Yili's sword shuttled through the mist-like sword shadows, sometimes like a rainbow piercing the sun, directly stabbing at Li Fei's vital points with such speed that it left no time to react; other times like a spiritual snake emerging from its hole, launching a sneak attack from unexpected angles, so cunning that it was impossible to defend against.

Her swordplay was unpredictable, making it difficult to anticipate where her next move would come from, as if one were lost in a vast sea of clouds, unable to find a way to counter.

With extraordinary martial arts skills at a young age, it's no wonder Yili dared to be so arrogant in the Jianghu. In just one year since her debut, she had challenged dozens of schools in the Martial Arts world and had never been defeated—could she not be arrogant? At this moment, Li Fei's face gradually turned serious, with beads of sweat leaking from his forehead.

He never expected that this seemingly young "little scholar" would possess such exquisite swordsmanship.

Li Fei exerted all his strength, bringing the "Thirteen Techniques of Clear Wind" to the extreme, with every move and every style containing his years of martial arts insights.

However, Yili's swordsmanship was too flexible and varied, and Li Fei, with one carelessness, was struck on the wrist by Yili's sword point, causing his long sword to fall to the ground with a crisp sound, echoing in the silent arena.

"With just this bit of skill, you dare to come out and make a fool of yourself?" Yili said mockingly, her eyes full of disdain and contempt, as if trampling Li Fei's dignity underfoot.

The crowd exchanged glances, simultaneously shocked by Yili's superior martial arts skills and angry at her arrogance and rudeness.

Yet at this moment, no one dared to challenge her easily; the scene was silent except for the gentle breeze brushing against everyone's clothes.

"Shi Feiyang, are you not coming out? Are you planning to stay hidden like a turtle?" Yili raised her voice, loudly calling towards Shi Feiyang's new residence. Her voice echoed in the air, full of provocation and ridicule, as if giving Shi Feiyang a final ultimatum.

Just then, another person stepped out from the crowd.

His name was Su Yu, an outstanding disciple of the Jiangnan Diancang Sword Sect.

He was of medium build, agile and flexible, exuding a restrained sharpness, like a blade hidden in its sheath, sharp though not yet drawn, making one sense its edge.

He wore a deep gray tight suit, made of tough material, embroidered with silver thread patterns, which from a distance resembled stars twinkling in the night sky, understated yet not losing elegance. Around his neck was a scarlet scarf, striking amidst the grey tones like a flame in the dark, adding a touch of passion and unconstraint to him.

Su Yu's features were distinct, his chin slightly raised, carrying an indomitable spirit declaring his stubbornness.

His brows were thick and slightly upturned, exuding heroic spirit, like two sharp swords slanted into his temples. His eyes, like deep pools, hid sharpness within the depths, as if capable of seeing through all illusions. His neat short hair was tied with a black leather cap, with strands escaping beneath the brim, casually resting on his forehead, further highlighting his nonchalance and freedom.

On his back was an ancient long sword, with a hilt inlaid with a dark green gemstone, emanating a mysterious glow, containing endless power. The sword body was slender, with the scabbard carved with intricate patterns, each telling the long history of the Diancang Sword Sect, bearing the glory and legacy of his predecessors.

Su Yu stepped forward, arms crossed, casting a glance over Yili with a faint, knowing smile, "Little brother, behaving so wantonly in my Jiangnan territory, don't you think that's inappropriate?" His voice was deep yet powerful, reverberating in the air, carrying an imposing aura without anger.

Yili, hearing this, turned her gaze to Su Yu, a hint of amusement flashing in her eyes, as if examining a novel toy, "Oh? So how does this Jiangnan hero intend to teach me a lesson?" Her words brimming with provocation, a new confrontation seemed imminent.

The crowd immediately stirred, cursing Yili for being blind to Mount Tai, lacking perception and failing to appreciate kindness, all gearing up to compete with Yili. Hearing Yili's words filled with provocation, a cold glint flashed in Su Yu's eyes, like a meteor streaking across the night, his aura suddenly changed, exuding a chilling killing intent.

He lightly tapped the ground with his feet, his movements graceful yet carrying a decisive momentum, his whole being like an arrow shot from a bow, carried by a fierce wind, rushing swiftly towards Yili. As he neared Yili, his arm muscles bulged, his muscles tensed, suddenly exerting force, drawing his ancient long sword from his back with a "swish," its blade slicing through the air, emitting a sharp, piercing whistle. With a nimble flick of his wrist, he executed the Diancang Sect's killing move, "Eagle Preys on Rabbit," the long sword like the sharp talons of an eagle, with an unstoppable momentum, directly piercing towards Yili's throat, the sword momentum ruthless and decisive, tearing the air as it passed, leaving a visible twisting trace, giving no chance for his opponent to breathe.

Yili's eyes were like cold stars on a frosty night, bright and sharp, glowing with inherent pride and unconstraint.

She, with a straight nose bridge, had lips subtly curved upwards, tracing a faint cold smile, full of disdain and arrogance.

Facing Su Yu's fierce assault, Yili remained unhurried. Her slender body twisted, like willow catkins in the wind, elegantly spinning, deploying the Hengshan Sect's "Cloud Shadow Step," her form like ethereal mist, deftly dodging this lethal strike in an instant.

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