Mo Qing the ruler of the twelfth peak of the Crimson Demon Sect. I have come to face the future successor of our clan."
Mei Ling clasped her palms together and bowed respectfully. She raised up her head and slowly took her blade out of its sheath.
Her weapon was the opposite of Xu Li's.
Its hilt was adorned with fancy jewels and the edges of the weapon were jagged and cut irregularly to create an almost zig zag pattern.
Xu Lu had to admit that she had never met such an interesting challenger before.
Most of the demon cultivators who came to fight her either started fighting straightaway or only said a few words that she would die painfully.
"I am Xu Lu… the successor of the Crimson Demon clan," Xu Lu politely replied as she tilted her head downwards.
Mei Ling nodded her head in acknowledgement and then her figure completely disappeared. Xu Lu furrowed her brows in confusion before jumping to the left.
She could feel a cool breeze brush against the side of her body.
A sword had nearly bisected her in half!
Xu Lu frowned and swung her weapon in the direction of her attacker. The two blades met, and a loud cracking noise filled the underground arena.
Mei Ling's body flew backwards several feet before she stabilised herself. Her fingers were still trembling ever so slightly as she gripped her weapon.
That strength… was monstrous.
The calm expression on her face slightly cracked as weariness appeared in her eyes.
Xu Lu could see the changes on her face as she thrust her blade forward and unleashed one of her swordsmanship techniques.
Holy Sword Art- Infernal Hell!
Whitish-blue flames ignited along the edges of her weapon but unlike the usual colour of the flames typically seen when using this righteous technique… there was something different.
A dark crimson center blossomed in the middle of the flames. An insidious twisted fire which burned brighter than the surrounding colours.
Xu Lu rushed forward, and a wave of fire shot out towards Mei Ling who crouched before using a technique of her own.
Movement Technique- Ghost Steps!
Mei Ling vanished from the spot and the flames harmlessly flew towards the walls. Xu Lu's eyes widened in shock as she felt a sense of danger coming from all around her body.
Lighting Movement- One Slash!
A crackling sound echoed through the arena as multiple blurry copies of Mei Ling surrounded Xu Lu and all simultaneously ran towards her.
Each copy swung their blade at her neck.
Xu Lu raised up her weapon and began to parry each attack with growing desperation. This girl was too damn fast!
Even with her enhanced senses she was barely able to keep up with the non-stop barrage of attacks and soon numerous wounds began to appear on her body.
Xu Lu coughed out flecks of blood as one of the blades entered her ribcage. The weapon got trapped inside her body for a brief moment but that was all the time that she needed.
The former saintess grabbed the weapon's edge with her fingers and tried not to scream as the sharp blade lacerated her palm.
Clearly Mei Ling was not expecting such an insane move because she did not react in time.
Xu Lu slammed her forehead into the front of the female disciple's skull with so much force that blood began to run down her eyes.
Mei Ling let out a painful cry and other blurry copies vanished. Xu Lu wrestled her to the ground and began to rain down punch after punch on her body.
She did not use any cultivation techniques.
She did not use any skills.
Just pure violence and desperation.
Mei Ling struggled and tried to escape but every time she tried to move another punch would land on her stomach and knock the air out of her.
She could feel the corners of her vision slowly begin to darken as the violent lunatic on top of her body continued to drive her fist over and over into her soft flesh.
Was she going to die?
Suddenly the pressure stopped, and Mei Ling opened her eyes to see a fist mere inches away from her bruised and battered face.
"Do you surrender?" Xu Lu asked while coughing out specks of blood.
"Yes… I… yield…" Me Ling spat out as she drew in a shuddering breath and fell into a state of unconsciousness.
Xu Lu got off of her body and groaned as she held the sword in place that was sticking out of her ribcage. Her first instinct was to remove the weapon from her body but that would be a fatal mistake.
She needed to use it to stem the bleeding.
The former saintess stumbled over to the healing pool and collapsed inside the crystal-clear waters.
She gritted her teeth and yanked the weapon out of her body causing chunks of flesh to turn the water a dark crimson colour.
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