Flower Stealing Master

Chapter 485: Giant Eagle’s Tragic Past

“This Song Qingshu is quite adept at ruining women’s lives.” 

Huang Rong couldn’t help but feel uneasy when she noticed Yang Miaozhen’s flushed face after her match. She glared at Song Qingshu, but to her surprise, he was looking at her too. Startled, she quickly averted her gaze, hurriedly stepped onto the stage to give a brief summary, and then promptly announced the start of the next match.

Ah Qing vs. Yang Guo!

“Big brother, what happened to your arm?” Ah Qing asked curiously, staring at Yang Guo’s empty sleeve.

Yang Guo frowned. His severed arm was a sore spot for him. He often felt the urge to teach a lesson to anyone who stared at it too long, let alone directly asked about it.

However, seeing Ah Qing’s innocent and genuine expression, devoid of malice, Yang Guo didn’t get angry. He simply replied coldly, “It’s was cut off.”

“How?” Ah Qing was even more curious. “Did a tiger bite it off?” To Ah Qing, the fiercest animal she could think of was a tiger.

“No, it was cut off by someone.” Yang Guo’s voice turned icy as he cast a venomous glance at Guo Fu in the audience.

Feeling guilty under his gaze, Guo Fu quickly hid behind her mother.

“Cut off by someone?” Ah Qing exclaimed, looking at Yang Guo with sympathy. “That must have hurt a lot.”

Yang Guo hated being pitied, but Ah Qing’s tone was sincere. He frowned and replied, “It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

“Then I’ll use only one hand too.” Ah Qing instinctively put one hand behind her back.

Yang Guo’s pride flared up, and he angrily said, “I, Yang Guo, stand tall and proud. Winning is winning, losing is losing. I don’t need anyone’s pity!”

“But…” Ah Qing couldn’t help but glance at his severed arm.

Yang Guo’s face darkened. “Don’t think that just because I have one arm, I can’t beat you. Don’t underestimate me.”

“In that case, I won’t hold back.” Ah Qing said with a mischievous smile, twirling a new green bamboo staff and thrusting it toward Yang Guo.

Yang Guo’s eyes narrowed. He stood motionless, waiting until Ah Qing was within three feet of him before he finally moved.

With a dragon’s roar, Yang Guo’s Black Iron Sword struck. Given the sword’s formidable power, Yang Guo was confident that no matter how skilled Ah Qing was, her bamboo staff wouldn’t stand a chance.

Ah Qing had seen Yang Guo’s previous matches. Each time his opponents went head-to-head with him, their weapons were either sent flying or broken by his Black Iron Sword. She dared not confront it directly. With a twist of her wrist, she angled the bamboo staff toward the back of the Black Iron Sword.

Yang Guo was also wary of Ah Qing’s sword Qi, fearing his Black Iron Sword might be damaged. He changed his move, using the sword’s flat side to absorb the bamboo staff with a soft force.

“Eh?” Ah Qing hadn’t expected such a heavy weapon to be used so skillfully. She felt a strong suction pulling her bamboo staff, nearly causing her to lose her grip.

With a flick of her wrist and a gentle brush of her sleeve, the bamboo staff spun rapidly, breaking free from the sword’s grip and returning to Ah Qing’s control.

Yang Guo trembled from the spiral force transmitted through the sword, stepping back to regain his balance.

Ah Qing also took several steps back, her nose wrinkling. “Hmph, I won’t engage you in close combat.” She then unleashed a fierce wave of sword Qi toward Yang Guo.

Ah Qing was wary of Yang Guo’s Black Iron Sword. In close combat, her bamboo staff would be at a significant disadvantage.

Yang Guo shifted his steps slightly, dodging the sword Qi. Just as Ah Qing was about to redirect the sword Qi back at him, Yang Guo struck first, smashing his Black Iron Sword into the green sword Qi.

Boom!

Dust flew on the stage. Sharp-eyed experts in the audience saw that although Yang Guo was covered in stone debris and looked a bit disheveled, he was unharmed. The fierce sword Qi had dissipated.

Ah Qing looked at the black Black Iron Sword in Yang Guo’s hand, her eyes filled with doubt.

Not only Ah Qing, but everyone in the audience stared fervently at the Black Iron Sword. Yang Guo’s previous performances, where he defeated all challengers, had already attracted significant attention. Now, seeing it effortlessly disperse Ah Qing’s innate sword Qi without a scratch, it was clear this was a legendary weapon.

Many people began to covet the sword, but considering Yang Guo’s martial skills, they reluctantly gave up the tempting idea.

“I feel like I’ve seen this sword before,” Ah Qing suddenly said.

“You must be mistaken,” Yang Guo replied. “This sword has been buried in a tomb for who knows how many years. How could you have seen it?”

“I wouldn’t mistake it,” Ah Qing frowned, her memory hazy. “But the person holding it then wasn’t you. It was someone else.”

Yang Guo was shocked. “Do you know Senior Dugu Qiubai?” He regretted the question immediately.

“Is that person’s name Dugu Qiubai?” Ah Qing seemed lost in thought. “I don’t know his name. I only remember a giant eagle always by his side.”

“Ah?” Now it was Yang Guo’s turn to be stunned, his mouth agape for a long time.

Song Qingshu was equally astonished. If Ah Qing had met Dugu Qiubai, how old was she? Looking at Ah Qing’s youthful and innocent face, Song Qingshu couldn’t help but shiver. Could she be like the Old Woman of Tianshan, a youthful-looking but elderly woman?

“That person kept pestering me to fight, but I don’t like fighting, so I ignored him. Who would have thought he…” Ah Qing grew more agitated, her lips pouting high.

“What did Senior Dugu do?” Yang Guo asked, echoing Song Qingshu’s thoughts.

“Hmph, that bad guy let his giant eagle eat one of my sheep!” Ah Qing gritted her teeth, clearly recounting a great grievance.

“A sheep?” Yang Guo was baffled. To him, it was just a sheep. Why make such a fuss?

Song Qingshu’s expression turned strange, guessing that the eagle must have suffered back then.

Sure enough, Ah Qing snorted, “Dare to eat my sheep? I plucked that stupid bird’s feathers. Unfortunately, I didn’t pluck much before that person intervened.”

“Heh heh, but that stupid bird didn’t have a good outcome. I plucked its most important feathers, and it could never fly again.”

Hearing Ah Qing’s words, Song Qingshu’s expression became colorful. So that’s why the giant eagle couldn’t fly anymore. No wonder it grew fatter and fatter, succumbing to despair.

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