Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter - Chapter 544

Chapter 544: Chapter 543: Victory, Lin Jinyun_1
 

“Qingluo won!”

Seated inside the tent, the young masters and mistresses from various courtyards couldn’t help but cheer and clap excitedly, disregarding their family rules and propriety.

Old Master was so happy that his beard curled, and his cane tapped loudly on the floor.

Duke of Zhen was in a great mood, stroking his beard with a big smile.

Duchess of Zhen was beaming, and if it wasn’t for her respect for her mother-in-law, she would’ve jumped up from her chair in excitement.

“Qingluo won, she really won.”

Ye Xue’e was too nervous to see the details, but upon hearing the passionate cheers, she stretched out her neck to look at the center of the arena.

At this moment, Lin Qingluo had already run outside the arena, smiling as she helped Fifth Brother up.

“Qingluo, I’m impressed, you’re amazing!”

Lin Jinlong patted off the dust on himself, gave a thumbs up, and admired Qingluo wholeheartedly.

Others may not know, but they only saw the two fight for thirty rounds, with high entertainment value and lots of excitement.

Only he knew that from the beginning to the end, he was shrouded in a sharp killing intent, making it hard for him to catch his breath.

If Qingluo hadn’t shown mercy and deliberately held back with one hand to extend the fight to thirty moves, he probably wouldn’t have been able to last even ten moves.

Just like his long spear, it would have been defeated with a single move.

“Thanks for the compliment, Fifth Brother.”

Lin Qingluo pulled at her eyelids and made a funny face.

“Haha, you’re being naughty again.”

Her playful action made Lin Jinlong laugh, and his mood became happier as he watched his clever little sister.

“Next, Jinyun, you’re up.”

Lin Jinyu’s sword-like brows furrowed, adding to his pressure.

His little sister’s martial arts prowess was even more formidable than he imagined.

“Okay.”

Lin Jinyun adjusted his mood, walked into the arena holding his long sword.

“Fourth Brother, go for it!”

As he passed Lin Jinlong, he received an encouraging look from him.

“Haha, alright.”

He smiled calmly, putting the outcome aside, and fully enjoyed the pleasant sensation of sparring with a master.

Lin Qingluo was skilled in swordsmanship, and her best technique, the Falling Petals Divine Sword, could break open the sky and crack the ground at the pinnacle of its power.

A single sword could split the heavens, topple rivers and oceans.

Killing enemy generals in the midst of thousands of soldiers was as easy as reaching into a bag and pulling out an object.

Through cycles of reincarnation and rebirth, she was born again as a human.

Though her mana was not as great as before, her profound and miraculous sword intent remained, and she could effortlessly display a set of sword techniques without the help of mana, still to be reckoned with.

Lin Jinyun’s best skill was also swordsmanship, but his sword intent was no match for the former God of War.

Lin Qingluo merely brandished a sword flower casually, and the impenetrable sword aura, layer upon layer, resembled rolling waves, overwhelming and oppressive, making it difficult for him to breathe.

The bamboo and sword crisscrossed, sparking dazzling flares of light.

After thirty moves, Lin Qingluo held back, her bamboo flute striking Lin Jinyun’s wrist just right.

“Clang.”

A piercing sound, and Lin Jinyun’s longsword fell to the ground as he was forced out of the arena.

“Good!”

The deafening applause resounded both inside and outside the Martial Arts Arena.

The Duchess of Zhen couldn’t contain her excitement any longer and finally stood up from her chair.

Clapping her hands and stomping her feet, she let out a loud cheer, her high-pitched voice echoing within the tent, particularly shrill.

Duke of Zhen’s beard quivered three times, and her sudden screech startled him, causing the corners of his mouth to twitch involuntarily.

“Haha.”

Old Master was in a great mood, not minding the Duchess of Zhen’s chatter, and stroked his beard with a big smile.

“Qingluo won.”

“She won so beautifully.”

Lin Xiaoyang and Ye Xue’e were overwhelmed with excitement.

The husband and wife stood up from their chairs together, filled with pride and joy, receiving admiring glances from all around.