Chapter 74: One Mountain Cannot Contain Two Tigers

  "With his arrogant attitude, even if I knew, I wouldn't say it." Su Ming had lost all goodwill towards Xiao Ling. He would rather waste a dan medicine himself than let his teammate help him. This kind of person was too arrogant; if he wasn't suppressed, he would eventually drag down the entire team.

  "What did you say? Say it again." Xiao Ling's hands moved, and a pair of short swords appeared in her hands, pointing at Su Ming.

  "Captain Xiao, this can't be allowed. We're all comrades now, and it's a critical moment, let's each take a step back." Su Wei hastily mediated as he saw Xiao Ling about to get serious.

  "Get out of here." Xiao Ling said coldly to Su Wei.

  "It should be you who gets out of here." Su Ming said with a hint of anger.

  "You're looking for death." Xiao Ling burst out completely at this time, and the double short swords in his hand directly swung towards Su Ming's skull. If he was allowed to hit him with one blow, Su Ming's head and body would definitely be separated. It had to be said that Xiao Ling was suitable to be a ruthless killer.

  Facing Xiao Ling's attack, Su Ming was not flustered at all. He slowly stood up, and when the twin short swords attacked him, a gust of wind blew by, and Su Ming's figure disappeared in front of Xiao Ling.

  "Since you're looking for a fight, I'll fulfill your wish and let you know that being too proud is not good. Suddenly, Su Ming appeared behind Xiao Ling and struck out with his palm, sending Xiao Ling's body flying forward, almost making contact with the ground."

  In fact, Su Ming misunderstood Xiao Ling. The aura emanating from his body was not the pride of arrogance, but the coldness of pride, which is a unique aura of ice-attribute warriors. Coupled with his innate leadership quality, he had an advantage over others in terms of aura.

  One mountain cannot accommodate two tigers. An excellent leader can have strategists and generals by his side, but there will never be a second leader. This is also why Xiao Ling asked Su Ming to take the deputy captain position instead of giving him the captain's seat.

  As for why Xiao Ling fought against Mihua Lu alone earlier, it was because he didn't want to waste the combat power of his team. Under the premise that he had confidence in himself, he chose to fight Mihua Lu alone. Not everyone could withstand Mihua Lu's attacks, and he didn't want any members of his team to get hurt.

  Xiao Ling's consecutive attacks were all dodged by Su Ming, and he was hit several times, although without causing any harm to him, but it thoroughly enraged him. After swallowing a Qingfeng Dan, Xiao Ling caught up with Su Ming's pace, and the double short swords in his hand went straight for Su Ming's chest.

  At this time, Su Ming reluctantly took out a sharp sword to block his chest. Who knew that the high-ranking ordinary soldier was cut off by Xiao Ling's short sword as soon as he faced him, and at the same time left a scar on his chest. Fresh blood flowed out of the wound.

  "My grass, you really came." Su Ming didn't expect Xiao Ling to actually make a killing move, and his back was instantly covered in cold sweat. Fortunately, he had reached the tenth level of Blood Spirit Realm, and his physical defense had increased significantly. Otherwise, that sword just now would have been enough to take his life. The heart is the most vulnerable part of the human body, and any injury can be fatal.

  "Go die!" Xiao Ling suddenly shouted, her body accelerating as she transformed into a residual shadow and charged towards Su Ming.

  Facing Xiao Ling's powerful move, Su Ming had no choice but to dodge in distress. He didn't dare to use his body to block the spiritual sword, but after taking the Qingfeng Dan, Xiao Ling's speed was not slower than his at all. As soon as he dodged, Xiao Ling's short sword arrived in front of him again.

  "This is what you've forced me into." Su Ming no longer cared about anything else, and with a swish of his body, he turned completely towards Xiao Ling.

  This scene shocked all the other martial artists who were watching, Su Ming had actually gone up against a short sword that had reached the Spiritual Soldier level with his bare fists, something that even Heavenly Spirit realm martial artists didn't dare to do.

  "Heavenly Frost Fist"

  Su Ming let out a low growl in his heart, his right hand clenched into a fist as golden light flickered.

  Boom

  Fists and swords clashed hard, a streak of blood flew out with the violent spiritual energy, making everyone sweat for Su Ming.

  At the moment of collision, Xiao Ling's body flew out in reverse, while Su Ming charged towards Xiao Ling with a fierce momentum. At this time, everyone was stunned, and Su Ming used his fist to block Xiao Ling's attack? His hand?

  Catching up to Xiao Ling, Su Ming's left hand formed a palm, and with a loud crash, he struck Xiao Ling's chest. At this time, Xiao Ling had no power to counterattack and could only stare blankly as he was hit by Su Ming's palm.

  A mouthful of fresh blood was spat out, and Xiao Ling's body flew out for over a hundred meters before crashing to the ground. It was unclear whether he was lucky or not, but he happened to land in a muddy swamp. In an instant, his entire body uncontrollably sank into the mud.

  Su Ming's expression turned unsightly, and with a swift movement of his feet on the Cloud Stepping Shadow, he transformed into a residual shadow that shot towards Xiao Ling. Just as Xiao Ling was about to be completely swallowed by the mud, Su Ming sent out a burst of spiritual power containing ice properties that struck the ground beside Xiao Ling's sinking body, freezing the area solid. With a swift movement, his feet tapped on the frozen surface, and he bent down, grabbing onto Xiao Ling's hand. At this moment, Su Ming felt the ice beneath him begin to melt, but in an instant, his right foot stomped heavily on the frozen ground, using the force to propel himself upwards, pulling Xiao Ling out of the mud pit.

  After pulling out Xiao Qing, Su Ming stepped on the cloud track and shadow, his toes lightly tapping on the surface of the mud pool, taking Xiao Ling away from the swamp range. After falling to the ground, Su Ming let out a breath.

  At this time, the other team members also rushed over. They all saw Su Ming saving Xiao Ling just now, and their admiration for Su Ming rose to another level. Even Mu Tian acknowledged Su Ming.

  Su Ming saw Xiao Ling fall into a coma, stretched out his hand to grab Xiao Ling's right arm, and a pure spiritual power was injected into Xiao Ling's body, nourishing the injured meridians.

  "Master, this is an ice beauty." The little elf's voice suddenly echoed in Su Ming's mind.

  "What are you talking about, little elf? What Ice Beauty?" Su Ming asked in confusion.

  "Young master, the late-stage congenital martial artist you saved is a woman."

  "What? A woman? How is that possible, he's clearly a man." Su Ming said in surprise.

  "Master, don't believe me? Take off her clothes and see for yourself. I guarantee she's 100% a woman." The little elf's voice was extremely confident.

  "My grass, how dare you come up with this idea, are you trying to get me killed?" Su Ming was shocked by the little elf's words.

  "Master, when you input spiritual energy into her body, can you feel the structure inside her body and see if it's the same as a man?"

  With the reminder of the little elf, Su Ming concentrated his mind on the spiritual power in his hand. Since he was constantly pouring spiritual power into Xiao Ling's body, he could feel the structure of the meridians inside Xiao Ling's body.

  A moment later, Su Ming's face showed a hint of surprise, and he secretly thought to himself: She really is a woman, how could she be like this, what I did just now...

  "Young master, I told you so, she's actually a girl." The little spirit's voice was somewhat triumphant.

  "I'm surprised, little elf, you knew she was a girl, why didn't you tell me in advance." Su Ming said with some resentment.