Chapter 1495: Chapter 1134: Who Says Victory or Defeat Requires Making a Move?

"Stop delaying! Start the duel quickly!"

This shout was quite loud, startling Gu Changsheng, causing the folding fan in her hand to pause.

Standing on the arena, Gu Changsheng frowned, turned her head, glanced sideways at the spectator stands, and saw Elder Yuh, her expression immediately turned less pleasant. She sneered and retorted, "Why are you yelling? You startled your old lady here. Can you afford that? What’s the rush? In this hot weather, can’t a person fan themselves to cool off?"

On the side stands, hearing this, Elder Yuh’s old face turned a little embarrassed!

Startled? Your shout was even louder than his, hardly looks like you got startled!

And you’re the mighty Southern Emperor, calling yourself an old lady. Is it really okay to elevate your own status like that? How do you expect all these elders, whose ages far exceed yours, to feel?

Yet, they did not have the right to contradict Gu Changsheng’s words, so they were quite frustrated!

"Nangong Yun, don’t delay the duel time, strike now!" And sitting beside Elder Yuh, the Elder of the Nangong Family glanced at Elder Yuh’s face and also spoke in a deep voice. Only, these words were clearly directed at the other person on the arena!

As for Gu Changsheng, they were truly at a loss, not knowing how to deal with her!

With the identity of the Southern Emperor, even if they had immense courage, they could not treat her like an ordinary Hidden World Clan disciple. In fact, they would love to, but clearly, the Southern Emperor wouldn’t allow it!

"Yes!"

Gotta say, Elder Nangong’s urging was quite effective. Nangong Yun immediately responded in a deep voice, and then the longsword in his hand instantly unsheathed, stabbing straight toward Gu Changsheng, "Please pardon me, Southern Emperor!"

This move was not flashy, but the angle was quite tricky!

Clearly, Nangong Yun realized that further delay would only make him more embarrassed. Under the gaze of the public, even if the Southern Emperor’s words and actions were somewhat inappropriate, she was still the Southern Emperor. How could the world criticize her words and deeds? The one being criticized would only be himself!

"Ho! Young man, you’re trying to get the jump on me, that’s not fair!"

Gu Changsheng watched the stabbing longsword, swiftly closed her folding fan, and blocked it quickly.

"Bang!"

Yue Xilou’s folding fan truly lived up to its name as one of the top ten weapons on the Itinerant World Divine Weapons List!

Gu Changsheng’s block was executed without using inner strength, yet, she successfully altered Nangong Yun’s sword trajectory, making it graze past her body!

"Great weapon!"

The sword missed, but Nangong Yun wasn’t anxious. He twirled his sword, a gleam shone in his eyes as he looked at the folding fan in Gu Changsheng’s hand, and spoke in a deep voice.

His longsword came from a Hidden World Clan, considered a Divine Weapon, yet the folding fan in Gu Changsheng’s hand was undamaged upon contact!

This was enough to prove that her fan was not as ordinary as it appeared!

"The Spring Breeze doesn’t care about Yue Xilou’s folding fan! One of the ten divine weapons of the Itinerant World!"

Below the arena, someone knowledgeable about Jianghu weaponry immediately shouted excitedly.

"The Southern Emperor is holding the weapon of the Cool Breeze Bright Moon Tower Master! Godfather, she’s using such a divine weapon just to fan herself! That’s so extravagant!"

The exclamations from below the arena did not affect the duelists above in the slightest.

Hearing Nangong Yun’s praise, a mischievous smile immediately appeared on Gu Changsheng’s face, "Hehe, you flatter me!"

Divine weapon?

Are you joking?

Unlike my dear Flower Peacock who has a hidden flair, my usual weapon isn’t even a fan!

The reason for bringing a fan to the duel, well, naturally, the fan had different uses here!

For example, fanning oneself to cool off...

Clearly, a dagger isn’t as handy as a fan, right?

"Take this!" Nangong Yun only paused his gaze on the fan in Gu Changsheng’s hand for a brief moment before launching an even more ferocious attack, sweeping toward Gu Changsheng with overwhelming force!

An expert on the edge of the Transformative Realm had strength comparable to Gu Changsheng. Nangong Yun’s full-on attack instantly stirred up both the arena and the stands!

"Heavens! Is this the strength of someone at the edge of the Transformative Realm? Such robust inner strength! Such fierce moves! Such speed!"

"The Southern Emperor’s speed doesn’t fall short either! Didn’t you see that Nangong Yun’s sword didn’t even touch her clothes?"

"..."

"Bang!"

The majestic Sword Qi swept across, exploding on the arena with a sound like thunder!

"Young man, don’t be in such a hurry, alright? Come, come, let me fan you!"

Gu Changsheng made a nimble turn, seeming to see through Nangong Yun’s moves, once again retreated unscathed from the aftermath of sword qi. At the moment of retreat, the folding fan in his hand opened and closed, brushing past Nangong Yun’s side...

The breeze stirred up by the folding fan could likely be ignored on such a stormy arena!

Yet, Gu Changsheng was thoroughly enjoying himself!

Evasion!

No matter how fierce Nangong Yun’s moves were, in the face of Gu Changsheng’s relentless evasion, it was all in vain!

In the balance of gain and loss, after many attempts, all moves missed; Nangong Yun couldn’t help but grow anxious in his heart. Especially seeing Gu Changsheng constantly shaking his fan at the gaps between his strikes, occasionally fanning his face once or twice; Nangong Yun’s face grew darker and darker!

He was exerting all his strength, while Gu Changsheng was obviously handling it effortlessly!

It’s not that Gu Changsheng’s level was truly much higher than his; it’s that one was earnestly seeking battle, and the other was solely focused on evasion. This martial contest appeared exceedingly comical!

"Bang!"

"Boom!"

"..."

Several fierce moves were thrown out; Nangong Yun had exhausted all his tricks, wholeheartedly trying to force Gu Changsheng to counterattack!

"Heavens! What on earth is Southern Emperor doing? At this moment, why is she only competing in fanning wind? If this continues, she’ll lose for sure!"

"Yes! Look, several times Southern Emperor has been forced into awkward positions by Nangong Yun..."

"This..."

Watching this ridiculous martial contest, the faces of the spectators both above and below the arena twisted in response.

With Gu Changsheng solely evading and not making any moves, Nangong Yun managed to force Gu Changsheng into a quite awkward position!

After all, in a duel between two of equal level, their strength was already comparable. Even if both exert all effort, winning was not so easy. Moreover, Gu Changsheng hadn’t made a single move from start to end, merely parrying and occasionally fanning?

Meanwhile, on the side viewing platform, the faces of the Hidden World Clan Elders carried smiles.

"Hmph! She’s obviously aware that winning the Nirvana Martial Contest is hopeless, planning to let it all go?"

"It looks like it! However, without making a move, even if she loses in the first round of the Nirvana Martial Contest, she has an excuse to exonerate herself. Southern Emperor really has deep cunning!"

"As long as she loses, it doesn’t matter how she excuses her defeat! To want to secure the First position in front of our Hidden World Clan youths is truly delusional. It seems the children’s involvement is unnecessary!"

"Better to intervene; after all, we’ve suffered greatly under Southern Emperor’s hand. No matter what, we need to regain some face; let the clan’s disciples show the world a bit, or else the world might truly think that our Hidden World Clan lacks exceptional children, losing to someone from the mundane world!"

"Indeed! Haha..."

"Haha..."

The Hidden World Clan Elders believed Gu Changsheng knew she was bound to lose from the start, so she had already given up on the contest, choosing such a passive start. They seemed to see Gu Changsheng’s defeat in front of Nangong Yun, already planning cheerfully how to leverage the Nirvana Martial Contest to recover their lost dignity beneath Gu Changsheng.

"What on earth is this youngster doing? If this continues, she truly will lose! Nangong Yun is not just anyone; yet she dares to be so arrogant, not making a single move at this stage!" On the main viewing platform, the always observant Old Madam Zuoqiu was terribly anxious. Watching Gu Changsheng narrowly avoid another move from Nangong Yun, her Dragon Head Cane struck the ground, her tone revealing urgent concern.

People on the main viewing platform exchanged glances, momentarily unable to respond.

Indeed!

Not a single move made!

In that instant, Nangong Yun had already made over a hundred moves, while Gu Changsheng, besides fanning, hadn’t made one!

What is passive beating? This is it!

Although not truly hit, Gu Changsheng was already forced into a thoroughly awkward position!

At that moment, after exerting full force, still unable to provoke even half a move from Gu Changsheng, Nangong Yun’s heart was utterly anxious. Although appearing as if he were in the favored position, only he knew that all along, Gu Changsheng was taking hits passively. If this continues, even if he wins by chance, it wouldn’t be an honorable victory!

As a man, Nangong Yun clearly couldn’t accept such reality!

"Gu Changsheng, make a move! Let’s have a fair fight, win or lose!" Angry and impatient, Nangong Yun disregarded addressing Gu Changsheng as Southern Emperor, calling out her name impetuously, lowly urging as his moves once again fiercely swept toward Gu Changsheng.

He had really had enough of such a ridiculous contest!

Feeling as if being toyed with like a monkey!

"Haha... young man, no need to be anxious!" Clad in crimson robes, under the sweep of Nangong Yun’s sword qi, billowing, rustling loudly, Gu Changsheng heard and still had a casual smile on her bright face. Lightly waving the folding fan in her hand, blocking Nangong Yun’s lethal strike once more, her lips curled slightly, raising a sinister smile, resolutely declaring, "Who says, when discussing victory or defeat, one must make a move?"