Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return

Chapter 1320: Little Taowu’s Despicable and Shameless Attacks

The earth trembled, and dust flew in the competition platform. With a dull groan, a figure flew out from the dust like a kite with a broken string.Below the stage, a gasp of surprise erupted once again.

Everyone saw it clearly: the one who flew out of the competition platform was Lv Junran. One sword, just one sword, and Lv Junran, an Eighth Rank Sword Master, was struck down by Mu Hanyan, a Sixth-level Sword Master. Her true combat power was terrifying.

In truth, Lv Junran’s cultivation was two levels higher than Mu Hanyan’s as an Eighth Rank Sword Master. Even if his true combat power couldn’t match hers, he shouldn’t have been so cleanly and swiftly defeated. But this sword, both sides exerted their full strength, with no room for tricks. It was a pure contest of sword power.

No matter if he was an Eighth Rank Sword Master, what swordsmanship on this earth could compare to the Star Falling Eight Desolate Sword? It would be surprising if he didn’t lose.

Quick and decisive—this was precisely the result Mu Hanyan most hoped to see.

Seeing Lv Junran being hacked off the stage without resistance, Liu Rulong was once again taken aback, and Mu Hanyan did not give him much time to think; she slashed out with the Star Falling Eight Desolates once more.

Compared to the previous Heavenly Flying Immortal, the sword power this time was several times stronger; even Lv Junran couldn’t withstand it, so how could Liu Rulong possibly escape?

With a groan, Liu Rulong was also sent flying off the competition platform.

Mu Hanyan turned around and walked step by step towards Zhao Han.

"I’ll scratch you to death, scratch you to death." Taowu was still circling Zhao Han, its little claws quickly scratching back and forth, relentlessly targeting beneath its opponent, as if it was determined to fight dirty to the end.

Zhao Han swirled his longsword continuously, forced into a corner, sweating profusely, and even his legs subconsciously clamped together, making his posture look more awkward than ever.

Even though Taowu was just a Beast Soul Avatar and far less powerful than him, the problem was this guy was undeterred by death. It had been hit by several swords, yet apart from appearing more and more phantasmal, it was unharmed. However, its method of attack was so despicably shameless that, if not for his quick reflexes, he would have almost had his key points scratched several times.

"Nine Heavens, Star Fall." Mu Hanyan could not stand it any longer; even she felt ashamed by such tactics and just wanted to end the battle quickly.

Because the Star Falling Eight Desolates could only be used three times before exhausting all Qi, this time, Mu Hanyan used Nine Heavens Star Fall. However, Zhao Han was only a Sixth-level Sword Master, and with Taowu to assist, Nine Heavens Star Fall was sufficient.

Yet, just as she was slashing out this sword, Mu Hanyan realized even Nine Heavens Star Fall was excessive. Halfway through the slash, she saw Taowu suddenly become spirited, charging fearlessly at Zhao Han’s lower body, its little claws quickly scratching back and forth.

After taking several hits but gaining no advantage, this guy seemed desperate. It was a Divine Beast, after all, behaving so disgracefully was losing the face of a Divine Beast, and yet it had not gained any upper hand; how could it face being called a Divine Beast if word got out?

Zhao Han was startled, his face turned pale, and instinctively he swung his sword defensively, almost ignoring the sword coming straight at him from Mu Hanyan.

"Ah!" Shocked cries erupted once again from beneath the stage, with some even covering their eyes.

Everyone knew that with this sword coming down, Zhao Han would inevitably be decapitated, and blood would splash three feet high.

Mu Hanyan did not expect the indecent and shameful attack from Taowu to apply such significant psychological pressure on Zhao Han. As the sword was about to strike his body, Mu Hanyan tilted the sword, striking Zhao Han with the flat side.

"Bang," with a muffled sound, Zhao Han was also sent flying off the competition platform.

Mu Hanyan clearly saw a hint of relief and solace in his eyes. She faintly understood that if it were not for upholding his dignity as a swordsman, he might have jumped down himself long ago, her sword actually helped him.

From this, it was not hard to see what a significant psychological shadow Taowu’s indecent antics left in his mind.

"Awooo..." Seeing that the victory was so close yet ultimately undone, Taowu waved its little claws in discontent.

Mu Hanyan glared at it fiercely, and Taowu immediately put on an ingratiating smile, shaking its head and tail as it came to Mu Hanyan’s side, affectionately nuzzling her pants. It looked just like a flattering little pet dog.

With no principles whatsoever, even Mu Hanyan was speechless at this creature.

Turning around, Mu Hanyan walked towards Zhao Feng and Tie Zheng.

"We admit defeat!" Seeing Mu Hanyan raise the Cold Sky Sword again, Zhao Feng and Tie Zheng exchanged glances, gritted their teeth, and jumped off the competition platform voluntarily.

Although their cultivation was somewhat superior to Huayue and others, after all, it was two against four, at best they could balance and stall the opponents momentarily. But now that Lv Junran, Zhao Han, and Liu Rulong were all off the stage, what use was there in continuing?

They had seen Mu Hanyan’s strength as well. Even without Huayue and others, the two of them would not be opponents for her. Adding Huayue and others, all options led to their defeat. Furthermore, they sensed that Huayue and others had not used all their strength but held back.

Thus, the two of them decisively admitted defeat and left the stage themselves.

Seeing the final two from the Western Qin Country jump off the stage, there was a momentary dead silence around the audience.

Three swords, only three swords, and Mu Hanyan defeated the three masters from the Western Qin, forcing the other two to concede voluntarily—such a result was completely unexpected to them.

"I didn’t expect your strength to be so potent, no wonder Nan Aotian lost to you. But today, you were just lucky. If I hadn’t been too careless, defeating me wouldn’t have been that easy," Lv Junran said, finally getting up from the ground, with defiance in his voice.

"You’re right, if you weren’t too eager to succeed, trying to defeat me quickly, it indeed wouldn’t be easy for me to win against you. If you had fought steadily and independently against me while others dealt with my teammates, it would have been hard to say who would have won in the end." Mu Hanyan nodded as she spoke.

Hearing Mu Hanyan’s words, the people below the stage began to contemplate. What Mu Hanyan said was indeed true. Although Lv Junran’s combat strength was not as strong as Mu Hanyan’s, he was still an Eighth Rank Sword Master. If he hadn’t been so eager, if he fought steadily, it wouldn’t have been so easy for Mu Hanyan to beat him. If they delayed a little, Zhao Feng and Zhao Han’s strength could easily defeat Huayue and others, and in the end, it would have been five against one. Even with Mu Hanyan’s strength, she might have had no choice but to concede.

Of course, they didn’t know that Huayue and the others had hidden their strength, and even if Lv Junran and others changed tactics, the result would still be the same.

"As long as you understand." Lv Junran said, retaining his arrogance.

"Unfortunately, understanding doesn’t matter, you still lost. They say not to fear god-like opponents but pig-like teammates. If it weren’t for your self-conceitedness, you actually still had a fighting chance. But because of your stupidity, you squandered your best opportunity." Mu Hanyan shook her head, saying bluntly, not bothering to be polite with someone as obstinate as Lv Junran.

"What did you say!" Lv Junran’s smug expression froze on his face.