2793: Defeat (1)

Defeat (1)

Being a Level 2 Spiritual King, Zuo Qingluan was indeed very capable.0

She thought she was definitely going to win this battle.

Zuo Qingluan expected to see Feng Wu sliced into half when her sword landed on the latter.

To her surprise, Feng Wu wasn't injured.

Not only that, Zuo Qingluan noticed that the spiritual essence on her blade had disappeared.

How did that happen?

Zuo Qingluan couldn't believe it.

She injected her spiritual essence into the blade and struck at Feng Wu again.

The spiritual essence disappeared again.

Feng Wu was unharmed.

Zuo Qingluan was astonished.

She stared at Feng Wu in disbelief. "What are you wearing?!"

Only then did Feng Wu remember the treasure Jun Linyuan had given her.

It was a great chance to provoke Zuo Qingluan, and Feng Wu wasn't going to miss it.

She feigned an arrogant demeanor and glanced at Zuo Qingluan. "What do you think I'm wearing?"

She pulled down her collar a little and showed Zuo Qingluan what she had on underneath.

Zuo Qingluan immediately recognized it.

She had seen Jun Linyuan's soft armor by chance a few years back and had been trying to get it ever since.

She had dreamed many times that Jun Linyuan would put it on her with his own hands.

But…

Feng Wu was wearing it now.

The armor only accentuated her nice figure.

Zuo Qingluan's eyes were practically spitting fire.

"That's impossible! Why would he give it to you? You must be dreaming!"

Feng Wu smiled at her. "If he didn't give it to me, did I steal it from him?"

Zuo Qingluan was rendered speechless.

How was she going to answer that?!

Feng Wu smiled. "Are you still not going to admit that His Royal Highness is in love with me?"

Zuo Qingluan gritted her teeth.

She would rather die than admit it.

Seeing how unperturbed Feng Wu was, Zuo Qingluan got even angrier.

She struck out without warning.

This time, she focused on the spots that weren't covered by the armor.

The back of the head, the forehead, and the throat.

There were many ways to kill a person.

To her frustration, Zuo Qingluan realized that she couldn't kill Feng Wu any time soon.

Zuo Qingluan was a Level 2 Spiritual King, and Feng Wu was at Level 1. There was a difference in their cultivation levels, but the gap wasn't huge.

Zuo Qingluan didn't have a 100% chance of winning, and Feng Wu might not lose.

Feng Wu had a 30% chance of winning.

Zuo Qingluan grew anxious as the battle went on.

She didn't know that Feng Wu was leading her toward where Chen Ziyun was hiding.

Feng Wu was more prepared than Zuo Qingluan.

The prolonged battle only made Zuo Qingluan anxious.

After all, she had thought at the beginning that she couldn't possibly lose.

She smirked. "Feng Wu, is that all you've got? Go to hell!"

As soon as she said that, Feng Wu apologized to Chen Ziyun in her head.

Thump!

The bomb she had buried in the cesspit earlier was set off.

The explosion wasn't powerful enough to hurt Zuo Qingluan. It couldn't even injure Chen Ziyun.

However!

The yellow feces splattered everywhere.

Zuo Qingluan was mortified.

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