Third-Rank Warrior

The crowd fell silent right after the announcement.

No one had expected either that anyone other than Mu Ting'er could bring about such silence.

On the tournament stage, a white-clad figure walked to the center. Although the girl looked a bit thin today, her stunning posture made it impossible for people to avert their eyes. Compared with Mu Ting'er, who was as delicate as a little white flower, she was like a pine and a bamboo on a snowy mountain, standing upright proudly - unafraid of the bitter cold.

Everyone had to admit that the most outstanding daughter of the Mu Family was Mu Ting'er, but the most beautiful one was undoubtedly this Ziyue Country's good-for-nothing waste, Mu Ruyue.

Her beauty, like the magnificence of the moon, actually blinded the crowd for a moment.

"You're Mu Ruyue." Li Lu's lips quirked up as he looked at Mu Ruyue wantonly. "If you lose to me, you'll be my 13th concubine. How about that?"

"Sure." Mu Ruyue smiled, but her smile was devoid of any warmth. "But if you lose, you'll obey me from now on and recognize me as your master, deal?"

"Haha!" Li Lu laughed abandonedly and looked at Mu Ruyue with a touch of interest. "What's the harm in agreeing to you?"

As his words trailed off, he paused and continued, "Because I won't lose!"

Mu Ruyue's reputation as a waste had spread far and wide in Ziyue Country, so how could he possibly lose at her hands?

However, before Li Lu had time to make a move, Mu Ruyue started first. Li Lu's breath stagnated at the sight of the sword in her hand flickering with a biting cold aura at the tip.

"Third-ranked warrior!"

That's right; this woman was indeed exuding the aura that only a third-ranked warrior possessed.

Li Lu's face changed as he swung his sword to defend himself. And at that instant, he only felt something hitting his chest so hard that he couldn't resist spurting out a mouthful of blood and retreating a few steps back.

This unexpected outcome left everyone speechless.

Li Lu might not be strong, but he was also a third-ranked warrior. How could that waste possibly beat him into spitting blood?

"Third rank, she's actually at third rank!" Mu Qing clenched his teeth and stared resentfully at Mu Ruyue.

At this point, he wasn't shocked that his daughter wasn't trash nor did he feel cleansed of the shame. He merely felt that this damned girl kept her strength to herself and dragged the name waste in public—clearly in deliberate opposition to him.

Mu Yixue and Mu Ting'er looked equally unsightly.

Mu Yixue was unhappy because she frequently cursed Mu Ruyue for being a waste but could no longer insult her like that. Mu Ting'er, in contrast, was upset due to her clear knowledge that Mu Ruyue could never cultivate.

She clearly poisoned her herself and the talent test also proved that her meridians were blocked. So, why was she able to cultivate? Moreover, a match with a warrior of the same rank, Li Lu, should've ended in a draw. How could she have beaten him to the point of spitting blood with one move?

It was ridiculous how this Mu trio, who had always been ashamed of her for being a waste, now resented her after she discarded this title. They believed she had made it harder for them to hold their heads up and only wished for someone to kill her at once.

"I concede." Li Lu raised his hand high and stated in heartfelt conviction, "Miss Mu really hides her talents deeply. You took me by surprise. I just don't understand one thing—why is it that we're both third-ranked warriors, but I sense you're stronger than that?"

It was because of this hunch that Li Lu knew there was no point in fighting. He was bound to lose.