257. Can you give me some lead time when we fight?

Shen Chunri's eyes darkened slightly, and her heart sank instantly.

In the battle on the arena just now, Nie Shiyun consumed too much spiritual energy.

Unwilling to linger any longer, he turned and prepared to leave.

"You're not allowed to leave!"

The girl's voice was soft yet sharp, without a trace of gentleness. Before she finished speaking, she used her toes to propel herself forward, her figure as swift as a swallow. In the blink of an eye, she caught up with Nie Shiyun, her five fingers closing in and pressing down on her shoulder and back, without hesitation, she gripped her acupoints.

Nie Shiyun's back tensed instantly, a flash of malice crossing her eyes. Already irritable from losing the match, she was now being publicly blocked and restrained by Shen Chunri, and couldn't help but explode in anger: "Do you really think I'm afraid of you?!"

The group from the Dao Seeking Sect who were about to leave blinked, exchanged glances, and conveyed their meanings.

Why did they start fighting?

I do not know.

Why don't you stay and take a look?

Of course.

The group sat back down.

Ning Xiang said coldly, "Your sect's junior sister has quite a temper."

Fu Yao yawned and said casually, "Thank you for your kind offer."

Ning Xiang paused for a moment: "I didn't mean to praise you."

"Oh, so you mean the little snake has a bad temper?" Fu Yao realized, sniffing. "Much better than you were back then."

Ning Xiang:

The competition format is flawed.

There should also be a competition among the team leaders.

Nie Shiyun suddenly exerted force on her shoulder, twisted her body and swung her arm in one smooth motion, with fierce power, attempting to directly break free from Shen Chunri's restraints.

The latter had anticipated this and sensed the explosive force coming from her shoulder. Instead of relaxing, he pressed down with his waist, increasing the pressure with his fingertips: "I said you're not allowed to leave, and that means you're not allowed to leave! You'll wait here!"

"Let go!" Nie Shiyun shouted coldly, his expression turning icy.

She slammed her elbow backward with all her might, infusing it with the residual force of her fiery breath, aiming straight for Shen Chunri's vulnerable chest and abdomen. Her attack was sharp and merciless: "Are you out of your mind? The stupidity of your snake clan is suffocating me! Get the hell out of my sight!"

Shen Chunri snorted coldly: "This young lady? Who isn't a young lady? I've never lost to anyone when it comes to family background!"

After saying that, he twisted his waist to the side, barely avoiding the vital points. At the same time, the hand that was holding his shoulder and back suddenly flipped over, locking Nie Shiyun's arm and pulling him forward hard with the force!

"Click—"

A low, cracking sound came from the slight misalignment of the joints.

Nie Shiyun's entire arm was twisted and restrained, forcing her body to lean forward.

"What are you doing?" Lu Qingyou's eyes widened, and he reached out to stop them without hesitation. "Why can't we leave?!"

"Bang--!"

Shen Chunri moved with lightning speed, kicking the man to the side and sending him flying more than ten meters away.

Nie Shiyun glared at her angrily: "Do you want to die?!"

If it were an ordinary cultivator, they would have already begged for mercy, crying out for their parents, after being twisted like this by Shen Chunri, who possesses superhuman strength.

But Nie Shiyun was born in Nanchuan and inherited her mother's bloodline, giving her a physique far superior to ordinary people. She suddenly swept her foot across the ground, delivering a sharp tripping kick, trying to force the other party to let go: "Get out of my way!"

Shen Chunri lightly tapped his foot, deftly dodging the sweeping kick. At the same time, he bent his knee and lowered it, his hard knee slamming into Nie Shiyun's lower back. A vicious smile curled at the corner of his lips: "I said you're not allowed to leave, are you deaf?!"

Nie Shiyun groaned in pain as his lower back was struck, causing his blood and qi to surge. His anger surged to the surface, leaving no room for retreat. He suddenly poured his fiery spiritual power into his twisted arm, and dark red flames exploded along the bone gaps, the scorching energy fiercely eroding outwards.

Shen Chunri felt a slight numbness from the burning fire, and the restraints loosened instantly. He winced in pain and hissed.

This is the moment of weakness!

Nie Shiyun suddenly spun around, breaking free while simultaneously striking Shen Chunri's chin with her elbow. Her movements were swift, decisive, and ruthless: "Are you people from the Feng Hua Sect even less reasonable than me?"

What kind of logic is it to not let people leave even after winning the battle?

Shen Chunri's eyes narrowed, her neck recoiled rapidly, her hair whipped wildly by the strong wind, she raised her hand and curled her fingers into a palm, her fingertips wrapped in dark green Bi Ling poison mist, and slapped at Nie Shiyun's vital chest. The immense force made her tiger's mouth go numb.

"I would never fucking reason with a bird that can only breathe fire!"

Nie Shiyun's eyes flashed with ferocity. Taking advantage of the moment when she retreated, she suddenly lunged forward, her toes barely touching the ground, closing in on Shen Chunri. She raised her hand and delivered a clean, sharp straight punch, the force of which carried the whirlwind of fire, aimed at Shen Chunri's face: "All you can do is spew poison! What are you so arrogant about, you stinking Nascent Soul cultivator? I'll crush you with one punch!"

"Say that again," Shen Chunri raised his hand to block the fist, gritting his teeth, his knuckles cracking, "I'll beat you to death today!"

"All you do is talk big? You attacked from behind, and now what advantage do you have? I'll return your senior brother's words to you," Nie Shiyun sneered. "You piece of trash, get back to the garbage dump and your snake pit!"

Xie Weixing raised an eyebrow.

Is there anything else about him?

"What are they doing?" Yu Xintang didn't understand, watching the spectacle with her arms crossed, wishing she could crack a couple of sunflower seeds for a bit of fun. "Did their two disciples just finish a big competition and suddenly decide they wanted to have a thrilling free-fighting match?"

Xie Weixing's lips twitched slightly: "I don't know, I'm not sure, I have no idea. Who offended her this time?"

Is there any chance that their Feng Hua Sect can avoid being banned from the competition?

Forget it, let her hit me first. He'll step in when she needs to make excuses later.

Jiang Yinhuan, who was watching, remained expressionless: "What did she just curse? 'Stinky Nascent Soul'?"

Lin Qiaoyu scoffed, "What did we Nascent Soul cultivators do to her?"

She rolled up her sleeves, ready to join the battle immediately.

Huo Jiangmei remained calm, having anticipated this, and grabbed the back of her neck, slapping her across the face.

"Snapped!"

Lin Qiaoyu became obedient. She shrank back like a quail and slowly withdrew.

Yan Wuyou, standing beside him, held his sword as if it were nothing out of the ordinary.

Rong Juyan remained calm as the two men continued fighting in the stands.

This junior sister of Feng Hua Sect is indeed very skilled in close combat; otherwise, it would be impossible for someone at the Nascent Soul Realm to fight to a draw with Nie Shiyun, who is at the Tai Xu Realm, under such circumstances.

Shen Chunri grabbed Nie Shiyun's wrist with his backhand, and with a powerful thrust of his waist, lifted her up cleanly, intending to slam her to the ground. He gritted his teeth and sneered, "You think you can just not leave like that? Do you expect me to give you a reason? Beat me and you can go wherever you want! If you're so capable, make sure I can't stop you!"

Nie Shiyun reacted extremely quickly, twisting her body and contracting her abdomen in mid-air to dissipate most of Shen Chunri's strength. She landed firmly on her feet, staggered slightly, and uttered a disgusted remark: "Crazy woman."

The two engaged in close combat once again. The girl's figure twisted and flew so fast that only afterimages remained. The force of their battle caused the blue stone arena to shatter into pieces, and the sound of tearing clothes was sharp and piercing.

"What's going on between the Feng Hua Sect and the Tian Xuan Sect? Weren't they fighting enough just now? Are they going to continue?"

"It seems that after the competition, that junior sister from Feng Hua Sect wouldn't let anyone leave, and a fight broke out."

Why wouldn't she let Miss Nie leave?

"I don't know. Why can't we just talk things out? This is too domineering."

"Sigh, when have you ever seen the Feng Hua Sect speak properly, except when they're cursing? They've always been like this."

Duan Qitian, standing on the high platform, lowered his gaze and raised his hand, unleashing a burst of spiritual energy: "Insolence! Who gave you permission to engage in this private duel!"

Jiang Yinhuan, who was watching from the sidelines, clicked her tongue and said, "Master is angry, but why are they fighting? Wasn't the competition already over?"

"I don't understand," Lin Qiaoyu said, somewhat puzzled. "The outcome of the match was already decided, and then they suddenly started fighting for no reason..."

The punitive spirit was about to strike the two of them.

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Yunmei is going to get a beating.