Although Chang Wei’s speed was a fraction slower than Zhang Po’s, it still exceeded the reaction ti of the won from Poison Manor. He reached the woman on the other side, raising his left hand high. The puppet below him mirrored this movent. On closer inspection, one could see a thin, barely visible white thread connecting from Chang Wei’s body to the puppet’s joints, transmitting his actions seamlessly to both puppets.
The sudden attack from the two left all the won from Poison Manor stunned. With a gasp, the woman on Zhang Po’s side was already knocked out. Fortunately, she was at least a Golden Elixir Stage expert, and at the critical mont managed to instinctively use a life-saving technique from her cultivation thod, narrowly escaping death.
If not, her whole body might have been sent flying by Zhang Po. The Zhang Family’s swordsmanship is famous for its unrivaled destructive power. Zhang Po struck without holding back—a simple, yet powerful attack that shattered the protective layers Zi Xiao had summoned, leaving a deep sword mark on her body.
Zi Xiao was severely injured by this strike, knocked backward with blood flowing onto the ground. Her vision went black, and she fainted unconscious.
anwhile, on Chang Wei’s side, as he raised his left hand, the puppet’s hand suddenly shot out a dagger-like spike. The blade was covered in a green liquid, clearly a poisoned weapon, aiming furiously at the woman on the left.
The woman on the left was not as skilled as Zi Xiao, and didn’t even have ti to defend herself. She instinctively used her arm to shield her chest, but the dagger pierced her arm precisely. The sharpness was shocking; with a squishing sound, blood splattered, and the poison quickly seeped into her arm.
The woman, paralyzed by the poison in an instant, fell to the ground, her complexion turning purple and lifeless.
Zhang Po and Chang Wei’s initial attack took out two of the weakest opponents with lightning speed. Although the defeated won probably ranked at the bottom in Poison Manor’s team, it was a significant blow to their five-person team battle.
After eliminating the two opponents, Zhang Po and Chang Wei didn’t advance further. They both retreated to the other end of the Martial Arts Arena, preparing to move when the opportunity arose.
Zhang Po and Chang Wei knew well that even if the won from Poison Manor were not as skilled, they still ford a team of five Golden Elixir Stage experts. There was no way they would sit back and let the two of them wipe them out at once. Prudence dictated a strategic retreat.
"Zi Xiao, Zi Ling, are you two okay?" the captain of Poison Manor’s first team asked the injured teammates after seeing Zhang Po and Chang Wei retreat temporarily.
The response was complete silence, leaving the captain unsettled. With two mbers down at the start of the battle, she lost face as their leader. She glanced subtly towards the resting area where a few elderly won sat, glaring at her with stern expressions.
"It’s over. I hope the Elders won’t give a hard ti," the lead woman thought to herself.
With that thought, she initiated a counterattack. In a low tone, she shouted fiercely, releasing a surge of purple mist from her body. The other team mbers followed suit, summoning their Purple Cloud Poison Fog.
Although their numbers were reduced, the won of Poison Manor didn’t hold back on the amount of poison mist. The combined Purple Energy from them surged and spread over the entire Martial Arts Arena.
"It’s here!" Zhang Po tensed up, saying to Chang Wei, "Chang Wei, find a way to protect yourself."
Before Zhang Po could finish, Chang Wei had already devised a plan. He pulled a string, and the previously motionless puppet’s face crumbled into pieces. The wooden fragnts threaded over to Chang Wei’s face, forming a mask to fend off the poisonous mist.
"I have my ways; you focus on yourself," Chang Wei’s voice, muffled and deep due to the mask, shouted to Zhang Po.
Seeing Chang Wei equipped with protective asures, Zhang Po responded, simultaneously gathering Qi within himself to shield his ears, nose, and mouth.
With these precautions, the Purple Cloud Poison Fog engulfed them, temporarily shielding them from the poison, though their vision was obstructed, making it hard to see their opponents’ movents.
Zhang Po quietly activated his Qi detection, forming a web-like structure across the Martial Arts Platform, closing his eyes to sense disturbances within its range.
Soon, Zhang Po detected motion within the web—it was the movents of the Poison Manor won.
"Over there!" Zhang Po shouted towards Chang Wei, pointing to a corner of the Martial Arts Platform, leading the charge with his sword. Chang Wei imdiately understood, manipulating his puppet to follow Zhang Po.
"Damn, they’ve been spotted," thought the Poison Manor captain. She hadn’t anticipated her opponents possessing such a high-level ability like Qi detection. Her plan to let the poison mist initially wear them down was thwarted.
"Move quickly, don’t let them close in!" commanded the Poison Manor leader. The only viable strategy now was to engage in close-quarters skirmishing; if the opponent closed in, defeat was certain.
Receiving the order, the team mbers executed their movent techniques, their forms becoming erratic, swiftly departing from their original positions.
Though Zhang Po and Chang Wei quickly enacted defensive asures, their actions were sowhat hindered by the poison fog, preventing them from reaching top speed. By the ti the Poison Manor team dispersed, Zhang Po barely arrived.
Missing his attack, Zhang Po began searching for their position again, but the Poison Manor won were far from ordinary. After evading the assault, they regrouped on the opposite side of the platform, forming seals and chanting incantations.
"Not good!" In full detection mode, Zhang Po noticed his opponents’ movents. Although uncertain what they were plotting, allowing them to set up this formation seed like a huge error. Realizing the danger, Zhang Po quickly grabbed Chang Wei, urging a retreat.
"Too late!" the Poison Manor captain shouted. Centered around their formation, the surrounding Purple Cloud Poison Fog began rhythmically pulsating, its toxicity intensifying. The swirling vapors condensed into sharp Sword Energy, glinting nacingly as it weaved through the fog.
"These girls used the Purple Mist Cloud Saber against two unknown challengers?" muttered one of the elderly won in the Poison Manor’s resting area. Her voice was thin and brittle, laced with a touch of sharpness.
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