Fairies Are Fierce
Chapter 7 Are You Convinced?
Chapter 7: Do You Surrender?
Boom--
On a rainy spring night, a muffled thunder echoed through the capital, turning the earth into daylight.
On the long street paved with blue stones, thousands of raindrops bloomed on the surface, while two figures stood opposite each other, as quiet as two sculptures.
But just as the lightning illuminated the street and plunged it into darkness again, a 'clang' sound of a drawn sword came from within the rain curtain.
Both of them moved at the same time, bringing forth two cold glimmers in the rain.
However, the black-clad woman took a step forward and was surprised to find that Zuo Lingquan, who was ten steps away, seemed to disappear along with the lightning, and was nowhere to be seen.
!!
The black-clad woman was not an ordinary person, and a chill immediately rose in her heart. She immediately changed her sword from a thrust to a sweep, spinning around without any target.
The wooden handle of the oiled paper umbrella couldn't withstand such a swift rotation, and it twisted and broke.
And Zuo Lingquan, who had moved to the side of the woman, fiercely swung down his sword, but it was blocked by the woman's sword that had no blind spots.
Ding--
A few sparks burst out in the rainy night.
Double-edged swords are not suitable for chopping, especially in a clash, where the strength is inevitably at a disadvantage. The lack of rigidity can easily turn it into a "noodle sword" that injures oneself. In theory, Zuo Lingquan's single-edged sword had a great advantage in this move.
But the extraordinary aspect of a practitioner was also reflected here.
Zuo Lingquan swung his sword with all his strength with one hand, and when the blade fell on the light and fluttering sword blade, what came back to him from his arm was an overwhelming force like a landslide.
The black-clad woman's sword remained straight, but Zuo Lingquan's sword visibly distorted.
Zuo Lingquan felt his hand go numb, and his whole person was swept away by this sword, flying sideways and crashing into the already devastated houses.
Crash--
After the strike, a hole appeared in the wooden wall of the houses on the side of the street, accompanied by the sound of shattered tiles.
The black-clad woman stood in the rain, holding her sword with one hand, occupying the upper hand but not immediately chasing after him, because she was also covered in cold sweat from the shock.
Just now, Zuo Lingquan's movements were too fast. In the instant his figure disappeared with the lightning, she thought this guy was pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger, deliberately pretending not to be a practitioner and had a sense of imminent danger.
However, after their blades clashed, she also understood that Zuo Lingquan was not lying.
If he were a practitioner, using his True Qi to infuse his weapon, even if she could block that strike, she would be shaken off balance by the force and wouldn't be able to counterattack.
Although she didn't have any cultivation, and her follow-through was slightly lacking, Zuo Lingquan's stillness like a mountain and his swift and thunderous agility put pressure on the black-clad woman.
After all, this guy was too fast, she couldn't even see his movements clearly.
If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would never believe that an ordinary person could be this fast.
However, this also ignited the black-clad woman's fighting spirit. If he was just a big talker, it wouldn't be interesting to fight against him.
The black-clad woman hesitated for only a moment before her feet heavily landed on the ground. Holding her sword, she charged into the house, not forgetting to mock him: "Is this all you've got?!"
The sword edge was sharp and unstoppable.
However, after rushing into and coming out of the hole, the black-clad woman scanned her surroundings and Zuo Lingquan had once again disappeared without a trace.
Losing track of the opponent during a battle often leads to one's own demise in the next moment.
The black-clad woman's expression changed slightly. The dilapidated house was empty, with no place to hide, except possibly above. Without hesitation, she leaned back and fell to the ground, raising her sword to strike upwards.
Zuo Lingquan fell into the dimly lit house and already guessed that the other party would follow. He leaped high and hooked his boot onto the beam of the house.
But when the black-clad woman rushed in with her sword, Zuo Lingquan did not launch a surprise attack.
This led to the black-clad woman's exceptional reaction, turning it into a one-person show. She raised her sword and stabbed into emptiness, feeling a sense of loneliness.
The black-clad woman anticipated the opponent's move, but stabbed into thin air. Realizing the danger, she quickly slammed the ground with her left hand, trying to bounce herself up and attack from above again.
But in a fight, one wrong step leads to complete defeat. How could the opponent give you a chance to regroup?
Zuo Lingquan waited for the moment when the opponent had not yet exerted her full strength. He kicked off the beam of the house with both legs, causing the old beam to crack. His figure turned into a projectile descending from the sky, directly smashing into the black-clad woman who had not yet stood up.
This time, the speed was faster than the previous eruption on the street.
The black-clad woman tried to stab, but Zuo Lingquan blocked her blade.
Zuo Lingquan held the long sword in one hand, pressing down on the black-clad woman's blade until their bodies were close. He kneed her waist and abdomen, while his left forearm pressed against her neck, exerting force and slamming her onto the ground.
Bang—
Both of them fell to the ground, and the dilapidated house made a muffled sound.
Zuo Lingquan took advantage of the situation and pressed the blade of his sword against the woman's neck.
In the rainy night, the flashes of knives and swords came to a sudden stop!
In the quiet room, only two breaths remained.
Zuo Lingquan's expression was calm as he looked down at the helpless black-clad woman and smirked.
"Brother, you've lost."
Being so close to each other, with no umbrella to shield them, Zuo Lingquan only now noticed that this woman was quite attractive.
Almond-shaped eyes, delicate eyebrows, lips like red lacquer, and a face like white jade, clearly not often exposed to the sun. Even lying down, her magnificent chest did not diminish in size, just slightly spread out, forming a flat shape, proving that there were no fillers inside, it was all real.
However, the woman's complexion was not looking good at the moment.
Being firmly pressed down by Zuo Lingquan, with a sword at her throat, she not only showed no intention of surrendering, but her face turned red with anger. She couldn't even bother to disguise her voice as she scolded,
"You're despicable, using sneak attacks and dirty tricks!"
Zuo Lingquan heard this and naturally didn't let go. His victory relied on his superior intelligence and experience in the martial world. This was already a part of personal strength, so how could it be considered despicable? He chuckled and said,
"In a life-and-death struggle, it's always like this. Do you expect me to shout the name of a move, hit you, and then you shout the name of a move and hit me?"
"You're just despicable, winning without honor!"
The black-clad woman was getting increasingly frustrated.
However, her anger was not entirely unreasonable.
The black-clad woman's status was too transcendent. In the past, when she sparred with others, those who fed her moves followed the rules and regulations. How could they dare to confront her head-on like Zuo Lingquan, and if they couldn't win in a fair fight, resort to indirect tactics?
Not to mention being so audacious as to pin her down and mock her!
When had she ever suffered such humiliation from childhood to adulthood?
The first time encountering such a cunning opponent, the black-clad woman didn't really show her skills, definitely feeling frustrated. Even when Zuo Lingquan pressed her down on the ground, she still didn't show any signs of surrender. With her left hand supporting the ground and her right hand holding the sword up, she forcefully stood up and pushed Zuo Lingquan away.
Zuo Lingquan had been practicing Flesh Refining for over ten years, and his strength was indeed astonishing. However, when he pressed down, no matter how strong his strength was, it couldn't exceed his own weight, so he couldn't hold her down.
"You thief, die!"
The black-clad woman's face was full of anger as she forcefully stood up from the ground and swung her sword towards Zuo Lingquan.
This sword was much faster and more powerful than before, even emitting a sword hum in mid-air.
Seeing that the opponent was using her true strength, Zuo Lingquan's smile disappeared. While blocking with his sword, he said discontentedly,
"Brother, let's just spar, don't be shameless and refuse to admit defeat."
Clang!
Before the words fell, the two blades clashed again, and Zuo Lingquan flew out once more, crashing through the wooden wall and into another alley on the other side.
"Who refuses to admit defeat? If you have the ability, fight me fairly!"
The black-clad woman had never suffered such a loss before. Like a mad leopard, she rushed out of the house and thrust her sword continuously.
Ding ding ding!
The sound of metal clashing echoed in the narrow alley.
Zuo Lingquan was forced to retreat repeatedly by the woman's imposing manner. It was clear that she had lost her sanity, and he couldn't directly kill her. It was difficult for him to defend himself for a while.
Seeing that the woman was slashing wildly like a shrew, Zuo Lingquan had no interest in continuing the fight. After forcing her back with a sword, he turned around and crossed over the alley wall.
"You thief, don't run away!"
The black-clad woman was not only dissatisfied with Zuo Lingquan's unchivalrous victory, but also felt ashamed of being pressed down on the ground. How could she let Zuo Lingquan leave?
Seeing Zuo Lingquan crossing the wall and trying to escape, the black-clad woman shouted angrily and without thinking, she leaped over the wall to chase after him.
However, when the black-clad woman crossed the wall and looked into the distance, she found that Zuo Lingquan's figure was nowhere to be seen on the uneven rooftops.
?!
She was in trouble...
The black-clad woman quickly regained her composure and realized that it was too late, but it was already too late.
Zuo Lingquan, who was waiting below the wall, reached out and grabbed the woman's ankle as she jumped over, and at the same time, he grabbed her right hand that was holding the sword.
"Ah!"
The black-clad woman couldn't move in mid-air, caught off guard, and fell down directly, with her sword falling to the ground as well.
To prevent her from struggling, Zuo Lingquan twisted her right hand and locked her legs with his left leg, pressing her against his right leg, and his elbow against the back of her neck.
In this way, the black-clad woman was firmly locked as soon as she landed, and the only thing she could move was her left hand. She couldn't even lift her head.
Leaning against the courtyard wall, Zuo Lingquan used all his strength to lock the woman, and said coldly,
"This is the second time. Do you surrender or not?"
The rain poured down from the sky, and the black-clad woman lay on Zuo Lingquan's leg, her clothes flattened, her hair scattered, her three thousand strands of black hair sticking to her face, soaked in rainwater. She looked extremely miserable, and her posture was unbearable to look at.
Her eyes were bloodshot, and she struggled with all her might, almost biting her silver teeth to pieces, but she couldn't break free. She could only angrily scold,
"You bastard, how dare you! Let me go!"
Zuo Lingquan couldn't possibly let go. If he let go, he would have to resort to tricks and cut her. He stared and said, "I'm asking if you surrender?"
The woman in black was so angry that her face turned pale. Unable to break free, she used her left hand to pat backwards. Although she was lying down and the posture and angle of her left hand were incorrect, the strength of this palm strike was still considerable.
Zuo Lingquan couldn't lock the woman's hands in time to block, so he could only turn his head and use his shoulder to take the blow. As a result, his shoulder was hit with intense pain, almost breaking his bones.
"Hisss—"
Zuo Lingquan took a sharp breath. Seeing the woman causing trouble like this, his anger rose from his heart. He released one hand, picked up the sword sheath at his waist as a ruler, and raised it to strike.
Crack—
The crisp sound was particularly noticeable in the rainy night. Although it was unclear where it hit, the elasticity was definitely excellent.
The struggling woman in black suddenly trembled, and her struggling movements froze. Her eyes widened in disbelief.
Taking advantage of the woman in black's momentary confusion, Zuo Lingquan twisted her left hand behind her back and pressed it down with his arm, completely immobilizing her. Then, holding the sword sheath as a ruler, he made a gesture as if he was about to strike and asked, "Do you surrender?"
The rainy night fell silent for a long time.
The woman in black stared with wide eyes, her eyes full of shock. After being dazed for an unknown amount of time, she gradually regained her senses. Her gaze turned into a mixture of shame, anger, and despair.
"You... you... shameless thief, I will tear you into a thousand pieces..."
Crack—
The sword sheath fell on the wet fabric, causing the tightly stretched black silk trousers to ripple. It may not be appropriate to describe it as pleasing to the eye, but it was indeed the case.
Zuo Lingquan didn't pay attention to these details. He just held the sword sheath, like a teacher disciplining a disobedient student, and asked, "Do you surrender?"
The woman in black's words abruptly stopped. Under the pain, her body trembled lightly, her eyebrows furrowed. However, she quickly reacted. Her eyes turned from red to pale, and then to a furious expression.
"You... you... shameless thief, I will kill you..."
Crack—
Just as the woman in black was about to speak, Zuo Lingquan struck again.
"Do you surrender?"
"I... I..."
The woman in black was so angry that she didn't know how to respond. She struggled desperately to break free, but...
Crack—
"Do you surrender?"
...
Crack, crack, crack...
(End of this chapter)
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