Everyone Wants To Pamper The Lucky Daughter
/ Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter Chapter 1504
Chapter 1504: Chapter 1493: Defeating Su Jin, for my sister, I'm not afraid of anything_1 Chapter 1504: Chapter 1493: Defeating Su Jin, for my sister, I'm not afraid of anything_1 “Alright.”
Mu Fan didn't hesitate and readily agreed.
“Has he gone mad?”
The Lin Clan brothers were all dumbfounded, their mouths wide open, and they stared in amazement.
Su Jin was at the early Nascent Soul stage, while Mu Fan was only at the early Golden Core stage.
The disparity in mana was too great; no matter how hard they tried to think of a way for him to win, there was no possibility for Mu Fan to prevail.
Lin Jinxu secretly tugged at Su Jin's sleeve, intending to ask her to go easy on Mu Fan.
“I know how to handle it.”
Su Jin's soft and gentle voice floated into Jinxu's ears: “But, swords and knives have no eyes; if I really hurt him, there's nothing I can do.”
“Cough cough.”
Lin Jinxu choked on his spit.
*
Old Master made the decision and allowed Mu Fan to challenge Su Jin under Lin Xiaoyang's proposal.
In the Martial Arts Arena, the two stood facing each other.
Su Jin was dressed in a white robe, holding her zither, and looking like an immortal.
Mu Fan had black hair and black clothes, and the Evilbane Divine Sword flew out from its sheath and automatically flew into his palm.
“Begin!”
Upon the command of the Duke of Zhen, Su Jin soared into the sky with her Sword Control, the zither rotating in her wrist. Her slender jade fingers plucked the zither strings, and a vast and surging Ice Spirit Power condensed into countless sharp ice cones that fell like rain from the sky.
In a flash, Mu Fan stepped onto his flying sword and quickly rose into the sky, wielding his sword to cut the ice cones.
Su Jin raised her beautiful eyebrows, her zither music subtly changing. The ice cones transformed into a sky full of snowflakes, falling to the ground.
The snowflakes danced with the cold wind, enveloping Mu Fan layer by layer, his body visibly covered in a layer of frost at an astonishing speed.
“Break!”
Mu Fan gathered his powerful spiritual power to shatter the frost, his sword light danced around, melting all the snowflakes around him.
With a slight thought, Su Jin changed her zither music again and again. The ice blades turned into Flashing Light Machetes, layer upon layer, whistling away at high speed as they spun.
Mu Fan showed no fear, allowing the ice blades to cut countless wounds on his body. His blood flowed freely, as if he was unafraid of death, he charged towards Su Jin amidst the zither music.
Su Jin's eyes flickered, her heartstrings trembling in surprise at his fearless tactics, and her movements plucking the zither strings stalled slightly.
Seizing the fleeting opportunity, Mu Fan gathered all his mana and shot forward like a dazzling flash of light.
“Ah!”
With a startled cry from Su Jin, the Evilbane Divine Sword had already reached her face, stopping just three inches from her forehead.
“You've won.”
Looking at the bloodied youth, she smiled with relief, holding her zither as she gracefully landed on the ground.
“Su Jin, are you alright? Are you hurt?”
Lin Jinxu rushed into the arena with feigned concern, examining her from head to toe, and secretly exchanged a tacit glance with her.
“I'm fine.”
Su Jin found it hilarious to see his pretentious acting and her lips curled up in a charming smile.
“Mu Fan.”
Lin Qingluo flew into the arena at the same time, gently touching Mu Fan's cuts and bloody face, her heart aching for him.
“It's just a small injury, it doesn't matter.”
Mu Fan grabbed his sister's hand and pulled it away from his face, then comforted her instead.
“Fool, why did you agree?”
Lin Qingluo's eyes were filled with tears and heartache, and an inexplicable anger surged up in her.
“For Sister, I'm not afraid of anything.”
Mu Fan held tightly onto his sister's hand, not wanting to let go.
Lin Qingluo scolded, “Making a Heart Demon Oath and being controlled by others for life, do you really want that?”
“If that person is Sister, Mu Fan has no regrets.”
A faint trace of attachment flashed in Mu Fan's eyes, almost too fast to catch.
“What should I say about you?”
Lin Qingluo's emotions were complicated, and she was still full of disapproval.
“Mu Fan, since you've won, we can promise you about the oath.”
Chapter end
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