Colorful Phoenix Flying

Snow blurred my vision, compelling everyone to rely solely on instinct for self-protection. Much like Ye Ying, who, without a moment's thought, issued a sharp command, unleashing two vibrant ribbons from her sleeves to envelop herself in an impenetrable cocoon against the storm.

My meticulously prepared offensive was rendered futile against this silken shield, yet I remained undeterred. If necessary, I could always start anew; this girl was hardly my match, even if she brandished a weapon.

Such a flamboyant martial art! I ought to consider adopting a more striking technique.

In the midst of this distraction, a thought struck me: I should purchase another set of martial arts cards. When I originally selected my rewards from Judina, I had contemplated acquiring a swordsmanship card to compensate for my lack of weapon proficiency.

However, the martial arts cards on Demon Island were predominantly bundled sets. The better internal skill cards ranged from level one to ten, while the techniques comprised dozens of moves, requiring numerous cards. Adhering to the principle of selecting the costly over the suitable, I ultimately chose not to opt for any martial arts-related rewards.

During my time on Demon Island, I had been preoccupied with work and had yet to explore the auction house, leaving me with no acquisitions. Consequently, my techniques remained limited to the Flying Flower Sweeping Leaves and the Carefree Cave Palm.

Once the wild girl regained her composure and dispelled the anomalies from her eyes, she shouted again, her two ribbons swirling gracefully, akin to a dancing dragon, leaving me momentarily dazzled. Nevertheless, this level of distraction did not hinder my response.

There seems to have been a misunderstanding; I had no intention of engaging in such a tasteless display in a crowded setting, nor did I plan to resort to weapons. I shifted my palm techniques and re-engaged her, striving to maintain distance.

Though her weapon excelled in ranged attacks, I had discerned early on that this girl, resembling Ye Ying, lacked sufficient internal energy. 

Unable to unleash the full potential of her peculiar martial art, her ribbons became feeble at a distance, providing me the perfect opportunity to explain as we fought.

What will it take for you to relent? Although your skills are commendable, you cannot hope to best me. The main battlefield lies over there; stealing the spotlight is not so simple!

"Once I bring you down, I'll show you who truly prevails!"

Her fierce declaration ignited my irritation; this had devolved into a matter of pride. There was no room left for reason. Not every beautiful girl would receive special treatment from me; my earlier concession was merely due to my own fault. If she continued to be so ungracious, the rationale would swiftly shift in my favor, leaving no room for politeness. 

The martial art she employed was called Colorful Phoenix Flying, a level seven martial arts card comprising one hundred and eight moves. I had first noticed it while searching for martial arts cards at the auction house, priced at sixty million demon coins. Although I had money at the time, the exorbitant costs had intimidated me, preventing any reckless spending. Moreover, the intricate nature of this technique was clearly tailored for women, leading me to ultimately opt for the more economically viable unnamed martial arts manual.

If mastered to perfection, this technique would blend offense and defense seamlessly, proving exceptionally practical. Yet, this striking girl was evidently a novice on Demon Island, having acquired a complete set of moves without matching internal skills, allowing me ample opportunity to counter her techniques.

I deliberately slowed my left hand, letting her ribbons ensnare me, then swiftly grasped her other ribbon with my right hand. Channeling my unnamed martial arts, I directed an icy internal force through the two ribbons.

With a sharp cry, the wild girl's complexion turned ashen. My unnamed martial arts had reached the fifth level of the Eight Extraordinary Meridians; had I not harnessed the power through her ribbons, it would have been sufficient to freeze a robust man instantly.

I had shown restraint, merely seeking to disarm her; otherwise, her hands would have been frostbitten by now. I tugged twice, but the girl proved stubborn, refusing to relinquish her weapon.

I thought to myself, "If you refuse to let go of your weapon, then I shall subdue you along with it."

Having absorbed the impact of my internal energy, her movements slowed, and as I pulled her closer, she retaliated with a kick, sealing six or seven acupoints on her body.

My skills in acupoint sealing were rather rudimentary. However, my chilling internal energy was unparalleled; once it entered her body, even a slight deviation from the acupoints would leave her immobile, allowing me to demonstrate my prowess with my feet.

Even other martial arts masters, despite being far superior to me, would not possess such a flamboyant technique.

"Very well, it is clear that I have the upper hand now. I assure you, my earlier actions were unintentional. You may either accept my apology or return to your training and seek greater mastery before seeking retribution. I shall release you now."

"Waah!"

As soon as I let go, the once fierce girl did not accept the ribbons I offered but instead curled up, sobbing uncontrollably. This left me feeling rather awkward.

You had been the one attacking all along; I merely defended myself and did not inflict any pain. Please, stop crying; there are so many people here!

My attempts at consolation only exacerbated her tears, creating chaos around me and distracting me from the battle between Yan Tianhong and Killing King Jack.

At that moment, Yan Tianhong had unleashed her formidable prowess, severing Killing King Jack's arm with a single stroke. However, the man was indeed peculiar; the severed limb, upon hitting the ground, emitted a metallic sound. Yan Tianhong's five-foot-long blade was enveloped in a faint azure flame along its edge, resembling a fiery blade, which she had used to cleave Jack's arm.

The outcome of the battle was evident; the elder appeared quite pleased and sent forth a tall, striking man to join the fray, while the opposing faction grew increasingly agitated, dispatching a bald man into the arena.

I cast a fleeting glance at the battlefield, finding little interest in the clash. As I turned to offer another remark, I hastily distanced myself from the irritable girl. Yet, she suddenly seized her ribbons, her voice choked with emotion as she said, "I'm sorry; I know you didn't mean it, but I'm feeling so low. I just wanted to find someone to spar with. Please forgive my earlier rudeness."