The woman on the stage was dressed in red silk that couldn’t hide her fiery figure. Every move she made elicited cheers from the audience on the stage.
Qhianqhian was silent for a mont: "Mirror, comb, bikini, exchange for your admission of defeat and stepping down."
Being a woman herself, Luo Qianqian still had so goodwill towards won, even if their gender stood in the way, she was still willing to solve things peacefully.
"Hahaha, sister, you might be underestimating . Although I’m number four hundred and twenty-seven, I’m ranked three hundred and fifty-first, which is more difficult to deal with than you think." The woman blew a kiss towards the audience on the stage, twisting her body, faintly revealing the white skin beneath the barely-a-garnt cloth.
Whistles erupted, and soone on the stage heckled: "I bet the little girl’s face is red from embarrassnt and she’s too afraid to look now!"
Qhianqhian indeed had her head lowered; the traces on the woman’s body left her unwilling to look directly, faintly guessing what those traces were without showing any expression.
After a mont of silence, her hand still gripped that small black bow.
Yet her eyes were determined: "Then let’s begin."
The woman’s expression also changed, and then a black long whip appeared in her hand, emanating a pungent, bloodthirsty sll.
The woman’s pink little tongue lightly licked her lips, causing another round of eager screams from the audience, before she quietly said: "A chick like you, your blood must taste delightful."
"Then co and try!" Qhianqhian’s face changed because of that statent, her eyes narrowing slightly, she originally planned to solve things peacefully, but the other party was unwilling, so why should she hold back?
After all, she was not a man, who enjoyed watching this sort of thing.
The figures in magazines were better than this, with better clothes, and above all, their faces looked good without showing such a vicious side.
The woman also changed her expression, not expecting the little girl to be so tough; ordinarily, newcors would be scared by such words and wouldn’t dare to talk back to her.
But Luo Qianqian’s face showed no sign of being frightened or pretended calmness—it bore only coldness, which forced the woman to take her seriously, keeping a vigilant eye on Luo Qianqian.
Qhianqhian’s eyes flickered: "This is not a place I want to stay, hence, I must leave. Those who bar my way, die!"
Hearing Qhianqhian’s chilly words, the woman advanced instead of retreating, sneering: "Little girl, go ho and drink milk from your mom!"
Raising her bloodthirsty long whip, she swung it towards Qhianqhian.
Her movents seed slow, but the angle was extrely tricky. If it landed, it would definitely leave a scar hard to heal. The long whip was aiming at Qhianqhian’s face.
What cruelty! This was Qhianqhian’s assessnt of the woman.
But she showed no panic, tightly grasping her small bow with her left hand, extending her right palm, slowly folding it before the woman.
A peculiar smirk ford at her lips; guarding against her long-range assault? But her long-range attack wasn’t just bow and arrow.
"Ice Stab!"
The woman only saw Qhianqhian raise her bow, quickly flicking her hand, aiming her long whip at the bow, successfully winding around Qhianqhian’s bow.
Qhianqhian tilted, dodging the remaining attack of the long whip, forming a fist with her hand in front of the woman, pushing with force in the woman’s direction, an icy arrow shooting towards the woman’s heart.
Not dodging left her hand lashed by the long whip, leaving a red mark, but luckily, gloves bore so of the impact.
The woman hardly reacted, imdiately grabbing the long whip and turning sideways to evade Qhianqhian’s attack.
Qhianqhian remained unperturbed, controlling the ice arrow, aligning with the woman’s movent.
As the woman released the long whip, revealing a resigned expression, the ice arrow rcilessly appeared at her chest, joining the previous souls claid by the ice arrow.
"Isn’t cherishing life better?" Dismissing the bloodthirsty long whip, Qhianqhian took out a tissue to clean her small bow, saying no more, she turned and left.
The woman, still alive for the mont, watched Qhianqhian’s departing figure, astonishnt, and regret rushing to her heart, but more than anything, it was discontent.
She had lived here for so long, how could a little girl just...
Her face twisted in grimace, reaching into her chest for a dagger, mustering her last ounce of strength to hurl it at Qhianqhian’s back.
"Clearly could live well, and yet you choose not to cherish it?" Qhianqhian retracted her small bow, a dagger appearing in her hand, just about to strike when she heard a "clink" sound, the sharp force slicing through the air intercepted by sothing, and then it fell limply to the ground, leaving only the cold sound of tal eting the ground.
Qhianqhian turned, seeing what lay on the ground in front of her, a poisoned dagger gleaming with a green hue; Qhianqhian was certain, it wouldn’t take long after drawing blood to end a life, its pungent scent confird it. The other item was a stone, looking sowhat out of place on the clean ground.
Glancing at the surrounding audience stands, she saw no figure, turned around perplexed, and walked inside.
As Qhianqhian left, the woman’s head sagged, slumping to silence, eyes glaring, face full of indignant refusal.
Her eyes bore only hate, devoid of any remorse.
The woman seed bought by Qhianqhian, clutching a kraft paper bag, hurriedly asking upon her entry: "Signing up for the next round?"
Qhianqhian gently nodded.
...
Another three rounds, all against n, invariably attracted by the thought of conquering Qhianqhian, but invariably they all turned into souls under Qhianqhian’s hand.
And her ranking slowly climbed to one hundred.
Perhaps it was because Qhianqhian was so ruthless, where opponents facing her must perish, now while Qhianqhian was adjusting, no one signed up.
Raising the death rate of the challenge tournant single-handedly, Qhianqhian was indeed exceptional.
Though she was injured, with Yan’s elixirs and Qin Nuan’s elixirs, there weren’t any significant issues.
Unconsciously, Qhianqhian had acquired a bit of ruthlessness and indifference, devoid of rcy.
Like she had no emotion, regardless of what the opponent said, they couldn’t escape Qhianqhian’s bow-controlled ice arrow, almost as if with eyes.
Five fights, five victories, in the Challenge Arena, her record wasn’t the most brilliant, but now, Qhianqhian was the most dazzling.
Because all her opponents had died, the surrounding bloodthirsty atmosphere had sowhat tainted her, the slight red tinge in her eyes making even the Bunny Girl a bit apprehensive.
"Why are you following ? Clearly, others don’t have anyone following them." After adjusting, Qhianqhian didn’t care about not having opponents, but instead looked at the woman.
The woman was silent for a mont: "You are a guest, and they are not."
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