Shui wasn’t alarmed when she saw Feng Wu moving in close.
She sneered, unconcerned.
“I don’t know what happened to you.
Your strength has improved, but even improved it won’t work.
You can’t beat me.
I’m not an ordinary magician.
You want to decide the outcome with close combat? Come on then! Let’s see your efforts!”

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A sword appeared in Shui’s hand.
Yes it was a sword.
She was a dual magician/martial cultivator.

There weren’t many dual cultivators because learning magic took a long time, so you wouldn’t have enough time to commit to practicing your swordsmanship.
Trying to practice both meant you could, at best, be mediocre with both, but never truly excellent.

However here were a small number of geniuses who were able to excel at both.
Whether it was magical arts or martial qi, they could cultivate both at the same time.
Some even became sword and magic gods simultaneously.

The most famous was Longze-Jiamoer.
He attained godhood for both before ascending to the heavens to pursue even greater power.

It was because of Longze-Jiamoer that dual cultivation became popular, but ultimately less than ten people succeeded in being dual cultivators.

So it was a shock to everyone that Shui was a dual cultivator.
Feng Ting was the most surprised of everyone there.
She didn’t not know Shui had such a good card up her sleeve.
Shui said she kept Feng Ting as a good sister, but in actuality she’d kept such a good secret to herself.

Feng Ting hated Shui for being so guarded, but she didn’t let it show on her face.
She stared intently at the field, trying to see if Feng Wu could escape Shui’s attack.

“How unexpected! Shui knows both martial and magical arts.
Feng Wu is dead.” Ning Fei was excited.

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“But Feng Wu is actually pretty strong.
Compared to her broken cultivation, where she couldn ’t advance in either arts, she ’s completely different now.
Too bad her opponent is Shui.” Lu Zhong was also surprised.

“That’s true.”

The two talked as though the outcome was already set, like Feng Wu was already beaten and bruised from the battle.

Feng Wu wasn’t intimidated.
She drew out her own sword and clashed against Shui’s.

Shui’s swordsmanship wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t mastery level.
If she was fighting against a regular sword user, then her victory would have been a foregone conclusion, however she was fighting against Feng Wu, a genius sword user.
Her talent was heads and shoulders above Shui’s.

Shui blocked Feng Wu’s initial attack.
Then she used Moving Clouds and Flowing Waters to counter.
Every attack was aimed at Feng Wu’s right hand.
Feng Wu would have already lost her arm if she didn ’t have her sword to block.

Feng Wu stepped back in a burst of wind.
She blocked all of Shui’s attacks like they were nothing.

Shui thought Feng Wu was just a novice sword user, so she hadn’t given Feng Wu much thought, but now her face changed.
She had been slapped twice by Feng Wu because she had underestimated her.

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Feng Wu was stronger than Shui expected.
She was overwhelmed at how difficult the fight was.

She retreated several steps to get some distance between them.
Once she retreated enough she would be able to use magic again.

Obviously Feng Wu wasn’t going to let that happen.
She rushed at Shui.
By the time Shui pulled her sword to block, it was too late.
A gash ripped into her skin.
The cut was deep enough to leave a trail of blood down her arm.

“Ah!” screamed Shui.
She grabbed at the cut with her uninjured hand and backed up several steps.
Blood pooled at her feet as it flowed down her arm.

“Shui!” Her family screamed in worry.

After their initial shock wore off, Ning Fei and Lu Zhong also became concerned.

Madam Lan, Papa Feng, and Tian were relieved.
They had been ready to rush in and interrupt the fight if Feng Wu was in danger, but fortunately Feng Wu was OK.
In fact they were surprised she could win against Shui.

They had really underestimated her before.

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Tian: Xiao Wu is so good!

Madam Lan: See, who says Xiao Wu is a broken cultivator?

Papa Feng: Admittance into Xingguang Holy Academy is so difficult.
As expected, those who can enroll are geniuses.

Papa Feng was incredibly proud of Xiao Wu.

“It seems our family’s Xiao Wu won the match.” Papa Feng’s expression was still as cold as ice, but from his voice you could tell he was in a good mood.

“It’s not over yet! I can still fight.” Shui yelled out.
There was no way she’d accept the defeat, not against this kind of useless person!

“The wound on your arm is deep.
It’s better to see to it immediately.” Papa Feng frowned as he looked at Shui.

“I’m fine.
I can keep fighting.”

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“Shui, don’t try to be tough.” Bai looked uneasily at his sister’s bloody arm.

“It’s OK.
I want to continue,” Shui said, refusing to admit defeat.
She pointed her sword at Feng Wu.
“I can’t accept losing to her.” The determination was clear in her eyes.

Madam Qui was confident in her daughter’s ability to win, after all Shui still had a bunch of good items she hadn’t used yet.
After thinking it over, Madam Qui decided she wanted the match to continue.
“OK, stop trying to convince your sister.
Let her finish the match.
After this we’ll go home and there won’t be any more trouble about this matter.”

Bai sighed, but nodded in agreement.
He wouldn’t say anything else.

“Don’t think you can beat me like this.
I’ll show you the gap between us.”

Shui suddenly took out a red pill after saying that.
She popped it in her mouth, letting it melt on her tongue and flow down her throat.
Her rank rose from 8th junior magician to 9th, then 10th! Then 11th! It kept going up higher and higher.
It didn’t stop until she reached the 25th level.
She stood as a senior level magician and sword master.

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