novelhk Chapter 301 Women's Respect
Chapter 301 Women's Respect
The male guards, with their vision and experience, thought they had insight into the true meaning of martial arts. They laughed at the martial arts practiced by the women, saying that they were nothing but fancy moves and were only for show.
The woman Qinglian stood quietly in front of them, as if she was out of this world, and seemed to be oblivious to their ridicule and mockery. Her eyes showed deep tranquility and confidence. This confidence did not come from her frivolity, but from her unparalleled swordsmanship.
"Fancy moves?"
There was a hint of sarcasm in Qinglian's tone. He raised his hand, and the sword in his hand instantly stabbed towards the nearest male guard like a dragon emerging from the sea.
The speed of the sword was so fast that it was dazzling, like a flash of lightning cutting through the sky. Just as everyone was exclaiming in surprise, the sword had already been firmly placed on the male guard's neck.
"Is this what you call 'fancy moves'?"
Qinglian's sneer echoed in the air, carrying an indescribable coldness. The male guard's face turned pale in an instant, he swallowed, his eyes full of fear.
"This... this is just..." He stammered in defense, but was obviously not confident enough.
Qinglian smiled lightly and moved the sword away from his neck, but did not retract the sword in his hand. "If you think I am inferior to you, how about we fight head-on?"
The male guard looked at the provocation in her eyes. Although he felt a little uneasy, he still said, "Okay! I accept your challenge! Let's see who is the real strong one!"
Qinglian calmed down her inner turmoil, and she was as calm as a lake. Her tone was calm but revealed her determination. She challenged those who laughed at her: "If I beat you, will you apologize?"
The guards smiled at each other. They knew that although these women were agile, they were still women after all. How could they compare with strong men like them? So they all accepted the challenge.
Qinglian smiled slightly, with an indescribable confidence and calmness in her smile. She knew that her swordsmanship had reached perfection, and although this male guard also had some martial arts skills, he was still too immature in front of her.
They came to an open space with a wide view, which was suitable for the competition. The surrounding palace maids stepped aside, leaving an open space for them to compete. Others stood aside and watched, looking forward to the exciting duel that was about to take place.
After the competition began, Qinglian and the male guard exchanged sword moves like flowing clouds and water. Their sword skills were very exquisite, and every time they drew their swords, they were full of fierce momentum. However, in Qinglian's eyes, although the sword skills of this male guard were well-organized, they always lacked a kind of agility and charm. She could accurately predict his sword moves every time and easily resolve his attacks.
"Bang!" Qinglian suddenly let out a low cry, and her sword drew a beautiful arc in the air, accurately hitting the sword of the male guard. At that moment, it seemed as if the whole world had stopped. Her movements were so graceful, so precise, full of artistry, and the combination of strength and skill was amazing!
"How is it?" Qinglian asked lightly, but the sword in her hand was still as sharp as water, and the flow of light brought an indescribable sense of tension to the entire space!
The male guard looked at Qinglian in front of him with fear in his heart. He knew that he had lost and there was no doubt about it! He gritted his teeth and finally said, "I lost!"
Although the voice was not loud, it made the entire space quiet!
"Since you lost, apologize to us!"
Want to apologize to a woman? These grown men naturally can't afford to lose face.
"This... this is just luck!" He struggled to stand up, his face full of embarrassment and shame. "My skills are not good today. If you are really capable, you can compete with our leader He Ying."
He Ying was the most skilled martial artist among the guards. His name was known to everyone in the palace. He was skilled in martial arts and his eyes were as sharp as an eagle. He was pushed out by the crowd and stood face to face with Qinglian.
Qinglian knew that this would be the biggest challenge she faced. She looked into He Ying's eyes, as if she could read his inner arrogance and confidence. But she was not afraid at all. She drew the sword from her waist and pointed the tip of the sword at He Ying: "If I beat you, will you all apologize?"
He Ying smiled contemptuously: "That's natural."
His voice was as cold as stone, but his eyes revealed a hint of anticipation. He was looking forward to the contest with Qinglian, and looking forward to how much surprise or shock this woman could bring him.
The sword flashed like lightning, and the two started a fierce contest under the moonlight. Qinglian's swordsmanship was vigorous and agile, and every time he drew his sword, there was a sharp sound of wind. He Ying's swordsmanship was more powerful, and every time he swung his sword, there was a thunderous force. The swordsmanship of the two intertwined into a beautiful picture in the night sky.
However, at a certain moment, the tip of Qinglian's sword suddenly pointed at He Ying's throat. At this moment, everyone held their breath. Qinglian did not make a move, but she just used that move to freeze the atmosphere of the whole venue. It was a sense of oppression that did not require words, and it was the control over victory.
He Ying was stunned. He knew in his heart that he had been defeated by Qinglian's men, but he just didn't want to admit it. However, amid the cheers of the crowd, he had to admit the fact. So he nodded: "I lost."
"You all lost." Qinglian's voice was gentle but carried unquestionable power. "Do you want to apologize now?"
The male guards who had laughed at her all lowered their heads at this moment. They were filled with shame and regret. They finally realized how stupid and ridiculous their contempt was. Their voices of apology to Qinglian were weak but full of sincerity: "I'm sorry."
"Win! Win!"
Yao Miaoer's voice echoes in every corner like the call of spring.
She was the first to lead the applause, her voice clear and powerful: "Qinglian, you are so awesome!" The applause seemed to have magic and instantly ignited the atmosphere of the entire scene.
The female guards of Yao's mansion cheered and applauded Qinglian's victory, and even shed tears of excitement. Their eyes showed respect, gratitude and admiration.
As the cheers spread and rippled, the girls rushed towards Qinglian like moths to a flame.
They circled around Qinglian, cheering and encouraging her. But she didn't have an arrogant look or a cold face that kept people away. Instead, she quietly listened and responded with a smile to the voices of every female companion who came forward.
Every time she soothed the pain on her shoulders and wiped the tears from her face, there was a sincere emotion. That victory was not only her personal glory, but also the respect and status she won for all women.
From that moment on, Qinglian became the role model and hope for the female guards, making them understand that if women want to be respected, they must work harder and be better than the men, and they will naturally respect themselves.