aircannonsinc 57. Exchanging ideas
57. Exchanging ideas
Having fought for nearly two years, how could Ling Bingtian not know Ma Xiaotao's fighting habits and techniques?
He's willing to fight today, not to be beaten!
A glint flashed in Ling Bingtian's eyes, and the Frost Soul Chain Dragon Spear in his hand quickly transformed into a giant shield.
Then, Ling Bingtian charged straight forward, facing the line of fire that Ma Xiaotao was spewing.
"Hmm?" Ma Xiaotao, who had just been secretly gloating, raised an eyebrow upon seeing this. 'The same trick again? It won't work.'
Thinking this, Ma Xiaotao began to control her wings to move slowly, while also controlling the surrounding fire feathers to fly around her and move together.
As she moved, Ma Xiaotao didn't forget to spit out several more lines of fire. Unlike the previous straight flames, this time the phoenix fire lines had a certain arc due to Ma Xiaotao's movement.
The arc wasn't large, but it was enough to bypass the giant shield in Ling Bingtian's hand and attack Ling Bingtian himself.
"This is the moment we've been waiting for!"
Ling Bingtian's eyes flashed with a sharp light. With a twist of his waist, he threw the giant shield in his hand forward, heading towards Ma Xiaotao.
The giant shield formed by the ice weapon collided with several phoenix fire lines with a loud bang, emitting a sizzling sound far exceeding that of the Cold Soul Chain Dragon Spear colliding with a phoenix fire line just now.
Compared to the previous ice weapon in the style of the Frost Soul Chain Dragon Spear, Ling Bingtian has condensed more soul power on the giant shield ice weapon, so he is naturally less afraid of Ma Xiaotao's Phoenix Fire Line.
Almost instantly, the giant shield shattered the incoming phoenix fire line, which flew straight towards the moving Ma Xiaotao.
However, due to its size, the giant shield's flight speed was never fast enough.
Ma Xiaotao didn't care about the giant shield flying towards her at all. With a flap of her wings, she dodged the slowly approaching shield.
What is the purpose of this throw?
Ma Xiaotao was completely baffled. As she flapped her wings, the fire feathers that had been scattered by the giant shield quickly replenished themselves.
However, at that moment, Ma Xiaotao keenly noticed that Ling Bingtian was now at the edge of the Fire Feather.
"What does he want to do?" Ma Xiaotao frowned, unable to figure out Ling Bingtian's purpose in arriving at this location.
From this position, he could control the falling fire feathers to attack him.
In previous battles, Ling Bingtian would never approach this location until the very last moment.
"Could he want to finish this quickly?" Ma Xiaotao wondered to herself as she worked quickly, controlling a large number of fire feathers around Ling Bingtian to drift towards him.
Just then, thanks to the enhanced eyesight granted by her Phoenix Martial Soul, Ma Xiaotao saw that Ling Bingtian's right hand was forming a claw shape, aimed at her.
"Varied……"
Before her thoughts could even process what was happening, Ma Xiaotao suddenly felt a strong suction coming from the direction where Ling Bingtian was, causing her body to drift uncontrollably in that direction.
"not good."
Ma Xiaotao immediately realized the problem: Ling Bingtian was using a martial art similar to the Tang Sect's Crane Control and Dragon Capture technique, trying to drag her over for close combat.
And that was indeed the case. Ling Bingtian, who had been constantly blocked by Ma Xiaotao's "Flying Feathers" move, had chosen a martial art from the study inside the Divine Pearl, which he named Dragon Claw Hand.
The Dragon Claw Hand has two uses. One of them is to use one's own energy to attract enemies to oneself.
At this moment, Ling Bingtian used this martial art on Ma Xiaotao.
Facing Ma Xiaotao, who had lost her balance and was flying towards her, Ling Bingtian did not hesitate. His first spirit ring shone with a rich purple light, and in the blink of an eye, a large bow and an ice arrow materialized in his hand.
Ling Bingtian drew the bow to its fullest extent, aimed it at Ma Xiaotao, and released his grip.
"Whoosh—" The sound of a high-speed arrow cutting through the air pierced the clouds.
Having finally regained her balance, Ma Xiaotao looked at the incoming arrow, but it was already too late.
Seeing the arrows flying towards her, Ma Xiaotao instinctively closed her eyes to escape.
Just as the arrow was about to hit Ma Xiaotao, Ling Bingtian, who was watching from a distance, snapped his fingers.
The soul power he had prepared in advance in the arrow suddenly dispersed, transforming the arrow into the purest energy of heaven and earth.
"Hahaha—I won!" Ling Bingtian looked at Ma Xiaotao, who had closed her eyes, and laughed triumphantly.
This is my first victory in the past six months, and I should be overjoyed.
Ma Xiaotao, who had not felt the sharpness or coldness of the arrow, opened her eyes after hearing Ling Bingtian's laughter.
After checking her body and confirming that there were no extra holes anywhere, Ma Xiaotao breathed a sigh of relief.
What followed was a feeling of being both amused and exasperated.
"I actually lost?" Feeling a chill run through her body from the lingering fear, Ma Xiaotao was still in disbelief.
Even though I, a Soul Master, didn't use my fourth Soul Skill, how could I lose to a Great Soul Master like this?
Is this the terror of an ultimate martial spirit?
Ma Xiaotao muttered to herself, but couldn't help feeling a little disappointed. She hadn't expected Ling Bingtian to regain the ability to defeat her so quickly.
However, Ma Xiaotao is not someone who can't accept defeat. No matter the reason, if she loses, she loses.
However, despite losing, Ma Xiaotao was even more curious about the methods Ling Bing Angel had used.
If Ling Bingtian hadn't used a martial art similar to the Tang Clan's Crane Control and Dragon Capture Technique to catch her off guard, it would have been almost impossible for him to defeat her; Ma Xiaotao was confident of this.
Watching Ling Bingtian gradually descend from the sky, Ma Xiaotao decided to go and ask him.
As soon as Ling Bingtian landed, Ma Xiaotao followed right behind him.
"Little Tian, what kind of move did you just use?"
As soon as they landed, Ma Xiaotao couldn't contain her curiosity and immediately asked Ling Bingtian about martial arts techniques.
Ling Bingtian rolled his eyes at her and said indifferently, "The Ling family's secret martial arts are not passed on to outsiders. Besides, Little Peach, shouldn't you first fulfill the obligations of a loser?"
As he spoke, Ling Bingtian looked at Ma Xiaotao with an aggressive gaze.
"Uh—" Realizing she had said the wrong thing in her haste, Ma Xiaotao hesitated for a moment, then her pretty face turned red again after hearing the second half of Ling Bingtian's sentence, like a ripe apple.
"A bet's a bet!"
After a struggle with her thoughts, reason ultimately prevailed in Ma Xiaotao's mind.
Ma Xiaotao took a step forward and said with a blush on her cheeks.
Her ample breasts bounced slightly with her movements, causing Ling Bingtian to raise an eyebrow.
"Hehehe, then I won't be polite."
With a smug laugh, Ling Bingtian slowly approached Ma Xiaotao, then reached out his wicked hand towards Ma Xiaotao's... hair!
Untying the hair tie Ma Xiaotao used to bind her hair, Ling Bingtian began to fiercely coil Ma Xiaotao's hair, just as she usually did to herself.
Ling Bingtian only withdrew his wicked hand after he had made her hair look like a bird's nest.
"Ugh—" Feeling the mess above her head, Ma Xiaotao couldn't help but give a helpless, bitter smile.
Back when Ma Xiaotao first "sparred" with Ling Bingtian, the two set a rule: the winner could freely manipulate the other's hair after the sparring session, which was considered a prize.
Overall, for Ling Bingtian, who loses more than he wins, every opportunity to play the horse Xiaotao is something to be happy about for a long time.
What's more, this was a fair and square victory, rather than forcing Ma Xiaotao to use her fourth soul skill, which makes it even more gratifying.
After finishing arranging Ma Xiaotao's hair, Ling Bingtian couldn't help but sit down with a thud, panting heavily.
When Ling Bingtian first condensed that giant ice shield, he had consumed too much soul power and physical strength.
Seeing this, Ma Xiaotao sat down with him and conjured a comb in her hand, starting to comb her long red hair.
And so, one of them was panting, the other was combing his hair, and for a moment, no one spoke to break the deadlock.
It wasn't until Ma Xiaotao had basically combed her hair and tied it into a single ponytail with a hair tie that she finally spoke to break the deadlock.
"Little Tian... keep up the good work from today onwards!"
Upon hearing this, Ling Bingtian, who had recovered, fell silent. Playing around and sparring were one thing, but after spending so much time together, Ling Bingtian had actually gotten used to the days of bickering and sparring with Ma Xiaotao.
The thought that this kind of life would stop for a while starting tomorrow made Ling Bingtian feel a little reluctant.
A thousand words, gathered in my heart, ultimately boiled down to a dry, unspoken "Okay."
"Hmm—I feel really bad about losing today's sparring match. How about this, we spar again next time we meet, okay?"
Ma Xiaotao clearly didn't care about Ling Bingtian's dry answer. After getting up and stretching comfortably, showing off her curves once again, she asked with a smile.
"Okay!" Unlike the previous sentence, this time, Ling Bingtian's answer was full of determination.
Feeling Ling Bingtian's expression as if he had made some important promise, Ma Xiaotao unconsciously revealed a charming smile.
Who wouldn't want others to value their promises?
With a blush on her face, Ma Xiaotao stretched out one hand, made a fist, and showed only her thumb, mimicking the gesture Ling Bingtian made when they first sparred, and then said, "It's a deal!"
Ling Bingtian looked at Ma Xiaotao's hand gesture in surprise, clearly not expecting that she would still remember it.
But he quickly realized what was happening, extending a corresponding hand in return, gently touching Ma Xiaotao's hand to his, and then whispering, "It's a deal!"
Under the slowly setting sun, on the vast training ground, the boy and girl made their second promise.