As the blades got closer, Shao Xue Cong bent both her legs and kicked at the red glowing sphere.
The rebounding force made her slide away from Liu Xian and the blades of Liu Xian's sword plunged into the tiles of the ground instead.
Shao Xue Cong stood up and immediately a twirling wind shot at her.
Whoosh.
This time the twirling wind caught Shao Xue Cong's left arm, and it ripped out parts of the flesh.
The disciples looking on frowned and thought about their bets.
Many new disciples couldn't take any pain, and they would forfeit the match with any feeling of pain.
They prayed for her not to give up as they looked at Shao Xue Cong.
Shao Xue Cong gritted her teeth, and with one hand on the wound, she directed her Qi to her wound.
Drip.
The blood dripping down onto the ground from her arms slowed.
Her wound was slowly closing.
"Pesky Physique Cultivators!" Liu Xian shouted and unleashed another twirling wind strike at Shao Xue Cong.
