I Don’t Want to Get Hurt, So I’ll Max Out My Defense

Chapter 1114: Chapter 1115: Pretending to be Young? What a Coincidence, I’m Also 18 Chapter 1114: Chapter 1115: Pretending to be Young? What a Coincidence, I’m Also 18 Darkness filled his vision as Cui Geng collapsed to the ground, completely devoid of life.

Whether it was the Ye Wushuang who had her head torn off by him moments ago or the Ye Wushuang who now had her arm thrust through his chest, both were clones created from toxic miasma. He had not managed to catch a glimpse of the true figure of Ye Wushuang even at the brink of death.

Where was she, really?

Had she truly entered the stage?

However, this was a question he was doomed never to know the answer to.

Below the arena, a crowd of exceptional cultivators stood with stagnant eyes, collectively petrified.

The outcome was too unexpected, and they had entirely failed to understand what had happened during the duel. How had Ye Wushuang managed it?

How did both Ye Wushuangs disappear in an instant?

All that remained on the entire arena was the corpse of Cui Geng Fish.

“What’s going on?”

“Another death?”

“Where is Immortal Ye from the Five Poison Cult? Why is only Cui Geng left on the stage?”

“Who was it that pierced through the real body of Cui Geng Fish? Was it Immortal Ye, or one of her clones? How did she do it?”

The faces of the prodigies were all less than pleasant.

The mortality rate for these duels was rather high, with three fights resulting in three deaths. With one dead for every fight on the arena, how could anyone continue to participate?

Besides, they had seen very clearly how the opponents died in the first and second duels, with Third Young Master of the Han Family and Su Yunbing from the Hundred Flowers Sect both instantly killing their opponents, overwhelmingly suppressing them with terrifying strength. Although frightening in power, at least they could make a judgment in their hearts.

But as for this Ye Wushuang from the Five Poison Cult, it was unintelligible to them. They had thought it would be a bloody battle, yet suddenly, Cui Geng Fish was annihilated, and most crucially, after taking his life, that Ye Wushuang turned into a wisp of poisoned smoke and dissipated. How exactly did she kill him?

Where was her real body?

At one corner of the arena, where no one was present, space suddenly twisted and warped, and a figure emerged, clad in a green dress, graceful and alluring, she lithely stepped down from the arena without a second glance at the remains of Cui Geng.

With Cui Geng dead, the treasures scattered across the sky fell like rain upon the arena, but Ye Wushuang, still with a sweet smile on her face, did not give it a second look. She flickered straight to the base of the stage with her eyes straight ahead.

However, the blood-red number above her head was not as sweet as her outward appearance.

In the void, a flash of bloody light soared as the Sin Value climbed rapidly.

“Sin Value: Three million!”

Her Sin Value was neck and neck with that of Su Yunbing’s, indicating that this seemingly delicate and feeble second senior sister must also have been involved in quite a few killings!

“More’er!”

The Elder from the Sea Clan was the first to react, with swift eyes and speedy hands, he waved and instantly gathered all the treasures from the arena into his possession, leaving Li Xiaobai and Liu Jinshui feeling distressed and frustrated.

“I was fortunate enough to triumph over Young Master Cui with a single move, and failed to restrain the force in the moment. I hope the Senior will not take offense.”

Ye Wushuang greeted the Sea Clan Elder with a respectful bow, her sweet smile belying the sharp undertone in her words, showing no intention of respecting her seniors.

“You actually killed Young Master Cui!”

“How is this possible, a mere human race female cultivator, how could she stand against our Sea Clan’s prodigy!”

“There must have been a master assisting her secretly, making an unspeakable deal with her to assassinate our Sea Clan, isn’t that so!”

The other young prodigies of the Sea Clan finally caught up, their pupils still containing profound shock.

To imagine that a human race cultivator had killed a top Sea Clan prodigy was almost inconceivable. Before they arrived, they had not even considered Long Aotian, the genius of the Dragon Race, as a threat, and intended to blood cleanse the geniuses on the stage to seize Long Xue from Ice Dragon Island.

If the Ice Dragon Island refused to comply, they would use the opportunity to demand benefits and carve out a domain of influence.

Yet now, their plans seemed destined for failure. To be slain in the first round—who would have thought that the human race could be this formidable?

Moreover, isn’t it said that the human body is frail? How could she have so easily pierced through Cui Geng’s armor?