"Qiong Hao." The little girl swiftly appeared before him, sizing him up. "Your opponent is me!"
A faint hint of anger surfaced in Qiong Hao's eyes. He naturally remembered this brat. In the Northern Looking Great Forest, he had suffered a significant loss at her hands and still couldn't forget how humiliated he had been. Now...
Qiong Hao sneered. If this brat still thought he would be trampled and abused by her as before, then she was truly too foolish and naive! Qiong Hao's nose wrinkled slightly, and his lips twitched nervously, almost imperceptibly. "Little girl, I wonder if you've ever heard a saying."
"When a scholar hasn't met for three days, one should..."
"Boom!!" Faster than words could describe, a sharp glint flashed in Qiao Mu's eyes. A water spirit descended, exploding directly at Qiong Hao's feet. At the same time, the Surging Swan Dagger abruptly leaped out of her spiritual abyss, arcing a semicircle in the air, letting out a hum, and striking straight towards Qiong Hao's chest.
Qiong Hao was a little flustered... Is this girl crazy?! He hadn't even finished speaking yet! Who fights like this?! Can't she let him finish his sentence?! What's the rush? Is there really such a rush? Do you care about a few minutes, not letting someone finish speaking!
Qiao Mu, of course, didn't know Qiong Hao was bothered by her attitude. Since she had made her move, she naturally had to go all out. She was always prepared, treating every opponent, no matter how insignificant, with utmost seriousness.
A large black saber appeared in Qiong Hao's hand, blocking the incoming Surging Swan Dagger. However, what Qiong Hao hadn't expected was the immense power of this small dagger. The back of his saber met the dagger, and a mighty force surged forth, forcing him to retreat several steps. Several feet away, Qiong Hao's body swayed slightly.
"Cough, cough cough." He coughed several times, choked by a stream of air. His small, rat-like eyes were now filled with raw malice. Damn little brat, daring to attack suddenly while he wasn't paying attention. Absolutely hateful! This dead brat must have done it on purpose, catching him off guard.
Qiong Hao reached out, clutching his churning chest, and stared gloomily at Qiao Mu. "Don't think you can defeat me by sneak attacking. Many times..."
"Boom!"
A wood spirit aura, curving back from behind, violently shook Qiong Hao's body. He tumbled several times on the ground, dodging one wood vine after another. He quickly lunged to the side, rolling far away. However, though he reacted quickly, the wood spirit controlled by Qiao Mu entangled him even faster.
Over a dozen wood vines paused in mid-air for less than a second before sweeping simultaneously towards him from below. Qiong Hao's eyes almost popped out. To avoid these dozen or so wood vines as much as possible, Qiong Hao could only keep rolling and dodging on the ground, almost crying. His immediate rolling posture was far from elegant, utterly losing all face in front of everyone.
Qiao Mu watched the man with cold eyes, not saying a single word. In fact, the little stoic never liked to waste words during a fight. Just fight! What's with all the talking?
This Qiong Hao completely underestimated the little stoic's straightforwardness. In the little stoic's opinion, who had the leisure to chat while fighting? It was simply ridiculous.