Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!-Chapter 370 Similar

Peter looked at her anxiously, with two minutes to go, Yun Yue had taken a two-point lead although she herself had scored one. But her current state was worrisome.

The first bout ended, and there was a one-minute break.

"Lisa, you were too impulsive just now, the opponent is clearly trying to provoke you," Peter said, looking at Lisa’s pale face, her breathing uneven due to her frustration.

She sat on the chair, with a cold expression, angrily saying, "She’s very strong!"

The strongest opponent she had ever faced!

Peter received a call and his expression immediately turned respectful, "Yes, I understand."

He hung up the phone and looked at Lisa with a cold gaze, "Young Master Qiu just called to tell you not to act rashly. She is strong, but you are not weak, you’ve been the champion for two years."

"I know," Lisa’s eyes narrowed slightly, she would certainly not lose!

Feng Ye couldn’t help but put his hand on her shoulder, withdrew halfway through, and said with a grin, "Not bad, Yun Xiaoyue, I didn’t expect you could press Lisa like that."

"With this way of playing, victory is certain," Xiao Feng said, relaxed, his 15 million wasn’t bet in vain.

"It won’t be," Yun Yue shook her head, "She was provoked by me in the first bout, but she’s calmed down. The next two bouts are going to be tough."

Lisa had been the champion for two years, her strength should not be underestimated. If it were a few years ago when she was at her peak, Lisa would be no match for her, but she hadn’t practiced fencing for three years and was a bit rusty, whereas Lisa practiced every day.

It was hard to say if winning was certain.

"What should we do? Xiao Dian, think of something," Feng Ye said, never having seen her speak of having a hard time before. If she said it’s difficult, it must be tough. He thought it would be an easy win.

Xiao Feng: "... Miss Yun, come on, I’ve bet all I have on you."

Yun Yue couldn’t help but twitch the corners of her mouth, "Thank you for your high regard."

Xiao Dian’s expression was serious, "I don’t have a solution either."

If he had that ability, Jay would have stepped up long ago when he had an issue. Moreover, he wasn’t the one coaching the training normally, only knowing the rules of the game, he wouldn’t know how to strategize even if he wanted to.

Yun Yue put on her helmet, saying lightly, "It’s okay, I’ll adapt."

A casual dismissal from Yun Yue relieved Feng Ye and Xiao Feng considerably. If she said it’s okay, did it mean she was confident of winning?

The referee signaled the start, and this time they fenced fiercely, both only attacking with no defense. However, Yun Yue had the advantage of a slim figure, coupled with her solid foundation, dodging many attacks.

Lisa was taller than Yun Yue, so it was harder for her to avoid the attacks.

Only the commentator’s excited voice could be heard, the spectators all held their breath watching this pinnacle duel.

Both sides fought fiercely and brilliantly, the score close and competitive.

The second bout ended, Yun Yue with 13 points, Lisa with 10.

The final bout would decide the winner.

Feng Ye said excitedly, "Just two more points to win, a three-point gap, just by holding out until the end of time can also win."

Yun Yue took the towel from Xiao Chen’s hand, wiping the sweat from her face and neck, her untameable spirit evident, "Hold out?"

"My life has never been about holding out."

Feng Ye slapped his lips, quickly agreeing, "Yes, yes, you are the greatest."

Yun Yue threw the towel onto the chair, striding confidently and with ease, raising an eyebrow at Lisa.

"You’re strong, but I won’t lose!" Lisa said with narrowed eyes, targeting her with her sword, no matter what, she would not lose!

Yun Yue’s lips moved slightly, "You’re not bad either."

Although she hadn’t wielded a sword in three years, the score itself was testament to her strength.

The referee gave the signal, and the two immediately launched their attacks, the speed of their thrusts dazzling the audience who could only see flashes of the blades.

Fortunately, there were cameras on the scene. Only after slowing the footage down to one-third speed were they able to clearly see the direction of the sword tips.

Lisa scored two consecutive points, closing the gap to a mere one point and causing everyone to tense up.

"Holy shit! How come there’s only a one-point difference all of a sudden!" Feng Ye couldn’t help but exclaim, stricken with nerves.

Xiao Chen’s jaw was clenched tight as he fixated on the figure on the field.

Yun Yue eyed her opponent and ultimately resisted using that move, her clear and bright eyes shimmering with intense interest, perhaps recognizing a kindred spirit.

If she had appeared just three years earlier, they might have become each other’s toughest competitors.

The final two points.

The match had reached a fever pitch.

Shock flickered in Lisa’s eyes as she watched in disbelief; her opponent’s speed seemed to be increasing, so fast that she could no longer see the sword and could only dodge.

"She’s actually been hiding her true strength!" Peter’s expression changed drastically as he stood up suddenly, wondering if such speed was really possible.

"Miss Yun’s speed seems to be getting faster and faster," Xiao Dian said, stunned, the rapidity dazzling.

In the last minute, she secured the 15th point, concluding the match with Lisa at 12 points.

"She won! Yue Yun claims first place, breaking Lisa’s two-year winning streak, truly an exhilarating match – Yue Yun’s speed was astonishingly fast."

Reporters immediately swarmed the scene, eagerly snapping photos of the two, their expressions excited; this was hot news material!

"Speaking of fighting style, has anyone noticed that Yue Yun’s style is somewhat reminiscent of a retired fencer’s style?"

"Are you talking about K, the fencer who also held the championship for two years?"

...

The commentators’ words reminded everyone, and the venue instantly buzzed with discussion.

Xiao Chen’s gaze flickered, and he looked at her, a smile curving at his lips: "Not a bad performance."

Hearing the commentators, Feng Ye contemplated for a moment then, seeing Yun Xiaoyue come down, he eagerly went up to her with a smile: "Yun Xiaoyue, you’re amazing, ah! I’m such a fan."

In his life, he had only ever admired Master Chen, and now there was her too!

What couldn’t she do?!

"Miss Yun, thank you," Xiao Dian expressed his sincere appreciation. She had helped Tu Mi Garden win the Medical Organization’s spot.

Yun Yue’s lips curled upwards, just as she was about to speak, a crowd of reporters gathered around. Xiao Chen signaled to Xiao Feng with a glance, and he promptly stepped forward to block the throng of journalists as they headed toward the resting area. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

"Father," Lisa walked off the field with a sullen expression. She had never imagined her opponent still had hidden strength.

Peter had been watching Yun Yue closely. The comments from the commentators had sparked a thought; Yue Yun’s playing style and speed did indeed resemble K’s, and even their physique was strikingly similar. Could she be K?

"Mm," Peter responded faintly, causing Lisa to be taken aback. He spoke not with blame but with such nonchalance?

The more Peter thought about it, the more convinced he became that Yue Yun was K. He promptly made a cautious call to Qiu Jun, "Young Master Qiu... we lost the match, and I suspect that Yue Yun is K."

Only K could have such strength!

"Heh."

Peter was at a loss regarding the meaning of his laugh, which even seemed to carry a hint of joy; he was perplexed, but the fact he wasn’t blamed for losing the match was a silver lining.