Capítulo 5192: Draw
Unconsciously, he glanced at his master, who showed no reaction. He then looked at his parents, only to see a hint of amusent and laughter flicker in both their eyes.
“Yun Chen, this is your reward for winning this round. Take it.” Feng Jiu flicked her wrist, and a dicine bottle landed in Hao’er’s hand. She added, “If you win this next round, I’ll give you another treasure.”
Hao’er froze slightly. His Mother’s words implied she approved of this sparring match?
Feng Ye rubbed his nose and stepped forward. It seed he couldn’t avoid this. Still, he’d never sparred with Hao’er before—how did his strength compare?
i Zhubao stood up, brushed the dust off his clothes, glanced at Hao’er, then stepped aside. He hadn’t expected to lose to him. He’d been certain of victory, yet here he was, defeated.
He drew a deep breath, telling himself It’s alright—just a spar.
“We’re really going to fight? Just so you know, I won’t hold back.” Feng Ye stepped forward, then glanced at Feng Jiu and asked, “If I win, is there a reward?”
“There is.” Feng Jiu smiled.
“Alright, bring it on!” Feng Ye glanced at Hao’er, gave a perfunctory bow, then suddenly swung a punch forward.
Seeing the fist coming, Hao’er imdiately ducked backward, dodging the blow. Simultaneously, he kicked out, spun around, and countered with a punch of his own.
The onlookers watched for a mont, their expressions varied. Xuanyuan Mo Ze observed the two figures and remarked, “They seem evenly matched.”
Indeed, they were evenly matched. Their exchanges were swift, both in movent and attack reactions. The back-and-forth battle showed no clear advantage. Feng Ye, engaged in combat, shed his usual carefree deanor and grew intensely focused.
Feng Jiu nodded silently. “I didn’t expect them both to be so skilled.” While Hao’er and the others were known for their abilities, Feng Ye’s prowess was truly impressive. Fortunately, neither was wielding weapons; otherwise, this fight would have caused quite a commotion.
After fighting for roughly the ti it takes to burn a stick of incense, neither had gained the upper hand. Just as they exchanged another powerful punch, a surge of force rippled out before them, knocking both n back several steps. As they prepared to advance again, Xuanyuan Mo Ze’s voice cut through the air.
“Stop.”
The two fighters, who had been about to charge forward, paused, panting slightly as they turned to look at him.
“A draw,” Xuanyuan Mo Ze declared, turning to Feng Jiu.
“Indeed, evenly matched.” She spoke, then flicked two objects from her hand into their grasp. “These are your rewards.”
Feng Ye examined his—a jade-green flute with tassels at the end, strikingly beautiful. He held it in his hands, turning it over and over, growing more fond of it with each glance.
“What kind of magical artifact is this?” he asked curiously, lifting the flute to try blowing into it.
“It can serve as a weapon for attack or as a flying artifact,” Feng Jiu explained.
“Thank you, Phoenix Empress,” Feng Ye smiled happily, bowing his hands in salute.
Those nearby watched, their eyes flickering slightly. Why did Feng Ye also bear the Feng surna? But judging by the situation, he probably wasn’t related to Feng Jiu, right?
“Thank you, Phoenix Empress,” Hao’er also bowed with clasped hands, then put away the magical artifact that his Mother had given him.
“Is there anyone else who wants to spar?” Feng Jiu asked with a smile.
“, , !” Yue’er hurriedly raised her hand and stepped forward. “I want to spar with Big Brother i.”
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