After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude-Chapter 24 - You Want Me Dead? Then Let’s Die Together

“He Ange, Junior Brother, we’re not sparring here. I’m merely imparting some insights into swordsmanship. Why would you need to concede?”

“What’s wrong, Junior Brother He? You’re not scared, are you?”

On the swordsmanship platform, Wang Yuan’s face was adorned with a seemingly kind smile, but his hands manipulated several flying swords, pressing closer and closer to He Ange.

It was true—He Ange had conceded.

But Wang Yuan wasn’t satisfied in the slightest. His grudge against He Ange wasn’t something a simple concession could erase.

Today, during this swordsmanship class, Wang Yuan was determined to exhaust He Ange completely, to make him kneel and beg for mercy before he’d consider letting him off.

Wang Yuan’s malicious intent was crystal clear.

He Ange’s gaze grew colder.

It was clear to him now—Wang Yuan wasn’t going to stop until he was dead.

He glanced toward the pavilion where the black-dressed fairy sat. She was still watching with interest, her expression indifferent. He Ange found himself at a crossroads.

He wanted to concede, but Wang Yuan was relentless.

He wanted to fight back and teach Wang Yuan a lesson, but with Qin Shiyan watching, he couldn’t risk exposing his secrets.

As He Ange deliberated, a bone-chilling sword aura suddenly surged from behind him—

Swish!!!

The silver blade streaked past, narrowly missing him.

At the last possible moment, He Ange bent backward, dodging the attack by a hair’s breadth. The silver sword sliced through the air in front of him, leaving him unscathed.

The crowd of disciples watching from below, along with Bai Zihua, collectively exhaled in relief. They were thankful that An Luo Yi’s sword hadn’t caused any fatalities.

They thought the excitement was over.

But for An Luo Yi and He Ange, this was only the beginning.

The silver sword, having missed its mark, arced through the air and turned back, aiming once again for the young man on the platform.

Clang!

He Ange raised his black iron sword just in time, intercepting the Silver Phoenix Sword. The impact shattered his blade, but the silver sword continued its relentless pursuit, grazing his cheek as it sped past.

“It’s Senior Sister’s sword...”

Narrowing his eyes, He Ange glanced at the adjacent platform where An Luo Yi stood. Her expression was cold, her gaze fixed on him with a mix of warning and unspoken intent.

He Ange couldn’t decipher her exact meaning, but her icy demeanor prompted him to instinctively leap backward, creating distance.

The Silver Phoenix Sword, now soaring high above, made another sharp turn. This time, its trajectory was unusual—it looped around behind Wang Yuan before hurtling toward He Ange once more.

The blade’s path seemed designed to “accidentally” strike Wang Yuan.

As a sword cultivator and true disciple, Wang Yuan immediately sensed the danger behind him.

“Close call!”

He ducked just in time, the silver blade skimming past his scalp. Though he avoided injury, his panicked reaction—crouching and covering his head—was far from dignified.

The disciples watching below, initially tense at An Luo Yi’s intervention, couldn’t help but laugh at Wang Yuan’s embarrassing display.

Though humiliated, Wang Yuan had avoided harm.

Meanwhile, the Silver Phoenix Sword continued its relentless pursuit of He Ange. Now unarmed, with his black iron sword shattered, He Ange seemed poised to share Wang Yuan’s earlier humiliation.

Under the watchful eyes of countless disciples, He Ange remained composed.

As the silver blade closed in, he brought his fingers together in a gesture and murmured softly.

At the last moment, a brilliant silver light erupted from his waist. The Silver Phoenix Sword, its counterpart, shot forward with a resonant cry, positioning itself in front of He Ange to block the incoming attack.

Boom! Boom!

The two swords clashed, their opposing energies colliding with a deafening roar.

Forged from the same mystical silver ore, the two blades were equally matched, neither able to overpower the other. They clashed like the strongest spear meeting the strongest shield, locked in a stalemate.

In the art of sword control, proximity to the wielder greatly enhances a sword’s responsiveness.

In this case, the Silver Phoenix Sword, being closer to He Ange, benefited from his direct support.

Gradually, the momentum of An Luo Yi’s Silver Phoenix Sword waned, its energy diminishing.

Seizing the opportunity, He Ange adjusted the angle of his sword. With a subtle tilt, he deflected the opposing blade, sending it hurtling away.

And where did the deflected sword go?

Toward Wang Yuan, of course.

Swish!!!

He Ange had deliberately angled the deflection to send the Silver Phoenix Sword straight toward Wang Yuan.

In a panic, Wang Yuan scrambled backward, summoning his flying swords to intercept the incoming blade. With their combined effort, he managed to divert the attack.

“He Ange! You did that on purpose!” Wang Yuan roared, his face red with anger.

But He Ange, still fending off the relentless attacks of the Silver Phoenix Sword, had no time to respond.

The scene on the platform had shifted dramatically. What was supposed to be Wang Yuan’s stage to humiliate He Ange had been completely taken over by An Luo Yi’s intervention.

What frustrated Wang Yuan even more was that An Luo Yi’s sword seemed to have a mind of its own. While it ostensibly targeted He Ange, its “accidental” attacks on Wang Yuan were uncannily precise, shredding his golden-threaded robes and leaving him thoroughly disheveled.

And there was nothing Wang Yuan could do about it.

Meanwhile, He Ange began to adapt to the Silver Phoenix Sword’s movements.

Despite the overwhelming difficulty, he demonstrated remarkable skill, holding his own against An Luo Yi’s blade.

The crowd watched in awe.

Facing Wang Yuan was one thing, but going up against An Luo Yi’s swordsmanship was on an entirely different level.

Wang Yuan’s attacks might have left scratches, but An Luo Yi’s strikes were deadly serious.

And yet, He Ange not only survived but even managed to match her rhythm, displaying an unexpected synergy with her blade.

To the spectators, it looked less like a desperate struggle and more like a carefully choreographed performance.

Even Qin Shiyan, observing from the pavilion, found herself captivated.

But He Ange was growing tired.

His gaze shifted once more to Wang Yuan, who was standing off to the side, watching nervously.

When their eyes met, Wang Yuan felt a chill run down his spine.

Now he understood why Wang Qiong had felt such unease around He Ange.

“Cough!”

As the clash continued, He Ange was sent flying by a burst of silver energy. He tumbled across the platform, finally coming to a stop near Wang Yuan.

“?”

Wang Yuan frowned, glancing at the boy beside him.

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Before anyone could react, the Silver Phoenix Sword came hurtling toward He Ange once more, its speed relentless.

To the crowd, it seemed like the blade was determined to claim He Ange’s life.

But Wang Yuan saw it differently.

To him, it was clear that the sword wasn’t aiming for He Ange at all—it was coming for him!

Realizing the danger, Wang Yuan tried to retreat.

But just as he moved, a hand clamped down on his wrist.

Looking down, he saw He Ange gripping him tightly. Despite his earlier injuries, the boy’s grip was unyielding.

“Senior Brother Wang Yuan, you’re not scared, are you?” He Ange asked, his tone dripping with mockery.

It was the same taunt Wang Yuan had thrown at him earlier. Now, He Ange was throwing it back at him, laced with biting sarcasm.

The Silver Phoenix Sword was almost upon them.

Wang Yuan finally understood—He Ange was dragging him down with him!

If he was going to die, he was taking Wang Yuan with him.

“Let go, you lunatic!” Wang Yuan shouted, struggling to free himself.

But He Ange’s grip was like iron.

“Senior Brother Wang Yuan,” He Ange said calmly, “watch out in front.”

Wang Yuan turned his head, only to see the Silver Phoenix Sword mere inches away, its deadly edge aimed directly at him.

Shit—!!!