Under the pure white sky, amidst the falling snowflakes, people who seemed to blend into the surrounding snowscapes now ignored the cold and stared ahead with wide eyes. To call it "ahead" was not entirely accurate; their gazes were actually fixed on a slender figure up high in that moment ahead, looking up together.

Currently there stood a slender figure in that spot. Although the figure's cheeks were slightly creased from the environment, onlookers could still appreciate the breathtaking contours of her beautiful face.

Represented by the figure, she wore a long dress, her black hair swaying in the light breeze. The tight-fitting dress hugged her body, outlining a captivating curve; as that curve became more prominent, the person, Wang Xiaole, leaped forward in an instant!

Ding!

For the spectators, witnessing with their eyes the moment when the swords crossed next; catching with their ears the crisp sound of it, was already the limit their physical bodies could handle.

Swords horizontally crossed, like forming a cross between each other.

In the exchange of offense and defense, Isabella's eyes flashed, then she stepped out with one foot as if to brush past Wang Xiaole; just as she was about to pass by him, her waist suddenly sank, her right arm swinging outwards in a sharp turn.

As Isabella charged forward towards the obvious change in direction; her poised face quickly fixed its gaze on the slender right arm in front of her, and the swiftly whistling tip of the flag thrust out.

However, as she made the above move, black magic flickered on the opponent's body, proof of magic surging; the existence of magic greatly enhanced Wang Xiaole's reaction speed, allowing him to swiftly deflect the sword without even looking sideways or turning, simply striking back with a sword.

At the end of their vision, a fleeting spark lit up the edge; for pupils accustomed to the color of snow, the different hue that appeared momentarily in their eyes seemed like igniting a shade of red; a red that rose from the depths of their hearts, invisible yet still stirring up their blood.

What collided were sharp weapons, what sparked were flames, what burned was their fighting spirit; simultaneously, Isabella felt the sword aura sweeping past her side and the cyclone cut through, her whole body taut; with a sudden flicker in her eyes, she raised her palm.

The length advantage of the holy flag was instantly reversed, hitting sideways with the flagpole.

Boom!

A jade leg countered the flagpole strike, the dress fluttering around the leg, swaying upwards without wind.

Turning the leg into a whip, she struck the flag body with her ankle, causing it to fall back; at this moment, Isabella swiftly raised her boot sole, using her body’s force to hold it in place before the flag fell.

Those who could become master and disciple were often people with similar ideas in some aspects.

What Isabella thought of, her master thought of in the next moment as well; so in the following, the two legs they swung simultaneously then lifted at the same time; foot against foot, leg against leg; maintaining balance with just one leg, the two indirectly demonstrated the flexibility of their bodies and provided an eye-catching spectacle for the female spectators below.

Underwear is a magical object, simply known as "magical!"

When panties are alone, they are not much different from ordinary pieces of cloth, if we had to say, they are just "stylish pieces of cloth."

However, once panties are worn on a person, their value and meaning instantly double;

Especially when worn by someone out of the ordinary, it makes onlookers of this piece of clothing feel delight.

"Ahaha, a goddess wearing panties close to her body, covered in fragrant sweat, huff, huff."

The many spectators below collectively transform into passionate fans at that moment;

With eager eyes and warm breath, they gaze intently at the stage, wishing they could rush up there at any moment.

As a down-to-earth goddess, Wang Xiaole unexpectedly bestowed the highest reward upon those who supported her in the last moment.

In contrast, the queen's posture remains lofty and unattainable.

To give an example:

Compared to the dress worn by the goddess, the armor covered by the queen is truly obstructive, perfectly concealing the panties that might be revealed in the current posture;

The solid concealment leaves the discontented crowd seeing nothing but pieces of metal!

Just as the figures crossed on the stage after a close combat, a terrifying sword aura immediately descended.

However, just as that sword aura was about to slash down towards the flag in front, a glint flashed deep in Isabella's eyes.

The sword aura that was supposed to descend in a straight line suddenly missed its target;

Sharp as it was, it slid past Isabella's right shoulder pauldron in an instant;

Then, Isabella swiftly dodged towards the opposite direction of her master.

Through the corner of her eye, Wang Xiaole caught sight of her disciple appearing behind her, the fiercely sharp end of the flag pole fully directed at him in a powerful thrust.

At that moment, dodging was not a wise choice.

Realizing this, Wang Xiaole's gaze flickered, and she immediately stomped hard on the ground;

As some slabs on the arena shattered into pieces, her figure already leveraged to change direction.

Only now did the two truly put some distance between them.

Wang Xiaole, looking at her disciple who was now far away, tightly gripped and controlled a frost arrow to form and later let it attack forward.

Facing a long-range attack that still carried immense momentum, Isabella raised her right arm, holding it out in front of her;

Murdered by Isabella, grabbed the root of the flagpole, causing it to control revolving a semicircle back, lifting the flag upward.

The flag end up and the flag body suddenly stretched out, blocking in front of the holder;

The inward-leaning flagpole was covered with a holy light.

This force guided the incoming arrow, causing it to roll up along the handle segment;

When Isabella swung her arm, the wrist-turning action ended instantly;

Then the flag shook outward, controlling the direction of the arrows’ return and change.

Whoosh!

The arrow launched back.

Even before this, Wang Xiaole’s feet shook, and her figure moved out of her original position, actively intercepting towards the direction where her disciple was.

Facing the arrow that was shot a step ahead, he only slightly raised an eyebrow, immediately had a ring of flames burning towards him;

At the moment of ice and fire colliding, the heat consumed the cold;

Not long after, Wang Xiaole arrived in front of her disciple, also attacking with magic, but covering the sword with ice elements outside.

Clang!

A sword descended, before it could touch anything, the beautiful ice crystals scattered in all directions.

Isabella still held the flag in her hand, but this time she couldn't utilize the power of the holy flag for a "rebound" as she did before.

With a "buzz," the descending sword pushed back the holy flag in front of it and caused Isabella to retreat several steps.

After a successful strike, Wang Xiaole drew a conclusion:

"Master has found out! Although that flag can rebound all attacks, it still has a weakness."

That weakness is:

The holy flag's rebound has a limit on the distance;

If the distance between the attacking force and the flag is within half a meter, then the attack cannot be rebounded!

In other words:

The primary function of the holy flag is to rebound long-range magical attacks;

In close combat situations, the holy flag has a hard time being effective.

After the secret of the ancestral treasure was exposed, Isabella's expression should not have been so calm.

Even if it was the master who saw through the secret, judging from her competitive nature, she should have felt a tinge of unwillingness.

However, the current Isabella indeed showed no emotional disturbance, even the depths of her heart were as calm as a still pond.

The reason for this is that Wang Xiaole, in Isabella's eyes, is no longer just a master but something more.

Later, a period of silence lingered for a while;

It was broken by a series of sounds:

"Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo!"

Royals are usually required to smile without showing teeth, and Isabella faithfully observed this etiquette, but couldn't suppress the laughter from within her lips.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

Seemingly influenced by the apprentice's laughter, Wang Xiaole's laughter rang out as well.

Without needing to coordinate deliberately, their eyes met at the same moment, gazing out at the world;

In their shining eyes, there was a complex mix of emotions.

Joy, excitement, a hint of shock.

The atmosphere enveloping this master-apprentice pair was not only peculiar but only they could understand it.

Starting as adversaries who saw through each other's weaknesses, this prompted a unique style of interaction;

The two, who had suppressed their true feelings for so long, finally couldn't hold back and revealed their hearts one after another:

"Do you know? The apprentice never expected to come this far with the master. Today's scene is beyond anything the apprentice ever dreamed of."

"On the contrary, since the day I took you as my apprentice, my restless heart has been quite dishonest."

"The reason why I am standing here today is because of a decision made by the apprentice herself."

"I have no intention of doing anything else today."

Changing positions, they faced each other again with their weapons pointed;

Neither of them had any intention of stopping, let alone interrupting their conversation:

"I am not mentally prepared for marriage with you, but after much thought, I can't think of anyone more suitable than the master!"

"I, too, was not prepared to settle down so soon, but then I realized: I cannot allow anyone else to stand by your side!"

Clang!

Clang!

The weapons produced two reverberating sounds, and the eyes that displayed warmth unblinkingly locked gaze;

The two extraordinarily beautiful individuals each tilted their heads in their customary direction, teasingly questioning each other.

"Are you confessing your feelings to your disciple?"

"Are you pouring out your emotions to me, your master?"

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

Amidst the continuous collision of sounds, the unique melody of master and disciple continued:

"Pouring out emotions? It doesn't quite sound like you, disciple."

"Confessing feelings? Master feels awkward no matter how I hear it."

They passed by each other, then turned around to face each other again.

"In the end,"

"Not for any other reason,"

(Together) "We, master and disciple, are not the type to sweet-talk, but strangely similar in our unpleasant eccentricities."

Isabella approached, her golden long hair dancing in the wind, brushing against Wang Xiaole's face, sending a hint of fragrance into his nostrils.

Wang Xiaole enjoyed it, with a glint in his eyes, clasping his hands together and summoning countless ice elements to gather around him;

His palms became viscous, emitting a powerful undulation.

As the majestic magical power roared, countless sharp arrows formed behind Wang Xiaole, as if a whole rain of arrows was being shifted;

Under the reflection of the sword aura, the innumerable arrows appeared like the stars in a summer night, creating a spectacular and romantic scene at that moment.

Meanwhile, the slabs under Isabella's feet continuously shattered, turning into countless shards soaring into the sky.

Invisible thunder took shape, covering those shards, condensing into an unprecedented powerful offensive.

"I haven't spent much time with Master, so I haven't had the chance to develop feelings for you."

"Coincidentally, I'm not the type of frivolous woman who casually says 'like' to a beautiful girl."

"We lack understanding as master and disciple, and that's why..."

"We need to spend more time getting to know each other in the future."

"I don't understand tenderness, nor do I know love, so please take some time to like me, Master."

"It's a must. There's a saying back in my old hometown, 'marry first, love after'."

"Does that mean...?"

"Just as it sounds!"

Thunder roared like a fierce beast, the rain of arrows shaking the sky.

Two figures moved forward together, launching the final attack they had poured their hearts into, aiming straight ahead;

This was their last move;

This was the ultimate confession:

"A momentary ceremony;"

"A lifetime together;"

"A brief ritual;"

"An eternal heart."

"In the future, I, the disciple..."

"In the future, I, the master..."

Swords clashed, banners flew, both engaging in a serious battle.

With a unified shout reverberating through the arena, shaking this piece of the world:

"Please take care of each other!"