She stopped fiddling with the glow stick and looked at the big screen.
Seeing Bai Shuanglian and Su Taosheng enter the arena, Ling Xiaoyou and Su Lihua immediately shouted:
“Sister Miao, can you give me two of those glow sticks?”
Miao Miaomiao had been watching the big screen when Bai Xiqing suddenly approached her and spoke.
“You want some too?”
Miao Miaomiao was startled, not expecting Bai Xiqing to want something like that.
“Yeah, my cousin’s out there, so I have to cheer for her!”
Bai Xiqing said seriously.
“Besides, isn’t that why Sister Ling dragged us here—to help cheer for my sister?”
“Fine.”
Miao Miaomiao nodded understandingly, pulled out four glow sticks, handed half to Bai Xiqing, and kept the rest for herself.
Hearing their conversation, Ling Xiaoyou’s ears twitched almost imperceptibly, a triumphant smile curling at the corner of her mouth.
Even if she couldn’t use the cheering sign she’d made, she had backup.
Who cared if the sign was useless?
Thinking this, Ling Xiaoyou gave a smug little hum in her heart, then raised her hand and shook her glow stick, cheering for Bai Shuanglian in the arena.
“Go for it, Bai Shuanglian! You’ve gotta beat your opponent!”
Hearing Ling Xiaoyou’s cheers, Su Lihua quickly caught on and shouted back without backing down.
“Sis, go! You’re the best! You’re the real winner!”
In the arena, Bai Shuanglian seemed to sense something.
She turned her gaze toward Ling Xiaoyou, saw the colorful glow stick waving, and watched Ling Xiaoyou shouting earnestly.
A smile bloomed on her face, and she waved back to show she’d noticed.
On the other side, Su Taosheng also looked up at her own sister, a smile tugging at her lips, and nodded.
Seeing this, Ling Xiaoyou and Su Lihua shouted even louder.
The other two beside them—Bai Xiqing decisively joined Ling Xiaoyou’s side, cheering for Bai Shuanglian along with her.
Miao Miaomiao hesitated, thinking it might be unfair for three of them to gang up on one.
But after a moment’s thought, she decided to help Ling Xiaoyou’s side.
After all, Senior Ling was the one she had a good relationship with.
Su Lihua was just someone she’d just met—who cared what she thought!
Hearing the two extra voices, Ling Xiaoyou nodded in satisfaction.
But soon she realized a serious problem.
There weren’t just the few of them watching.
The entire audience was packed with spectators.
And those spectators were clearly all there for this match between Bai Shuanglian and Su Taosheng, so they didn’t hold back their cheers and encouragement.
With so many people cheering, whether or not they had two extra voices made no difference.
It was like tossing a pebble into a lake—barely a ripple.
At that thought, Ling Xiaoyou fell silent.
She’d thought her three-person group could overwhelm Su Lihua, but she hadn’t considered the other spectators.
‘Reality moves, and the sky falls—GIF.’
‘Oh well. Either way, I’ve got to cheer for Bai Shuanglian. Who knows, maybe these extra two will give her a little more motivation to win?’
Ling Xiaoyou shook her head, put aside those concerns, and kept cheering for Bai Shuanglian.
Perhaps sensing the audience’s enthusiasm, the match started quickly.
As the countdown hit zero, the referee declared the match officially begun.
The moment the match started, Su Taosheng took a light step, flashed behind Bai Shuanglian, and brought down her Fangtian Huaji with heavy force.
But Bai Shuanglian wasn’t the type of ranged output who gave up after being closed in on.
She could handle both close and long range!
An Ice-Blue Longsword appeared abruptly beneath the Fangtian Huaji, blocking it as the two collided.
Then Bai Shuanglian shifted her feet slightly, turned her wrist, and took advantage of the moment when Su Taosheng’s old strength was spent and new strength had yet to arise, slashing a blow across her body.
But the sensation of cutting through flesh didn’t come.
Instead, she felt the longsword clash against something hard, accompanied by the sound of metal striking metal.
Seeing that, Bai Shuanglian didn’t pause or freeze.
Her figure retreated swiftly, dodging Su Taosheng’s follow-up diagonal thrust.
Once at a safe distance, Bai Shuanglian studied Su Taosheng.
She noticed that her body was again clad in the blood-colored Skirt Armor that had appeared during the fight with the Devil.
That armor had just blocked Bai Shuanglian’s attack.
‘This Skirt Armor has impressive defense. It’s probably some kind of powerful defensive Magic Art or Spirit Tool.’
Su Taosheng stomped heavily on the ground.
The hard-as-iron arena floor cracked into a spiderweb-like depression beneath her foot.
From the cracks in that depression, wisps of blood-red Blood Fiend energy seeped out, like thick fog enveloping Su Taosheng.
Only her eyes still gleamed with golden light.
She brushed her hand lightly across the Fangtian Huaji, and the Blood Fiend energy coated the weapon in layers of blood-red radiance.
The already fearsome Fangtian Huaji now looked as if it had just emerged from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
Seeing this, Bai Shuanglian frowned slightly.
She had seen this technique before, but hadn’t thought much of it at the time.
Now she realized such Magic Arts should only exist in military use.
And this blood-red Magic Art should be unique to the Southern King’s Army.
When Bai Shuanglian referred to the army, she wasn’t talking about the armies of the Human Realm, but those of the Underworld.
In the Underworld, every Ghost King commands one or more armies loyal to them.
They have specially developed battle methods and Magic Arts suited for military use.
Among them, the Southern King’s Army’s Blood Fiend energy is the most famous.
It doesn’t require high intelligence or talent to learn, nor does it demand weird, strict conditions.
It only needs killing and fighting to cultivate—simple conditions with impressive power.
But because of that, the Southern King is the most warlike Ghost King, and his reputation in the Underworld isn’t great.
Still, for those who want to become strong but lack talent, joining the Southern King’s Army and campaigning with him is a good choice.
So even though the Southern King’s name isn’t well-liked, Spirits wanting to join his army never stop coming.
However…
Bai Shuanglian looked at Su Taosheng.
She didn’t think a young woman who could reach the level of Yin General at this age was lacking in talent.
The fact that she chose to practice the Blood Fiend Battle Method was intriguing.
After all, a Magic Art cultivated through killing and fighting requires constantly teetering on the edge of life and death.
Normally, no one would choose such a path unless they had no other option.
And even if the Blood Fiend Battle Method was easy to learn, it was also hard to master—unless one had a natural high talent for it.
But who could surpass the Southern King, who created the Blood Fiend Battle Method, and his blood descendants in that kind of talent?
At this thought, Bai Shuanglian had already figured out Su Taosheng’s identity.
She also understood the various unusual things she had shown earlier.