My Wife Is The Final Boss-Chapter 822 - 461: Sparring (Double-Length) (Part 2)
"Oh." Li Zhibai waved his hand and said, "This is recorded for Chang’an to see."
"Hmm?"
Wen Li was taken aback for a moment.
For the junior brother... to see?
"Chang’an has never seen you exert your full strength, right..." Li Zhibai smiled lightly, "Let him have a look at... your skills as his senior sister and broaden his horizons."
With Wen Li’s status, her Mirror Image Spirit Stone wasn’t something Xu Chang’an could come into contact with.
"For the junior brother to see... I understand." Wen Li’s heart was somewhat complicated at this moment.
Perhaps feeling lucky that her attire was decent today.
Or maybe a bit envious that the teacher was thinking of him even now.
"Alright, I’ll step back a bit." Li Zhibai’s figure slowly disappeared, leaving the entire stage to Wen Li and ’Zhu Tongjun.’
Her figure appeared once again high above the heavens, holding the recording Spirit Stone and looking down at Wen Li’s steadily rising aura.
Is this considered a blessing in disguise?
After saying that she wanted to record this examination for Chang’an, one could clearly feel... Wen Li becoming more eager to try, adjusting to her optimal state almost instantly.
Originally, Li Zhibai had worried that Wen Li’s disappointment over not sparring with her but with Zhu Tongjun might affect her state.
Now it seems, she can only pray for ’Tongjun.’
"Is Chang’an... Ah Li’s mirror..." Li Zhibai tilted her head, slowly saying, "Is this... youth?"
However, she didn’t have the chance to ponder too much as a light from a blade already illuminated the entire world.
’Zhu Tongjun’ had made a move, and with a wave of the hand, immense True Yuan transformed into a chilling glint that passed in an instant, slicing through the air and tearing it apart.
In the Cloud Soaring Realm, the weapon Zhu Tongjun used was different from the ribbons and short daggers of the Hehuan Sect; it was a sword devoid of any femininity.
The sound of the blade was like thunder, echoing majestically.
Making a move with full force, wherever the blade flashed as ’Zhu Tongjun’ raised her hand, all air currents, dirt, flying sand, and even Spiritual Qi instantly disintegrated, shredded into fragments so tiny they were invisible to the naked eye.
For a moment, the blade’s light filled the entire world, bright as morning stars, bright as the Great Sun.
Mighty and fierce, fierce and intense, containing the power to crumble mountains and cut through rock formations.
——
Outside the room.
"My eyes... my eyes..." Zhu Pingniang, holding a teacup in one hand and covering her eyes with the other, her pretty face flushed red.
She seemed to have seen an absolute black history that should never be recalled, her ears turning crimson, almost collapsing onto the table.
In the Inner Realm, the woman wielding the blade, without a trace of femininity, with a chest akin to a flat board... who is that!
Absolutely, absolutely...
It definitely can’t be herself.
Now, just thinking of the time when she infused ’domination’ into her blade lights, Zhu Pingniang had the impulse to charge in and interrupt the examination immediately.
Black history, absolute black history.
Thinking now, how could any woman be "mighty" like that?
Yet back then, she indeed was like that...
Using the blade with sheer momentum, as dominant and fierce as a muscular hulk, and did Li Zhibai actually understand her so well during that time?
He even understood her enough to materialize her illusion just from memory.
What does this mean?
It means, the muscle-brained version of herself from that time was deeply etched into Ah Bai’s heart!
She feels like dying.
Zhu Pingniang took a firm sip by the rim of the cup, then looked expectantly at Wen Li in the Inner Realm, treating her as a savior.
"Kill me, quick... kill me."
Wen Li now had already touched the threshold of the Taixu Realm, so her mere Cloud Soaring Realm self would surely be instantly defeated, right?
Now she just hopes to be instantly defeated by Wen Li, otherwise... after this blade light, following her usual habits, she’d have to engage Wen Li in close combat with the blade.
If she had to take the blade and slash at Wen Li...
Seeing such a scene... she might as well just die.
——
In the Inner Realm, faced with the blade light spanning the sky like a natural disaster, Wen Li’s eyes also contained astonishment.
Was this... Master Zhu?
Forcefully undefeatable.
Wen Li quickly realized this, her path disqualifying her from confronting Zhu Tongjun’s cataclysmic blade head-on.
Wen Li didn’t think much; she held the longsword, formed by True Yuan, lightly moved her feet, using a Sword Step as if an illusion, her figure of white traversing space.
Instantly, Wen Li appeared thousands of miles away, but as she looked back, the blade’s momentum shifted without warning.
"Compressing the Sea of Consciousness..." Wen Li slightly furrowed her brows, her jade-like hand tightly gripping the Phantom Longsword, lightly swung it in front of her.
It seemed like something was cut off.
High in the sky, Li Zhibai’s eyes slightly brightened.
Cutting off... Tongjun’s lock on her?
’Even such a thing can be done.’ Li Zhibai’s eyes were full of admiration. Compared to risking injury for resistance, Wen Li’s approach was undoubtedly the most correct.
This is the elegance of a woman.
Li Zhibai glanced outside the Inner Realm, slightly curving her lips.
If it were Tongjun from back then facing such a challenge, she probably would have resisted it head-on.
The Tongjun from back then, in retrospect... was indeed adorable.
Of course, Tongjun from back then wouldn’t be defeated by Wen Li’s elegant demeanor.
Sure enough, after breaking off the lock, ’Zhu Tongjun’s’ second slash had arrived, mixed with the young girl’s voice as cold as the plum blossom: "Where can you hide!"
A streak of fierce and ruthless blade light stretched far like a twill, cleaving through forests, stirring up maps, as the fierce blade light tore through the airflow like lightning, crossing space appearing right above Wen Li’s head in an instant.
The snowy white blade light raised a chilling icy cold like mercurial water pouring down, slashing straight.
——
’Ah ah ah...’
Li Zhibai found it adorable, but Zhu Pingniang gritted her teeth in anger.
She clutched her skirt tightly with both hands, wishing she could eat that unfeminine version of herself from the Inner Realm.
Where else could she hide?
Would she have been the kind of woman who wasted words in a battle like that?
It seems... she indeed was.
’Ah Li, save your master.’ Zhu Pingniang’s hopeful gaze fell on Wen Li, hoping Wen Li could stand against her so she wouldn’t embarrass herself any further.
The swift blade light, like thunder’s urgings, finally condensed into a towering blade aimed for Wen Li’s head.
Facing that blade light like a deep abyss dragon, Wen Li’s expression was calm; she merely raised her hand lightly.
She swung her sword.
There was no earth-shattering scene, nor any majestic momentum; there was only silver ripples flowing like a mighty river, surging and rippling, the silver-white sword light flowing, meeting it head-on.
The sword and blade finally collided.
Little ripples began to appear, and space creased massively, as if it was about to be broken.
The sword and blade collide, the ground seemingly trembled violently, endless air waves exploding around.
"... Hmm." Li Zhibai silently noted something and also retracted her smile.
Indeed, the Cloud Soaring Realm’s Tongjun is still not quite there, huh.
As she had thought, she had asked that girl to train properly back then, and now... despite giving her all, she can’t even deceive Wen Li to use her trump card.
Just as Li Zhibai thought.
"Crack..."
After a sound resembling shattered glazed, the blade light of ’Zhu Tongjun’ appeared crisscrossed with cracks, shattering bit by bit.
The massive blade light, under a Phantom Sword seemingly ready to vanish at any moment, broke open a fissure.
This is Wen Li’s Sword Intent, subtly noble as a towering mountain range, primitive and weighty.
Even if it formed only a phantom, it still pressured with breath-taking intensity, mighty peaks, standing suddenly, connecting heaven and earth.
Such a sword, how can a mere phantom shake it.
"..." Wen Li’s white, finger-like green onions fingers held the sword, her Liu Mei slightly furrowed.
Engaging in a standoff with the blade like this, is it really good?
This is supposed to be for the junior brother to see, right?
But... the opponent, after all, is a welcoming from master’s side, and the person herself is just watching outside.
Now, with Tongjun master’s temperament, she’s not someone to reason with.
Wen Li hesitated.
Li Zhibai noticed Wen Li’s hesitation and immediately said.
"Don’t hesitate, kill her."
Zhu Pingniang: "..."
