A gentle breeze flapped Li Meirong's wide sleeves as she grabbed her spiritually made blade.
On the other side of the stage, Liu Jiayu's eyes were filled with a cold light. Wei Qi's accidental death had thrown her a bit off balance, but not enough for an armament master such as herself to back away from the fight ahead.
Liu Jiayu was not sure what kind of magic Li Meirong possessed that she did not bleed, but she did not intend to lose to a newly recruited junior.
When it came to martial arts, Liu Jiayu was the one with the superior experience and training, and so she was not overly concerned about the outcome of the battle. All she had to do was make the tiniest slice on Li Meirong's skin, and the Bloodsucking Parasol would activate its powers.
She carefully placed the Bloodsucking Parasol at her feet, and then manifested a thin, elegant looking sword from her spatial bag.
