I Want to See My Sister's Big Thunder

"How do you want to fight?"

Wang Xian didn’t refuse.

It was obvious that the other person was the expert behind that small-time streamer.

To be honest, that earlier trick had been a minor gimmick in his eyes.

If someone else had been in the fight, even a second-tier martial artist would’ve fallen for it.

As for Streamer Tong, without suppressing his vitality, he was just a first-tier martial artist.

In other words, that trick could potentially allow someone to defeat an opponent above their level.

Against someone of the same tier? It would be a slaughter.

As for the "outside coaching" approach, Wang Xian didn’t mind.

Streamers were all about entertainment value anyway.

Winning or losing probably didn’t matter to them.

"Enter my arena," the figure named "Crane-Like Stance" said calmly.

Wang Xian nodded and accepted the challenge.

The other person was wearing an ancient assassin-style skin set—black robes, a face mask—and their voice was altered to sound gender-neutral.

In-game, it was hard to tell if they were male or female.

But that didn’t matter.

As long as they could fight.

Meanwhile—

"Brothers, I gotta go watch my big sis’ challenge match."

Grandpa Tong coughed. "Uh, big sis has a rule—her duels usually aren’t open to spectators outside her friends list. So, sorry, but you guys’ll have to wait!"

"I’ll report back with the results!"

The chat, still buzzing from the lightning-fast fight they’d just witnessed, erupted in protest the moment they heard the streamer’s voice.

[Fck you, not treating us like brothers, huh?]

[Let big sis open spectator mode!]

[Just watched it, still processing… that was kinda hype. I’m interested in this ‘Cao Cao’ guy now!]

[Nooo, Tong-ge, Tong-daddy, Tong-grandpa, let me watch… no ulterior motives, just for learning purposes!]

[Damn, this itch is unbearable!]

[A-Tong lost both matches, and so cleanly too… Honestly, for that second fight, I feel like even some of the top-ranked solo arena fighters might’ve struggled.]

[I wanna see big sis’s ‘big thunder’]

[Isn’t everyone just wearing skins in-game? What ‘big thunder’…?]

[You don’t get it. Martial Infinite only lets you adjust body proportions by 20% max. Even with a skin, once she moves, it’s definitely big thunder!]

Watching the chaotic flood of messages, Grandpa Tong reluctantly closed the stream, itching with curiosity.

Then he entered his sister’s private arena spectator seats.

Not everyone liked being watched—many players set their matches to "friends-only" in the privacy settings.

Right now, aside from him, there were only one or two others in the spectator seats.

Probably her friends.

He glanced at them and blinked.

Oh. He recognized them.

One was his sister’s persistent admirer, the other a semi-close friend.

Neither spoke, both staring intently at the match with visible surprise.

Grandpa Tong knew why—his sister rarely invited anyone to duel.

"I wonder who’ll win…"

His eyes burned with curiosity, and he didn’t even bother greeting the other two.

Somewhere deep down, he was lowkey rooting for that ‘Cao Cao.’

But realistically? Almost impossible.

After all, he knew exactly how strong his sister was.

"Your vitality’s at 1, so we’ll cap it at 1," Crane-Like Stance said, her masked face giving nothing away. "Let’s just compare pure martial skill."

Wang Xian nodded, readying himself immediately.

The arena’s countdown began.

A standard spear materialized in her hands.

With a fluid twirl of her weapon, she dashed forward the moment the timer hit zero.

At the same time—

Wang Xian charged as well.

Both moved in sync—one with a blade, the other a spear.

But experts could tell the difference at a glance.

Even using the same opening move of the Thousand-Army Spear Technique—"Uplift the Mountain, Embrace the Moon"—her spear tip flicked upward with a grace like an antelope’s leap, leaving no trace.

Yet this motion also accentuated two distinct curves in her movement.

Like two large rabbits bounding toward Wang Xian.

Truly, swift as a fleeing hare…

"So she’s a woman…"

Wang Xian noted, amused.

But she had skill.

"Thousand-Army Spear Technique, mastered to perfection."

"Finally, a decent opponent."

"Though… she’s got a minor flaw."

His mind flashed with analysis before he smirked.

Reaching this level with the spear technique wasn’t easy.

And in martial arts, one misstep affected everything.

Executing techniques at high speed drastically altered the force distribution compared to practice, often weakening the move or creating openings.

That was why Grandpa Tong preferred counterattacking.

Most low-tier fighters avoided aggressive approaches for this reason—it was harder to maintain perfect form.

Doing so required not just mastery of the technique but also exceptional footwork.

Wang Xian didn’t dodge. Instead, he reused his earlier trick—blocking with the flat of his blade, then releasing the hilt the instant the spear struck.

As the blade was sent flying, he leapt lightly, catching it midair.

"Trying that again?"

Her eyes turned icy.

Was he looking down on her?

Did he really think the same trick that worked on her useless little brother would work on her?

No chance.

Instantly, she loosened her grip, cutting off the technique’s momentum.

The spear’s force dissipated abruptly.

But—

The next moment, her hand slithered back along the shaft like an eel, coiling around it before gripping near the tip again.

This seamlessly transitioned into the setup for another move.

"It’s over."

"Heaven-Earth Reversal."

A cold smile curled beneath her mask.

Watching this, Grandpa Tong was awestruck.

Big sis was on another level.

In his hands, the Thousand-Army Spear Technique felt robotic.

In hers, shifting stances was as natural as breathing.

No openings to exploit.

Using the spear like a staff, she swung horizontally with crushing force, a visible shockwave rippling through the air.

Wang Xian was barely two body lengths away.

His blade, instead of being deflected, clattered to the ground.

Disarmed, he was now in mortal danger.

"Some combat experience, but still green."

Yet Wang Xian showed no fear as the staff hurtled toward him.

In theory, Heaven-Earth Reversal was unbreakable in the Thousand-Army Spear Technique—especially at close range.

And her stance shift had been flawlessly prepared.

So—

He didn’t evade. His hand shot out like a dragon’s claw, seizing the staff mid-swing.

The impact sent him flying backward.

But—

His grip didn’t loosen.

Her eyes widened.

A split second later, she too was yanked off her feet by an overwhelming force.

"You dare to take on the Heaven-Earth Reversal like that?"

Seizing the moment during his descent, Wang Xian grabbed the long blade that had fallen to the ground.

His opponent sneered coldly, mercilessly sending Wang Xian flying into the air with a single flick.

They weren’t afraid of him attempting the Heaven-Earth Reversal.

If he dared to try it, not only would he suffer heavy damage, but he’d also be left wide open.

"Then… Heavenly Dragon’s Tail!"

His stance shifted like a crane taking flight, and the spear in his hand transformed into a soaring dragon, its tip becoming the dragon’s tail as it lashed toward his airborne foe.

This move wasn’t from the Thousand-Army Spear Technique but rather a basic stance from the Cloud Dragon Spear Technique.

She wasn’t just skilled in the Thousand-Army Spear Technique.

Her mastery was equally peerless!

"Incredible, sis…"

"That was absolutely flawless!"

Grandpa Tong watched, utterly exhilarated.

Yet, before his excitement could settle…