While Fuhara was getting ready to laugh at Feng Wu, Feng Wu had finished writing on the sword.

She then glanced at Fuhara. “Let’s begin.”

Begin?

Begin what?

Fuhara looked at Feng Wu in bewilderment.

Feng Wu said, “Don’t be daft. The battle isn’t over yet.”

Fuhara stared at Feng Wu in disbelief. “Are you not giving up?”

Fuhara retrieved his sword and glanced at it.

He thought Feng Wu would write something meaningful.

Looking closer, he realized they were strange symbols.

They looked like inscriptions, but he couldn’t recognize any of them.

“Give up?”

Feng Wu looked up at the sky, and when she looked at Fuhara again, her face was grim.

“Let’s begin!”

Feng Wu charged at Fuhara like a small tornado.

Fuhara smirked.

“Feng Wu, you must have a death wish!

“Die!

“Dragon Power!

“Die!”

Fuhara aimed at Feng Wu’s forehead with the tip of his sword.

He exerted all his power.

Dragon Power was a ferocious swordplay.

The inscriptions just amplified the power.

Everything felt like an explosion.

Feng Wu also spared no effort.

“Oh, no!”

“Feng Wu can’t dodge this one!”

“She should have given up when she had the chance!”

“She’s doomed!”

…

The people of the Junwu Empire were so worried, but the people of the Dongsang Kingdom were over the moon.

When the blades clashed, sparks flew everywhere.

There was dense smoke.

Where was Feng Wu’s head?

People of the Dongsang Kingdom looked around, trying to see if Fuhara had cut off Feng Wu’s head.

They couldn’t find anything.

When the smoke dissipated, they realized in surprise that everything was still the same.

Feng Wu’s head was still on her neck, but they couldn’t say the same about Fuhara.

Fuhara’s head rolled off his neck and bounced around on the ground.

“Ahhh!!!”

Many people screamed.

People of the Dongsang Kingdom were astonished.

So were the people of the Junwu Empire.

They all followed the head with their eyes as it rolled down the stairs until it stopped by their feet.

The eyes were still wide open.

That mouth had only just told Feng Wu to die.

As it turned out, he was the decapitated one.

What was wrong with this world?

They couldn’t believe their eyes!

How could this happen?

They looked from Fuhara’s head to Feng Wu.

That girl…

Was she even human?

“Isn’t she a Level 2 Spiritual King?”

“Isn’t Fuhara a Level 3 Spiritual King?”

“Didn’t Fuhara severely injure her?”

“And…”

They didn’t know what to say because it was too incredible.

Feng Xun and Xuan Yi looked at each other, and were both relieved.

Feng Wu was still that genius girl who could defeat opponents who had higher levels than her.

Feng Wu glanced at the sword on the ground.

It was the sword that Fuhara had been proud of.

She had changed the inscriptions on it.

The sword was rendered useless, and Dragon Power wouldn’t harm her in the slightest way.

Feng Wu looked up at the sky again.