Word spread like wildfire through the outer sect:
"Lin Qingxue challenged a new disciple to a duel?"
Disciples gathered at the Sky Arena, buzzing in disbelief. Who would dare provoke the Ice Lotus of the Outer Sect? But it was her who issued the challenge.
The reason?
An Yun had the gall to yawn during one of her sword lectures—then smirked and said,
> "I've seen better swordsmanship… in street plays."
Everyone thought he had a death wish. But An Yun had his plan.
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The Duel Begins
The arena filled with sword qi as Qingxue stepped onto the platform. Her silver hair flowed behind her like a stream of frost, her eyes cold as a glacier.
> "Three moves. That's all I'll need," she said flatly.
An Yun smiled lazily, walking to the center.
> "Three? Sounds fair. I'll only use two."
The crowd roared in laughter—then went silent when she released her sword intent.
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Hidden Strategy
As she attacked, her sword became a blur. Her first strike—Frost Petal Slash—was enough to tear the outer robe of any normal disciple.
But An Yun… read her flow.
Using his past-life instincts, micro-feints, and absurd comprehension speed, he deflected her attacks in a clumsy yet effective way—like a fool accidentally dodging a master.
He let her graze his cheek just enough to bleed, making her hesitate.
Then he stumbled forward, acting as if off-balance… and fell into her arms.
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The Moment
Qingxue froze, her sword an inch from his neck, his hands lightly pressed against her waist.
Gasps echoed around them. Her body stiffened. He looked up at her with a cocky smirk and whispered:
> "Guess I won. Two moves was enough, no?"
She shoved him back instantly, her face unreadable—but a faint pink flush betrayed her icy mask.
> "You… shameless trickster."
> "Didn't break the rules," he replied, bowing. "Next time, wear armor. Might save you from falling for me."
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Aftermath
- Qingxue left in a storm of cold air, but didn't punish him.
- An Yun's reputation skyrocketed: "The boy who touched the Ice Lotus and lived."
- Some girls began watching him with curious eyes.
- Some senior disciples saw him as a growing threat.
- And one elder, watching from the shadows, murmured:
> "This boy… he's dangerous. Not just talented. Calculating."
That night, An Yun cultivated alone, still feeling the warmth of her waist on his palms.
> Cold girl. Sharp sword. But you showed emotion. I can use that.
He smirked.
> Let's see who falls first—your sword or your heart.
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