1746 Get Off the Stage!
Third Young Sir Fang was utterly discomfited.
"You, how could you just attack without giving notice? You, you!" Third Young Sir Fang had probably never seen such a little lady who attempted to beat him to death at the drop of a hat. His handsome face had turned beet red.
He really had never been in such an embarrassing situation. A little lady was beating him up in front of everyone, but he basically couldn't fend her off at all!
Meanwhile, Qiao Mu knitted her brows.
Why wasn't this person getting off yet?
She moved her finger, and a spiritual weapon in the form of a curved saber appeared in her hands.
Third Young Sir Fang jumped in fright. He galloped two feet forward on the yellow stallion and was extremely close to the edge of the second-level stage.
"You, you, don't you be reckless! What are you trying to do? I'm telling you, people like you who detonate spiritual weapons wastefully are-are… Ah!"
He saw that Qiao Mu had thrown that spiritual weapon at him while guiding it with a thread of mystic energy.
Third Young Sir Fang's eyes dimmed, and he quickly patted the yellow stallion's head.
The man and stallion flew up into mid-air at once.
The audience immediately broke out in cheers.
"It turns out Third Young Sir Fang's ordinary-looking horse actually has wings?"
At this time, that yellow tiger-striped stallion was flying upwards with outstretched wings. It was hovering high up above Qiao Mu.
Seeing this, Qiao Mu's gaze sank in displeasure.
A cold glint flitted across her eyes, and she raised her hands upward.
An intense spiritual energy whirlpool mixed in with hailstone engulfed Third Young Sir Fang.
His expression changed drastically, and he hastily pushed down on the yellow stallion's head, ushering it downward.
However, before he could think of a way to escape this predicament, the little stoic's frost wind slash had reached him!
Frost wind slash was a move she had derived from Qingluan's move on her own. This frost wind slash carved open a deep cut upon hitting the stage.
Rock shards tumbled off the stage, which severely affected the two teams battling on the first-level stage.
The unlucky teams frantically ran to the sides under their respective captain's protection.
Third Young Sir Fang could hear the little stoic apathetically saying "get off" while bringing that frost wind slash down on him. Consequently, he fell down from the edge of the stage.
"Ah—" Third Young Sir Fang screamed horrifically.
The yellow stallion seemed to have gotten spooked by the little lass's frost wind slash. It had even forgotten to spread its wings…
Hence, the beast and its master crashed to the ground tragically just like this, unable to get up even after a while.
Qiao Mu looked up. The staff members in front of the stone crystal display quickly recovered their wits and announced, "Miss Qiao wins this match."
This time, those people who were criticizing earlier that Miss Qiao hadn't won by her own ability all shut up.
The little miss had mostly likely detonated a spiritual weapon the first time because she looked down on the opponent's strength and loathed to make a move herself!
One hour later.
Because no one challenged Qiao Mu after that, she became the youngest arena king of the day.
Qiao Mu was still poker-faced when she came down from the second-level stage. The people who were trying to glean happiness or excitement from her expression would have to be disappointed.
"Qiaoqiao." Qi Xuanxuan welcomed her back with a wide smile. She latched her arm around Qiao Mu and chuckled, "I just knew you would win."
Qiao Mu nodded. "We can have Manager Tang calculate for us later how many points we earned."
