Chapter 91

The second match began:
Wu Dao of Qianren Peak vs. Wang Huan of Piaomiao Peak.

The moment it started, a wave of murmurs swept through the crowd.

This time, it wasn’t about rivalry—but confusion.
The two contestants just didn’t look like they belonged in the same match.

Wang Huan, though a girl, had made it into the top sixteen—her strength was undeniable. She had mastered the "Red Silk Sash" technique, a true inheritance from Elder Hongniang.

But she was petite—so petite that she looked like a lost child running onto the battlefield. If you weren’t paying attention, you’d wonder who let a kid wander onto the stage.

As for Wu Dao, there was no need to explain.
His battle with Chi Xiao had already revealed his terrifying strength.
He was a top contender for first place.
Tall and lean, but broad-shouldered and physically imposing, he looked like a true warrior in every sense.

When the two stood side by side, the size contrast was comical—like a gentle breeze trying to face down a hurricane.

“Will junior sister Huan survive this match without getting... broken?”

Some speculated that, based on Wu Dao’s brutal, unrestrained combat style, there was a real chance he might tear her apart—literally.

“Surely not, right? She’s too cute. Would he really hit her that hard?”

“I trust a lot of people not to go too far, but not Wu Dao. His fighting style is all-out brute force. He’s a body cultivator—no finesse, just smash. If junior sister Huan walks off that stage without missing limbs, eyes, or ears, we should thank the heavens.”

Some sisters voiced grave concerns. They knew Wu Dao wouldn’t hold back, and that meant a bloody, painful match was likely.

But others stood firm in Wang Huan’s defense.

“She might look soft, but she’s not someone to underestimate.”

Wang Huan hadn’t always been considered talented among the Piaomiao Peak sisters. She used to be just another ordinary disciple.
But after achieving her sixth Spirit Tempering in the Spirit Tempering Array, everything changed. Her cultivation surged, her potential awakened, and she became one of the top three on Piaomiao Peak. Even Elder Hongniang passed down her signature technique to her.

The talk wasn’t limited to Piaomiao Peak.
Every peak was discussing the same thing—
What would happen when this gentle-looking girl faced the wild beast that was Wu Dao?

“Senior brother Wu Dao, please,” Wang Huan said as she stepped forward.

Ribbons of red silk danced around her, forming a graceful, blooming flower.
With her doll-like face and petite frame, she looked utterly delicate—like someone you’d instinctively want to protect.

But when she moved at full strength, it was shocking to witness the raw energy packed inside her tiny frame.

Wu Dao stood with his arms crossed, watching her like a man observing a street performer.

“Since you called me ‘senior brother,’ I’ll give you one chance to show me what you’ve got. Go ahead, use your strongest technique. I won’t dodge. You only get one shot.”

His words were... arrogant, to say the least.

Wang Huan was no weakling. She was at the seventh level of Qi Refining with six Spirit Tempers.
Even someone like Xiao Long had forced Chi Xiao to use her shield defensively.
What gave Wu Dao the confidence to tank her head-on?

Sure, he was a body cultivator with a tough physique—but cultivators weren’t invincible.

Wang Huan blinked, clearly embarrassed.
Was she really that insignificant in his eyes?

Fine then.
If he didn’t recognize her strength, she’d make sure he had no choice.

“Senior brother Wu Dao—take this!”

She let out a sharp cry and soared into the air, releasing dozens of crimson sashes.

From a distance, she looked like a blooming rose in midair.

“Go!”

She pointed her fingers forward. The crimson sashes responded, converging into a red cascade rushing toward Wu Dao.

Wu Dao didn’t budge.
He just stood there, arms still crossed, eyes half-lidded.

“Idiot. Those red sashes might look pretty, but they’re sharp like blades! They’re second-tier artifacts. Even if your body’s as tough as one, you’re going to get shredded.”

The attack closed in.
But instead of cutting into Wu Dao, the red sashes swirled around him in a spiral—binding him up like a giant dumpling.

Wang Huan had played smart.
She knew brute force wouldn't work—her red silk sashes weren’t sharper than Chi Xiao’s spear.
So instead, she used them as restraints, tightly wrapping him like a furnace.

“Sorry, senior brother,” she said, her voice apologetic but firm.

Then the crimson sashes turned red-hot, glowing like branding irons.

Han Luo, ever the commentator, chimed in from the stands:

“She’s trying to refine him like a pill—wrapping him like a cauldron, then cooking him with fire spiritual energy. Not bad. If she’d added some corrosive water and bone-melting poison, it might’ve worked.”

He explained that both poisons were lethal to body cultivators—corrosive water could weaken flesh, while bone-melting poison would rot bones from the inside out.

Together, they could cripple—or even kill.

“Shame. Junior sister Huan’s still too kind.”

But then—Han Luo paused.
His sharp eyes caught something strange.

Wait a second...

There was poison in those sashes.

He smiled.

“She really is a ruthless little lady.”

Indeed, Wang Huan had laced her red sashes with both poisons.
She knew how dangerous Wu Dao was and had chosen to go all-in—for Piaomiao Peak’s honor, and for victory.

If she ever had to face a real enemy, she couldn’t afford mercy.

Now that the toxins had done their job, she formed a hand seal.

“Explode!”

A massive blast erupted where Wu Dao stood.
The arena was ripped open, leaving behind a smoking crater nearly ten meters wide.

“Damn! That blast...”

“Wu Dao, why’d you have to act cool? Now you’re toast.”

“See? A man can’t resist a pretty face.”

But no one truly believed Wu Dao was defeated that easily.

Wang Huan herself didn’t.
She could still feel his aura—steady and calm, not at all like someone injured.

She re-summoned her red sashes, staying on high alert.

When the smoke cleared, Wu Dao emerged.

Arms still crossed.
Expression calm.
Unblinking.

The only change?

His clothes had been incinerated—leaving him in a barely intact pair of green boxer shorts with a few holes.

Wu Dao flexed his fingers, lowering his arms.

“Corrosive water and bone-melting poison… I remember that smell.
Pity—it’s much weaker than the stuff I used to bathe in.”

Then he stepped forward.

Wang Huan’s eyes widened in terror.

What kind of monster was this guy?

He’d bathed in poison?

“I’m not done yet!”

She struck first—knowing that if Wu Dao took the initiative, she’d have no chance.

Crimson sashes flew again, forming a beautiful red storm.

BOOM!

They landed with a blast—
But Wu Dao didn’t stop.
He walked through the flames like they weren’t even there.

“Stay back—stay back!”
Wang Huan screamed, frantically flinging out more sashes.

Whoosh! Boom! Whoosh! Boom!

One explosion after another—

And yet…
Wu Dao kept advancing. Calm. Relentless.

Until—

He stood just half a step from Wang Huan.

The entire arena fell silent.

In that moment, it looked like a lost lamb was trapped before a predator.

A helpless girl…
Face to face with the wolf of hell.