Chapter 407: Harmless Little Junior Sister

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The King of Xifeng has arrived, and the previously silent stands finally regained some vitality. Many disciples of the Xifeng Holy Sanctuary pumped their fists fiercely and shouted with all their might.

The score of 2-1 or the danger of match point no longer mattered now. Just seeing Zhao Ziyue made the Xifeng disciples feel as if victory was already assured. At this moment, they no longer worried about the outcome—they were just fans, here to enjoy this magnificent match!

Zhao Ziyue's face showed no trace of emotion. He had long been accustomed to big moments, and no amount of cheers could sway his heart.

His battle with Hei Wukai and his journey to Dragon City had tempered his restless spirit. Now, Zhao Ziyue had the demeanor of a true top-tier expert, his cultivation even more refined than during his time in Dragon City!

He walked to the center of the arena and took his position. The entire martial arena fell silent, with over twenty thousand pairs of eyes fixed on him, yet he acted completely unfazed. He simply pointed toward the direction of Old Wang Squad's Wang Feng.

"Wang Feng, today I will make you understand a truth—no matter how many Skyburst Grenades you have, they are nothing but flashy gimmicks. Against solid strength, they are utterly useless." Zhao Ziyue smiled faintly, his gaze carrying a hint of provocation as he looked at Wang Feng. "You dare accept?"

Truth be told, Wang Feng's 'invincible ice bees' tactic had recently become a hot topic league-wide, especially after the battle with Fire God Mountain. Many tactical experts had analyzed and simulated various countermeasures, but the conclusion was clear: under the rules of the challenge matches, where one couldn't leave the arena, and without a flying Spirit Beast, fighting Wang Feng was basically suicide. Being trapped in a confined space and forced to endure dozens of Skyburst Grenades? Forget Tiger Peak disciples—even a ghost level expert would struggle (assuming flight was restricted for ghost level combatants).

In short, the consensus was that this seemingly simple tactic was nearly impossible for Holy Sanctuary disciples to counter. The best strategy against Wang Feng was to send a sacrificial pawn to forfeit immediately, saving everyone time and effort—just concede the match.

But now, Zhao Ziyue was actively challenging Wang Feng?

"Captain, you're badass! Take down that show-off king!" The martial arena, which had just erupted in noise, fell silent for a brief moment before excitement lit up the faces of all Xifeng disciples.

Yes, if they were going to crush their opponents, they would crush the strongest one! Whether he played dirty or not, overwhelming strength would prevail—that was the Xifeng way!

And it wasn't just the Holy Sanctuary disciples. The reporters at the sidelines were equally thrilled. On one side was the strongest spear, one of the Holy Sanctuary's top ten experts. On the other was the ultimate 'cheater,' the alliance's rising star. Who would win? Since Zhao Ziyue dared to provoke Wang Feng openly, everyone knew he must have a plan—likely a tactic specifically designed to counter the ice bees. This match would be unfavorable for Wang Feng, but honestly, Wang Feng had no reason to refuse.

After all, Zhao Ziyue was one of the Holy Sanctuary's top ten. For him to challenge some unranked nobody was an immense honor! To receive such recognition from a top-ten expert, any normal young man would feel his blood boiling with excitement, unable to resist the thrill of battle. There was no way he could possibly...

Old Wang's eyes widened. "You tell me to fight, and I just obey? That'd make me look weak. No, I won't fight!"

The noisy arena fell silent for a moment before bursting into laughter. The guy was obviously scared, yet he still dared to sound so tough.

"How can a man refuse a challenge?"

"This guy only dares to bully the weak. When faced with someone strong, he cowers!"

"Haha, the captain of a team, too scared to accept a challenge? If you're afraid, just say so! No need for excuses—disgusting!"

Mockery and laughter erupted from all sides.

"Wang Feng, if you don't dare to fight, just say so. A real man doesn't make excuses." Zhao Ziyue smiled faintly. "Back when you fought Fire God Mountain, Captain Valaroca also challenged you, and at that time—"

"You're really full of it. Captain Valaroca was open and honorable—it was an honor to face him. What are you?" Old Wang couldn't help but laugh. Was this guy really asking for it? What was he? The 'Eternal Spear' Zhao Ziyue? Wasn't he supposed to be someone?

The buzzing noise in the martial arena instantly died down, and Zhao Ziyue's expression stiffened slightly.

From the stands of Ice Spirit and Fire God Mountain, uproarious laughter broke out. Retsun Chai Jing shouted, "Old Wang, you're the best!"

Aota, who had always resented Zhao Ziyue's higher ranking, rolled up his sleeves and flexed his muscles on the stands. "Hey hey hey! Mr. Number Seven, in the Dragon City ruins, I hunted seventeen tokens and even slashed Blood Demon Manku once! Unlike you—you're just riding coattails! How the hell is your ranking higher than mine? Admit it, did you buy your rank?"

As the saying goes, don't slap a man in the face. Zhao Ziyue's expression darkened instantly, but before he could vent his anger, Wang Feng continued, "...Well, to deal with you, I think my junior sister will be more than enough. Mapeier, teach this guy a lesson for your senior brother!"

The already quiet arena became utterly silent. Everyone stared dumbfounded as the busty girl behind Wang Feng obediently acknowledged his words and stood up without hesitation. This...

Who was that busty girl? Holy Sanctuary's Light had long published detailed reports. Many had initially thought she was some hidden expert Rose had recruited, but the truth was—she was just a little follower Wang Feng had picked up in Dragon City! Before going to Dragon City, she had merely been an auxiliary exorcist and potion master in Judgment Holy Sanctuary—a girl who had been confirmed by Judgment to have no fighting skills whatsoever!

Faced with a challenge from one of the Holy Sanctuary's top ten experts, refusing to fight was one thing, but sending your weakest fighter in his place? It wasn't that people didn't understand the strategy of sacrificing the weak to preserve the strong, but damn it, shouldn't you show some damn respect to a top expert?!

After a brief moment of stunned silence, the entire arena exploded in outrage.

"Wang Feng, are you even a real man? Got no shame?!"

"Wang Feng! You coward—you’re a disgrace to humanity, a disgrace to leading Rose, you’re unworthy to challenge the Eight Holy Sanctuaries!"

"Hick! Back down now if you want to salvage any dignity! Otherwise, you’ll be infamous for eternity!"

Amidst the torrent of insults, Old Wang remained unfazed, casually patting Mapeier’s head with a smirk. "Don’t hold back. Crush him."

Mapeier gave a slow, almost robotic nod. As she stepped onto the stage, two golden wheels materialized in her hands.

Wait... she’s seriously gonna fight?

The Xifeng disciples were practically tearing their hair out. Their throats were raw from screaming, yet it was useless. They could only watch as that so-called "useless beauty" strutted onto the field like a circus act, twirling those wheels before their mightiest warrior.

The outcome was set in stone. No amount of cursing would change it.

The hell… What, those toy wheels gonna turn her into a damn Magic Rail Train? She’s just a damn potion master and backup exorcist! Who’s she kidding?

Is this a joke? Look at that clown outfit—Zhao Ziyue could sneeze and blow her outta the ring!

As the woman stopped before him, Zhao Ziyue’s anger ignited.

This wasn’t tactics—this was a slap in the face!

After Dragon City, after being publicly crushed by Hei Wukai, Zhao Ziyue had tasted both glory and humiliation. He’d endured the mockery, emerged tougher—he’d grown a damn thick skin. Nothing should faze him now. Yet this utter dismissal… Wait!

Zhao Ziyue’s fury froze mid-snarl, morphing into wary tension.

This woman... gave him the creeps.

The meter-wide golden wheels resembled intersecting X-shapes, edges razor-sharp. They vaguely recalled the Eight Tribes’ peerless rings but were distinctly off. They looked like a joke at first glance, but Zhao Ziyue sensed menace. The weapons were one thing—but her eyes? By Wang Feng, she’d seemed docile. Now, facing him, her gaze burned like a wolf spider’s, locked on prey.

His gut screamed *danger*—Zhao Ziyue went tense.

Being one of the Ten Greats, he trusted his gut. In half a second, rage gave way to icy focus.

Few in the Holy Sanctuary could threaten him.

Hei Wukai. Darkmoon Island’s De Broglie. Maybe Maxwell. Ye Dun? That perpetually smiling guy never raised alarms.

These were the elite Ten Greats, the undisputed strongest. So who the hell was this woman, and why did she…?

The Xifeng disciples’ jeers faltered as they noticed the shift.

Zhao Ziyue’s expression had turned deadly serious. He gripped his Eternal Spear, eyes locked on the seemingly harmless girl—now treating her as a genuine threat.

The arena’s atmosphere, once farcical, turned lethal.

What’s happening? The disciples scrambled for explanations.

"Senior Brother Zhao’s too damn gracious! I’d’ve cursed Wang’s ancestors eighteen generations back by now!"

"Classy Zhao, trashy Wang! Like night and damn day!"

"Pfft! Wang’s not fit to lick Zhao’s boots!"

The chatter died as the air in the arena went electric.

Zhao Ziyue’s right hand twisted. With a sharp *shing!*, the Eternal Spear carved a silver arc through the air before stabilizing, tip pointed down.

And the next second, a surging wave of soul force erupted violently from Zhao Ziyue.

Boom!

Like a deity of war, silver soul force surged from the ground up, like searing flames. Even his hair, tied up with silver rings, swayed slightly with the rising torrent of soul force. In an instant, his presence was overwhelming!

The disciples of Xifeng Holy Sanctuary were momentarily stunned. Was all this really needed for a pretty face? But before they could recover, they saw Mapeier's hands holding the twin wheels tremble slightly.

Boom!

A soul force blaze just as fierce as Zhao Ziyue's burst forth from Mapeier as well!

It was a crimson soul force—not like fire, but more akin to blood! The scarlet wind of blood made the golden twin wheels gleam like weapons from an Asura's slaughterhouse, and Mapeier herself was undoubtedly the Asura incarnate!

Silver and red, the surging soul force burned and erupted like flames from both of them, clashing fiercely, searing like the midday sun!

Everyone was dumbfounded. That vase… was actually a Tiger Peak expert???

But even if she was at Tiger Peak, did she really intend to fight Zhao Ziyue?

Since when were the Ten Greats so easy to match?

Both at Tiger Peak, their soul pressures evenly matched, now locked in a direct confrontation in the arena.

The arena fell deathly silent, the atmosphere turning tense in an instant. No one had expected that vase-like girl to possess strength rivaling Zhao Ziyue's—was this for real? But what shocked them even more was that, during the standoff, the one who moved first was actually the woman.

Crimson soul force surged into the twin wheels in her hands. The wheels were truly peculiar—under the infusion of Mapeier's soul force, the engraved patterns on their surfaces began to glow, emitting a bloody red light from the grooves.

Honestly, nobody could make out what runes were inscribed on them, but the sheer number of engravings covering nearly the entire surface of the golden wheels spoke volumes about their complexity. This had to be a master's work, perhaps even on par with Zhao Ziyue's Eternal Spear. So why had nobody heard of these?

Just as this thought crossed everyone's minds, Mapeier struck.

The golden wheels, now shimmering with crimson runes, suddenly streaked forward like twin comets, hurtling toward Zhao Ziyue.

Zhao Ziyue had been observing her, his focus unshakable. With a swift arc of his Eternal Spear, two ear-splitting clangs echoed as the ferocious golden wheels were deflected. Though their momentum was fearsome, Zhao Ziyue's strength was even more terrifying—he batted them aside one-handed.

"All flash, no fight!" someone shouted from the stands, but no one echoed the sentiment. Everyone was wide-eyed, watching as the golden wheels were deflected—only for a blood-red dagger to silently appear at Zhao Ziyue's chest in the same instant.

Too fast!

Not just the Holy Sanctuary disciples in the stands, even Zhao Ziyue was momentarily stunned.

He hadn't felt any surge of soul force from her, yet she'd shadowed the wheels like a wraith, appearing right before him. How had she moved like that?

Having just swung his spear, his defenses were wide open. Zhao Ziyue forced himself into a backward dodge, narrowly avoiding the dagger as it grazed his chest. At the same time, his right leg lashed out in a counter—simple yet executed with the speed and precision of a Tiger Peak master. In mid-air, his opponent should have had no way to evade.

But Mapeier moved impossibly. Despite having no leverage in the air, she twisted unnaturally to the left, as if yanked by unseen strings. Her body spun, and the blood-red dagger reversed its grip, aiming straight for Zhao Ziyue's temple as he leaned back.

Zhao Ziyue jerked his head aside while swinging his Eternal Spear in retaliation—but then, the sharp whistling of wind reached his ears. The two golden wheels he had just deflected were already hurtling back toward him, faster and more forceful than before.

How could deflected wheels return like that? Everyone was baffled, but a few elders on the high platform frowned slightly.

"It's spider silk," Fu Changsheng said coldly. "She's using silk strands to control the wheels. A rare Spider soul variant."

Insect-type souls were peculiar—most were pathetically weak, but there were exceptions. Special variants, for instance.

They were hailed as some of the world's finest assassins. Fu Changsheng knew them well—after all, Holy City had one such individual. In fact, one was sitting right there on the platform!

Yan Ruoyu, though affiliated with Holy Sanctuary, belonged to Holy City's so-called "Saint Disciples" class and wasn't ranked among ordinary Holy Sanctuary disciples. He rarely interacted with them. Now, his sharp gaze was fixed on Mapeier and the flying golden wheels below. This was the first time he had seen someone with the same soul type in reality—yet her use of spider silk differed from his own.

So this is the Red Spider!

Not only others—even Zhao Ziyue, at the heart of the clash, noticed—her spider silk was impossibly fine, linked to those twin golden wheels, creating a tug-of-war effect. She could reel the wheels back at will or harness their momentum to perform uncanny maneuvers, even mid-air flight.

The dagger and wheels struck in perfect unison now, a flawless coordination with near-perfect control, drawing Zhao Ziyue’s grudging respect.

A sharp glint flashed in his eyes as the Eternal Spear deflected the wheels, while his silver-ringed ponytail lashed out like a whip toward Mapeier.

*Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!*

The Eternal Spear parried the golden wheels, while the silver rings blocked the dagger—every clash resolved in an instant.

The recoil sent both combatants spinning through the air. Zhao Ziyue landed steady on one foot, but Mapeier, as if weightless, halted mid-rotation and—without leverage—slammed toward Zhao Ziyue like a human projectile.

The skirmish became a battle of spacing. Though a spear excels in close combat, its sweet spot lies three body lengths away, while a dagger is deadliest up close.

Distance mastery separates true martial artists, and here Zhao Ziyue shone. His blistering footwork and the Eternal Spear’s rapid jabs kept Mapeier just beyond her ideal range. Yet she countered with inhuman agility, yanking herself via silk-strung wheels into impossible evasions. The wheels whirled back in relentless strikes while her threads snaked out—entangling, tripping, denying Zhao Ziyue his optimal reach.

Locked now at a tense one-and-a-half body lengths apart, neither could advance nor retreat. Dozens of exchanges flashed by in seconds.

The duel set the arena ablaze. A thrill to behold! Whether Rose supporters from Ice Spirit Holy Sanctuary and Fire God Mountain or Western Peak disciples in the stands, none had dreamed that supposed "delicate flower" could trade blows with Zhao Ziyue on equal footing!

Mapeier had hit her stride. Her assault was a relentless barrage—first a dagger-and-wheel blitz for a quick finish, then, thwarted, she pivoted to endurance.

Dagger strikes grew sparse; the wheels attacked faster, their accumulating force pinning Zhao Ziyue down. Meanwhile, her spider silk became a weapon unto itself.

Soft strands coiled around him like ropes, or rigid threads—nearly invisible—laced the ground, waiting to trip him mid-step.

Calculating, vicious—every inch the assassin. She packed two seconds of cunning into every one, her meek facade obliterated. Who could believe this terror had spent a month on the challenge road playing maid to that Wang Feng?

"The blend of both supple and rigid spider silk—this girl is something else!" Fu Changsheng's expression shifted from initial aloofness to genuine intrigue.

Special breeds are uncommon, but veterans like them have seen plenty. Spider types tend to be either rigid or flexible, but mastering both is rare—especially with this level of skill. The silk controlling the twin golden rings is pliant, while the strands used for traps and attacks are steel-strong. That’s the mark of a rare assassin-type.

"With talent like that, wasting it among Rose’s ranks is like casting pearls before swine!" Zhao Feiyuan couldn’t hide his envy and regret. Someone this exceptional, yet she chose Rose.

Fu Changsheng caught his drift and smirked. "Rose is finished today. Their dissolution is inevitable. Once the tree falls, the monkeys scatter—these top-tier disciples will become hot commodities for every major Holy Sanctuary. If you’re serious, Feiyuan, you’d better move fast. Since you’re the one crushing Rose, you’ll need smooth talk to reel them in before someone else snatches your prize."

Zhao Feiyuan laughed. "Appreciate the heads-up, Changsheng. But let’s seal the win first."