"I yield! I yield! I yield!!" she cried, ears drooping as tears pricked her eyes.
Only then did Eve untie her, lowering her to the ground as Xiao Wu covered her butt with both hands and hopped away in embarrassment.
Eve dusted her hands lightly and turned toward Tang San with a relaxed smile.
"You're next."
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Same as Xiao Wu before, Tang San stepped forward to stand opposite Eve. His expression was calm on the surface, but his eyes…They carried coldness.
He raised his hand.
"Martial Soul: Blue Silver Grass."
Light flickered as a cluster of vines spread out from his hand, swaying gently like living tendrils. Two Yellow Rings rose up signifying his Level 24 cultivation.
Across from him, Eve held the Myriad Transformation Fan with one hand, her four soul rings floating elegantly behind her. The battle began instantly.
Tang San did not give her even a heartbeat to react.
"First Soul Skill — Bind!"
Countless strands of Blue Silver Grass shot upward from the ground, thick and thin vines rising simultaneously like a net of living serpents. They surged forward, aiming to wrap around Eve's wrists, ankles, waist—every possible angle of restraint.
But Eve was already moving.
Her fan shimmered with soul power.
"First Soul Skill — Razor."
The edges of the painted fan turned impossibly sharp, thin lines of cold light extending like blades.
She flicked her wrist.
Swish—sh, sh, sh!
The fan cut in elegant arcs, slicing through the Blue Silver Grass vines as though they were paper. Severed pieces fell to the ground one after another.
But Tang San was already behind her.
His movements blurred—light footsteps, shifting shadows.
"Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track."
His figure flickered unpredictably, approaching Eve with a silent, lethal grace. His eyes narrowed, and deep within them… killing intent flashed.
'It doesn't matter what kind of disguise you wear. It doesn't matter what soul skills you hide.'
'I will kill you.'
'No one humiliates Xiao Wu.'
Eve sensed the hostility, but her expression remained unchanged—calm, even slightly amused.
She met his attack head-on.
Tang San struck with a swift palm, immediately following with a sophisticated Tang Sect technique.
"Controlling Crane, Catching Dragon!"
The motion was clean, precise, and aimed directly at Eve's wrist—the weakness for anyone holding a weapon. His fingers sought to twist her grip, snatch the fan, or at least disrupt her stance.
But the moment he touched her—
Her wrist shifted by a fraction of a degree, slipping out of his control like flowing water.
Tang San's pupils shrank.
Before he could adjust, Eve countered with a deceptively simple motion of the fan. The razor-sharp edges sliced toward him. At that speed and angle… any ordinary person would have lost a hand.
But Tang San's fingers glowed with the clear, glazed light of Mysterious Jade Hands, deflecting the blade-like edge with a crisp ding!
They clashed repeatedly.
Ding! Ding! Swish!
Sharp arcs of fan-blade light.
Silent, ghostly footwork.
Tang San's Tang Sect techniques were executed flawlessly, each movement deadly and precise.
But—
He was being pushed back.
"How…?" Tang San's brows furrowed deeply.
Every time he shifted to use a Tang Sect technique… Eve anticipated it.
Every time he sought an opening…Her fan blocked it with absurd precision, as though she had practiced against Tang Sect martial techniques her entire life.
Tang San's confusion grew.
Even with his God King memories—even with his enhanced mental strength—his attacks were being neutralized almost effortlessly.
Of course he didn't know.
Qian Renxue had already analyzed every martial arts technique inside his mind.As a clone Eve inherited all of that insight.
Eve's lips curved slightly.
"Is this all?"
Her voice was gentle, but to Tang San, it felt like mockery.
His grip tightened as his killing intent surged even higher.Tang San's thoughts churned rapidly .
'Her fighting style… familiar. Where have I—'
His eyes narrowed.
'Fine. Let's see how you handle this.'
'Hidden Weapon Technique — Goddess Scattering Flowers.'
Hidden weapons were the Tang Sect's true killing arts.And even without meticulously crafted mechanisms, everything around him could become a blade in his hands.
'Even Zhao Wuji, a Soul Sage, had been forced into a mess by the endless barrage of this technique.''You? A Soul Ancestor? You will fall.'
Tang San's fingers twitched.
Rocks, pebbles, broken branches, clumps of hardened soil—all of them shot forward in a continuous, dense stream. They were launched with perfect angles, each trajectory calculating the dead angle of Eve's stance and footwork.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
To an untrained eye, it looked like random trash being thrown.But every piece carried lethal intention.
And yet—
Eve's expression didn't change.
She flicked her fan casually, each motion light and almost lazy.The delicate looking fan struck the projectiles one after another:
Ding… ding… tak… tak… swish—
She didn't even step back.
If anything, the only effect was mild annoyance crossing her beautiful face, as though she were swatting away flies.
Tang San's brows twitched.
'Impossible. No Soul Ancestor should be able to read my angles so clearly…'
But before he could press the attack—
The second soul ring behind Eve lit up with bright yellow light.
Her calm voice echoed:
"Second Soul Skill — Eye of Storm."
She raised her fan and gently swept it forward.
The world answered.
A twisting pillar of wind surged outward—violent, roaring, spiraling. The air pressure changed instantly, and the projectile storm Tang San launched was seized, compressed, and flung backward with several times the original force.
"—!"
Tang San's scalp tingled.
The barrage he had thrown a moment ago now rained down on him with terrifying momentum.