The Female Cultivator In The World Of Men

"Anything huh?" Le Fang Ling was amused by the way Elder Lin did things. She was no restricting their fight but was also making them be on edge all the time by saying it.

One wrong move and it was all over for them.

The fight just got harder due to this fact.

"Underhanded tactics and skill? Humph, person as righteous as me has no need for something as trivial as that." Song Yang wrinkled his brows in disgust as he looked at the smiling face of Le Fang Ling.

'You won't be smiling like that any longer, junior sister,' he snickered in his heart and knew that he had already won the fight before it even started.

"Start!"

Elder Lin's voice echoed in the hall indicating the beginning of the match.

Elder Lin had already excused herself to the place among the students and was looking at the duel as a spectator. That way she was going to be able to catch their faults all the while enjoying the fight to the full.

'Show me everything that you have achieved from that day,' she jerked her paper fan open and placed it in front of her hiding her face under it.

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Now, on the stage, there were only two people left standing.

Song Yang surrounded his entire body with qi as he readied himself for the fight.

*Swoosh~*

A glowing light appeared in his hand which, Le fang Ling doubted was going to morph in to a sword.

Just as she was watching, the light split once again into two different portions and each portion took form of a sharp edged weapon.

"Oh! A twin sword? I missed by a small margin."

Everyone gasped in surprise when they saw two identical swords that he was holding.

No, it was wrong to say that they were identical because one of the swords was slightly shorter than the other one.

Elder Lin noticed this subtle difference in the swords he was holding.

"Oho, twin swords that are identical but also purely different form each other?" She whispered softly as she looked at the swords he was carrying.

"This is an interesting sword play," she mumbled quietly as she continued to observe them.

"But let's see if he can execute it to live up to its name," she sighed.

From the dress he was wearing, it was evident that he was an outer-court disciple, which meant he was still lacking in skill and knowledge.

"So, he is in the 4th realm of body enhancement realm." She continued to assess the student. Although she was not sure what the end result was going to be, this student had caught her eyes.

She was expecting something unique from him even if it was perfect or useful.

"And he would have to work on his expression and killing intent, he is giving off his intention way too easily."

She wanted to face palm looking at Song Yan, whose face despite being devoid of any emotion was filled with the sole intention of defeating Le Fang Ling.

His face was devoid of any emotions.  It kind of made him appear as if he had trouble smiling.

Now everybody's attention was shifted towards  Le fang Ling who had done nothing else than standing  empty handed. Even the expression on her face looked as if she was here on a picnic and not to duel with him.

"What is she doing?"

"Is she for real? Or is she trying to belittle Song Yang?"

"Pfft, the daughter of southern north is a scardy cat."

Small murmurs started to erupt in the hall as they started to bad mouth of Le fang Ling when they saw her motionless on the stage.

"She might be frozen due to fear, don't tell me she peed herself?" Laughter echoed in the hall.

"Silence!" Elder Lin sent a strong gust of wind towards the guy who was saying worthless things about Le Fang Ling.

"Huh? Ahhh…." Before he could even react, he was struck hard by the powerful storm that had come his way.

He immediately covered himself with qi and made a shield in front of him to reduce the impact but he was too late and too weak.

The wind broke the weak shield like as of it was a house made of card. Instead, he was sent flying to the opposite wall of the hall from where he was. He knocked himself on the wall and fell down with a loud thumping sound.

His face screwed up in pain when he felt one of the ribs of his lung break when he hit the wall.

"Isn't it a basic courtesy to be respectful when you are attending a duel of someone else?" She said as she raised her hand.

Along with the motion of her hand, the guy who was wrenching and pain from the broken rib levitated from the ground and started flying towards her in a fast motion.

Elder Lin gathered her qi in her fingertips and as soon as the guy arrived to her range, she pressed her fingers on his chest and at a few other points.

"There," she threw the guy on the floor and dusted off her hands.

"I have healed you." she pointed to his chest and added, "Now be a good boy and silently watch the match."

"Or scram!"

"I apo-ologize, Elder Lin," the disciple fell down on his knees. As soon as he was done with his apology, he stood up and ran away from there in fear.

'Tch, ran with his tails between the legs,' she watched him exit the hall and turned her attention to Le fang ling.

While from the outside, she looked as if she was doing nothing, Elder Lin with her divine sense could easily sense the invisible layer of thin of stable and solid qi that was surrounding her body.

"Heh, so this is what you chose to do huh?' she shut her fan close and exclaimed to herself.

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Le Fang Ling was currently in the third layer of Body Enhancement Realm. After her rigorous training from 2 days and 2 nights, she had regained the strength in her muscles and bone.

Despite her body looking thin and frail, she was after all a martial artists. If only they real Le Fang Ling had not closed herself for a whole month and tortured her body, she was sure her body would have been in much better condition.

"This feels a lot easier now," she finally opened her eyes when she had finished  covering herself with a thin layer of qi since that was the best thing she had learned  and also the only thing she could do with confidence.

She had still to learn to use any weapon and the only weapon she had was an old axe.  To make up for her weakness, she relearnt the fighting style that the real Le Fang Ling had made.

And boy, it sure was hard.

Le Fang ling thought about her sleepless night and days filled with her bone aching and her body crying out to her for rest.

"Let's put them to test," she moved her head sideways which was accompanied by snapping sound of bones in the neck.

"Oi Oi Oi, Are you sure you can face me without any weapon?" Song Yang gave a mocking laughter when he saw her standing without doing anything.

"Well, why don't you come and check out for yourself?" she smiled looking at him while provoking him with her words.

"Heh, I will wipe the smug look from your face," his expression darkened and without a moment wasted lunged forward at Le Fang Ling with the tip of the ight sword pointed right at her heart.