Chapter 10: The Mercenary Beauty's Duel

Wei Zi had over a decade of experience as a mercenary, but her opponent possessed a physique five or six times stronger than hers and immense strength. Moreover, when Wei Zi employed her mystical arts, it only fueled her adversary’s rage, causing her eyes to blaze with fire.

“Mystics or not, today I’m going to teach you a lesson!” The long-haired mercenary unleashed real flames. Zheng Shao held a significant position; she was not someone to provoke. Wei Zi hadn’t even officially entered the wilderness when this situation arose. The female mercenary urgently needed to pin the blame on someone.

Without a doubt, Wei Zi became the scapegoat.

At that moment, Wei Zi froze the ground beneath her, moving with incredible agility. Yet her opponent remained unaffected by the icy surface, thanks to exceptional leg skills and specially crafted shoes that were not only slip-resistant but studded with steel spikes. A single kick could cause not just fractures but potentially life-threatening internal injuries.

The long-haired mercenary lifted her leg high and aimed a kick at Wei Zi’s cheek. If it landed, Wei Zi’s face would be ruined!

“Ahhh!” Wei Zi screamed sharply—the opponent had truly touched her anger’s core. She swiftly lowered her body, caught the attacker’s thigh, twisted her arm, and hoisted her into the air before slamming her hard onto the ground.

The opponent retaliated with a sweeping kick, knocking Wei Zi down in turn.

The two rolled fiercely across the floor, both ferocious. Wei Zi entwined the enemy’s legs, then suddenly struck her elbow toward the neck—a brutal and potentially lethal move.

“Stop!” A thunderous shout boomed, as mighty as a mountain’s roar, striking the ears like a clap of thunder, causing a jolt of shock.

Wei Zi’s elbow halted just at the opponent’s neck. Had it landed, it would have torn the skin, if not worse.

Both women panted heavily, with Wei Zi’s stamina clearly worse, yet her fierce expression paired with her stunning looks made her resemble an enraged wildcat.

“What’s going on here? Are you two fighting like shrews? Miss, your skirt is riding up!” The fort’s sergeant kindly reminded her. Only then did Wei Zi notice her dress had been lifted, revealing slender, fair thighs.

The onlookers felt a sudden rush of blood to their noses.

Wei Zi paid no mind. Let them watch. A glance wouldn’t kill her. Years of life as a mercenary had long eroded any sense of being a woman.

She stood, glaring fiercely at her opponent, who returned the stare with equal wrath.

Though the fight seemed intense, none of the three women had sustained injuries. The short-haired mercenary who took a punch from Wei Zi only had a blue bruise on her belly. The worst off was Zheng Shao, who screamed in agony—he hadn’t even been on the battlefield but ended up with a fracture!

“You’re badly hurt!” The fort’s sergeant pinched Zheng Hao’s arm, eliciting a pig-like shriek.

For some reason, Wei Zi suspected it was intentional.

“Broken! Broken! Someone find me a doctor, quick!” Zheng Hao wailed.

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