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    "No, I want to train and practice," the girl, who had regained her natural blonde appearance, firmly refused.

    Chen Xuanfeng was taken aback by the girl's words and asked, "Why suddenly talk about training? Didn't you say you wanted to have a good time?"

    The blonde girl shook her head and countered, "Brother, during the battle in the underground ruins, although you used divine techniques to win, you were nearly spent afterward, right? If that Flame Sword Master hadn't escaped, you would have been in danger, wouldn't you?"

    "Hah, you’re worried about that?" Chen Xuanfeng gently stroked Jin Luosha's hair and smiled, "That's not the case. Although I'm not yet proficient with sword and blade divine techniques and need some time to recover after using them, it doesn't mean others can take advantage. Even if the fight had continued that day, I might not have been at a disadvantage."

    Though Chen Xuanfeng said this, Jin Luosha knew that if Morova hadn't escaped, the situation would have become quite difficult. So she raised her little face and said earnestly, "Morova received his Holy Emblem later than I did. He has a super phantom beast companion from the Twelve Sages, and so do I. Plus, I used the power of the 'Golden Fruit.' Yet he has become a Sword Saint and can challenge you, while I could only hide aside during your fight. I don’t want to just stand by; I want to help you in battle."

    Listening to the girl's words, Chen Xuanfeng was deeply moved. Over the years, Jin Luosha had diligently cultivated light magic and divine arts, helping him establish the pro-orc New Light God sect "Heavenly Love." Her assistance had been immeasurable. Yet, she still so earnestly wished to help him. Her determination alone was enough to warm Chen Xuanfeng's heart.

    However, Chen Xuanfeng also knew that while Jin Luosha's magical talent was once-in-a-century, her martial talent was only average, far from the level of geniuses like Xi Luo and Morova. Reaching her current level was already the result of numerous external forces. To advance further and cross the threshold of the Holy Domain with the Holy Emblem would be extremely difficult. Even if she gave up magic to focus solely on martial arts, it’d take her at least a decade to naturally surpass that limit. The only way to break through quickly would be to face a life-and-death trial, unleashing the most primal survival instinct to surpass the limit.

    But to let Jin Luosha face a life-and-death situation? Chen Xuanfeng wouldn't even consider it.

    Still, faced with the girl's enthusiasm, Chen Xuanfeng had no intention of refusing. He directly called upon the elf sisters, Ye Ge and Xue Li, to be Jin Luosha's sparring partners. After all, martial skills were essential for survival, and the more proficient Jin Luosha became, the safer she would be. This level of training wouldn't reach the intensity of a life-and-death battle, but it would be excellent for improving her combat reflexes.

    Jin Luosha was now a Level 10 Sword Master, though with some exaggeration. With the divine weapon "Holy Spear Quinilon," she was quite formidable. Among the elf twin sisters, Ye Ge, as a Tiger Soul Warrior, was surrounded by purple aura, her combat power no less than a human Sword Emperor. Xue Li, with the "Sighing Holy Bow" and "Dream Star Crown," even without using the power of the "Black Gold Treant," her strength approached that of an Arrow God among the elves. Although the elf sisters intentionally held back under Chen Xuanfeng's control, the sheer destructive power of their battle still exceeded the limits of the coral reef island. Soon, they were reprimanded by the island's resident elves.

    "Let's go practice at sea," Jin Luosha simply said in the face of the elves' objections.

    In the martial world of Chen Xuanfeng's past, "stepping on water" or "crossing a river on a reed" was close to legend, and "walking on waves" would make one akin to a deity. However, in this magic-rich world, the "Siat Water-Walking Technique," which allowed mages to walk on water as if on land, was only a third-level spell. Even the "Advanced Water-Walking Spell," which could be cast on others, was only a fifth-level spell. Thus, the three battling girls soon leaped onto the sea to continue their fight.

    Of course, this was also because Jin Luosha's magical power was vast and her mental strength pure. Otherwise, the "Advanced Water-Walking Spell" cast on the three of them, who were not proficient in water magic, could easily be disrupted by the intense combat energy. This also demonstrated that Jin Luosha's magical power far exceeded the total martial power the three were currently using.

    On the sea, the three girls, radiant and graceful, danced across the waves, their white, purple, and silver lights colliding constantly. The sea erupted into towering water columns dozens of meters high, and the mist in the air refracted into dazzling rainbows. It was less of a battle and more of a spectacular performance.

    However, this was only the perspective of a martial arts expert like Chen Xuanfeng. For the elves and smugglers watching from behind the coral island's defenses, the situation was dire.

    While on the island, the three girls had held back somewhat. Now, on the open sea, free from environmental constraints, they unleashed their full power. Since they weren't far from the shore, the aftermath of their battle posed an even greater threat to the island. The merchants and elves, who had little combat ability, were terrified. The purple blade auras that could split the sea by dozens of meters, the dense silver magical arrows like rain, and the pure white light spear that countered both—each was a terrifying force that could annihilate them. In their fear, who had the heart to appreciate the beauty or spectacle? Especially when stray blade auras and arrows occasionally flew over their heads.

    "Great God of Wealth and Luck, please protect your devotee. Let me leave this island safely. I will offer you five hundred... no, eight hundred... well, at most eight hundred and fifty-five gold coins..." a fat smuggler murmured in prayer, instinctively calculating the potential profit and margin of this offering.

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