Insufficient balance

  The literary competition finally came to an end, and Feng Ya Song emerged victorious. By the time it was over, it was almost noon, and both sides withdrew from the stage. The martial arts competition would continue in the afternoon. As they left the stage, there were noticeably more people cheering for Feng Ya Song than for Hua Xiang. Feng Ya Song's performance had won over the hearts of many young women, who were deeply impressed by her piano playing. In contrast to her usual calm and collected demeanor, she appeared even more elegant and refined, with an air of superiority that only added to her allure. The more aloof she seemed, the more the young girls present adored her.

  In my heart I am happy and carefree, with a beautiful girl approaching, still can't help but wipe the oil from my hands, so tender, indeed youth is invincible.

  Looking at Ma Huateng, he was approachable and gentle, occasionally even proactively waving to the girls who came over, but not many people paid attention to him. Although Ma Huateng wasn't bad, he shouldn't be compared to Yi Han. The two were on different levels, and in the eyes of those girls, Yi Han was excellent. Even though they didn't know anything about his identity or background, it didn't stop them from showing their enthusiasm.

  After lunch, they rested for a while. When the clock struck five, everyone returned to the venue of Mochou Lake. By then, an arena had been set up in the middle of the venue, and many dark-colored cloth sheds had been built around it. Of course, Huaxiang Poetry Club and Fengya Song Poetry Club were no exception. As the main players, they enjoyed better treatment. There were people offering tea from time to time around them. Nobody knew who did all these things, and everyone thought it was a matter of course. Their minds were focused on the competition, so nobody went further into it.

  Wen Bi has already made his move, and now it's Wu Bei's turn, but as an onlooker, I don't know if Yu Jie had a plan all along.

  This Wu Bi wants to see Huo Tao, Song Jing Shan, and also that Jing Ming Dashi's arrangement.

  It seems they had already discussed it beforehand, and everyone was present. Huo Tao stepped forward and said in his rough voice: "This martial arts competition, we have discussed it among ourselves, will be divided into three stages. The first stage is that both sides will send three representatives to compete one-on-one, with each person only competing once. The side that wins two out of the three matches will be the winner of the first stage. As for the rules, it's just a matter of who gets hit first, and no one can get seriously injured or killed. In the second stage, both sides can send anyone to compete, and the losing side can continue to challenge until one side admits defeat. The third stage is for us old men to satisfy our itch for battle, and Master Jingming won't be participating. Both of your sides can send anyone to challenge me and Song Xiaoxia, but they must be able to withstand at least 50 moves without losing. As for the outcome, we'll decide later."

  Yu Jie furrowed his brow after hearing this, as the rule was extremely unfavorable to their side. There was only one person who could take it out, but that person had yet to appear.

  Yi Han asked Yu Jie in a low voice: "Brother Yu, the situation doesn't look good, do you have any countermeasures?"

  Yu Jie looked around, his face anxious, "Why hasn't he arrived yet?" Suddenly, Yi Han asked him, and he replied: "I've invited a master to help us out, but at the moment he hasn't arrived yet."

  Yi Han didn't ask, but showed a hint of surprise. Yu Jie explained: "That day, a nobleman happened to come to the mansion. He was a good friend of my father's in his youth, so I told him about today's competition and asked for his help. Unexpectedly, the nobleman declined politely, but he agreed to invite someone to assist, which is why I'm so confident today."

  Yi Han glanced around and said, "Oh, Brother Yu can recognize him."

  "I've never seen this person before, but all of Father's good friends have said so, he definitely won't go back on his word", Yu Jie said with a firm expression.

  Yi Han said: "But the martial competition is about to begin, this person has not arrived, what to do".

  "For now, just get through this for a while, take it one step at a time," Yu Jie said with a helpless expression.

  "Which three people?" Yu Jie hesitated, whoever was chosen would be unlucky. After some thought, he could only force himself to say: "I've already decided, let's have Hua Teng and I go up first."

  But little did he expect that as soon as the words left his mouth, Ma Hua's eyes widened in shock and he stared with an open mouth, exclaiming: "Yu Jie, I didn't mishear, did I? You actually want me to go on stage. Are you trying to get me killed?"

  Yu Jie said with difficulty: "In the first stage, we estimate that we will lose, but even if we lose, we cannot lose our momentum at home. Hua Teng, you eat a lot and your body is stronger than Ming Xiu's, Mu Sen is also very strong, I have already played, why can't you play?"

  Jie Du took the lead and everyone else followed, Ma Hua Teng could only grit his teeth and say: "Alright".

  "That Wei Feng, fierce winds are nothing to him, I've seen it all before. Any one of them can beat our guards senseless with just a few moves. But Yun Gu Tian, I've never seen him make a move, as the leader, his martial arts skills must be impressive." Yu Jian had already begun assessing their opponent's strength.

  But they didn't know who would be sent out for this first match.

  To boost morale, Yue Jie led the vanguard in person, while the other side sent out Wei Feng.

  Yu Jie gritted his teeth and stepped onto the stage, while Wei Feng had been staring at him with a fierce gaze, eager to regain the dignity of Hua Xiu. What kind of person was Wei Feng, and what was Yu Jie's background? One had practiced martial arts since childhood, while the other was powerless, unable to even tie up a chicken. Wei Feng stood there, opening his arms wide, provoking Yu Jie with a "come at me" attitude. Yu Jie was furious - as the son of a general, he had never been looked down upon like this before. His anger ignited, and he suddenly found the courage to shout loudly and charge forward, clenching his fists and punching Wei Feng's chest nonstop. Wei Feng indeed stood still, allowing Yu Jie to punch and kick him, with a smile still hanging on his lips. Yu Jie's punches landed on Wei Feng like scratches.

  Yu Jie threw countless punches, but Wei Feng was unscathed. Instead, he was panting heavily. Wei Feng smiled and said, "Are you tired from punching? If you're tired, it's my turn now." Yu Jie was startled and knew that Wei Feng was going to make his move. He dodged backwards, or rather, ran away. Wei Feng kicked him squarely on the buttocks, sending Yu Jie flying off the stage. He didn't move at all. The crowd burst into laughter. Huo Tao shook his head, thinking that this wasn't a martial arts competition, but a farce. Yi Han closed her eyes, not bearing to look at Yu Jie's miserable state. The son of the Golden City Governor, who had been so proud, was now in such a sorry state, all because of a dispute over a single phrase. Fortunately, it wasn't Yi Han who had gone up on stage.

  Feng Ya and others rushed over to see Yu Jie's injuries, fortunately, his body was only slightly scratched and bruised, nothing serious. Wei Feng just wanted to humiliate him and didn't use excessive force. Ma Hua Teng thought for a moment that he would be on stage soon and his legs started trembling with fear.

  Yi Han gently shook his head. Before the master's future, he couldn't bear to watch anymore. This was a martial arts competition, but it was simply going up to get beaten. Was face really that important?

  The second match, Ma Huateng vs Yun Guotian.

  Yún Gū Tiān's sleeves fluttered, and with a turn of his head and a step forward, the dragon and tiger's posture could be seen. Looking back at Mǎ Huà Téng, his waist was bent like a shrimp, he was intimidated by Yún Gū Tiān's aura, and before he knew it, the outcome was already decided.

  After a while, Ma Huateng's face was swollen like a pig's head. Every time Yun Guotian beat him, he pretended to fall off the stage, but every time he was pulled back by Yun Guolong and beaten again. After all, Ma Huateng didn't know any martial arts, so Yun Guotian didn't use his full strength, but a severe beating was still unavoidable.

  Undoubtedly, the first stage of Huā Xiū has already won three games with two victories. Compared to Wen Bi's rich and colorful performance, this martial arts competition is more dramatic and like a farce. Why is that? The onlookers couldn't understand why such a bizarre scene appeared.

  The second stage of the martial arts competition was the arena match, which was originally a more exciting and explosive scene, but due to Feng Ya Song's weakness, it seemed like there was nothing worth watching. However, since things had already been arranged, they still had to continue.

  The first to take the stage at Huā Xiū Poetry Meeting was Wei Feng, and it fell on him to show off. The elegant and refined people on this side looked at each other in dismay. Yu Jie and Ma Hua Teng were already injured, and the rest were just some bookworms with no ability to fight back. In their hearts, they regretted not bringing the guards, even a few would have been better than none.

  Suddenly, the four of them seemed to think of something and looked at Yi Han together. Yi Han felt a chill under their gaze, no way.

  Ming Xiuxiao smiled and said: "Yi brother, after thinking about it, you are still the most suitable. You have a favor to Wei Feng, I think he will go easy on you."

  What's going on, Yi Han was unwilling in his heart, he didn't want the cool image he had just won to disappear instantly. It can be imagined that even if Wei Feng spared him, this loss of face was a certainty.

  With a shaking head like a drum, finally under the sincere gaze of everyone, he could only force himself to go up and fight.

  Are you afraid of pain? Of course not. If someone is beaten by the commander-in-chief all day, how can they be afraid of pain? Are you afraid of losing face? Of course I am. In front of a beauty, I'm most afraid of losing face.

  "Miss, he knows martial arts, how didn't I notice?" Ning Xue smiled sweetly: "Of course not, but that annoying face of his is one that someone should leave a mark on as a souvenir."

  "Miss, shall we help him?"

  "I couldn't help but want to see him make a fool of himself, how could I possibly help him?" With an enchanting and captivating expression, her eyes sparkled with mischief, such a posture would make anyone who saw it lose their soul.

  "Oh no, he's been beaten up!" The green-clad woman exclaimed as she saw Yi Han being thrashed on the stage.

  Ning Xue gave the green-clothed woman a stern look and said, "Autumn Ling, you little girl are looking for trouble, aren't you? Do I look like the kind of woman who gets sentimental just because of a man?"

  Ling Qiu made a face, "If Miss doesn't feel heartache for him, she must be disgusted with him".

  Ning Xuewei's eyes widened in shock, and she said anxiously: "I don't know why, I dislike him, I hate him, but I couldn't help but want to hold him in my arms."

  Ah!

  Qiu Ling was taken aback and speechless, "How can a lady say such bold and unreasonable words, this is something that should be said by a man."

  Ning Xue saw Autumn Ling's expression and burst out laughing. "What, can't I? I'm so tall, ordinary men would still be half a head shorter than me."

  Ning Xue had a pair of long legs, but unfortunately she was wearing a skirt at the time and it was impossible to catch a glimpse of her slender and delicate legs.

  Yi Han's move was a set of Wild Wind Knife Techniques passed down from Old Master Yi. This technique is extremely lethal on the battlefield, but against powerful Jianghu masters, its effectiveness is greatly reduced. Moreover, he used his fists instead of knives, which weakened the overall impact.

  Wei Feng made a move, trying to separate Yi Han's fists and attack his side. Yi Han's fist was already clearly visible, but suddenly, Wei Feng retreated two steps after being hit in the chest. However, it seemed that neither of them had actually touched each other. This was puzzling. Only a few people in the audience noticed what had happened. It turned out that Yi Han's fierce-looking punch was actually a feint, and Wei Feng had fallen for it, thinking it was a real punch. The momentum was already there, so it couldn't be a feint... or so he thought. But Yi Han had actually pulled his punch back, leaving Wei Feng to hit nothing but air. Meanwhile, Yi Han's other fist struck Wei Feng in the chest, although this only made him stumble backward two steps without causing any real harm. The crowd erupted into cheers.

  Yi Han wasn't stupid, he knew his own strengths and weaknesses clearly. To clash head-on with Wei Feng would be suicidal, so he made some minor adjustments to the Crazy Wind Knife technique, turning substance into void, and scored a hit with one move.

  Weifeng steadied himself, his eyes gleaming with intensity, and launched a sudden attack without warning. Yihan was currently unable to match Weifeng's brute force head-on, so he could only dodge and weave, waiting for an opening to counterattack when Weifeng's momentum had already been spent. Weifeng's fists seemed razor-sharp, but they didn't contain his full strength; he held back a few threads of power to guard against Yihan's sneak attacks. One punch followed another, leaving no room for Yihan to catch his breath.

  Yi Han was unable to counterattack, and with such high-intensity exercise, he already felt a bit out of breath. Wei Feng, on the other hand, was getting faster and faster. Wei Feng's lightning-fast punch broke through Yi Han's double fists and hit him straight in the chest. With a loud crash, Yi Han flew off the stage. A white shadow as fast as lightning suddenly appeared and steadily caught Yi Han in mid-air.

  When he fell to the ground, Yi Han had already been firmly held in the arms of a man in white clothes, with only a thread of blood on his lips, proving that Wei Feng's punch just now was indeed not light.