Chapter 17: Martial Arts Competition (Part 2)

  Shi Dong had been quietly observing the situation in the arena, and upon seeing this, he couldn't help but furrow his brow.

  He noticed that when Lei Huan looked at Bai Jin, there was a subtle and almost imperceptible exchange of glances between the two, which others might not have noticed, but Shi Dong saw it clearly.

  This makes him think that this farce is probably a deliberate creation of Bai Jingyi and Lei Hu, intentionally making a big fuss to attract so many onlookers.

  What's the purpose, he's still unclear for the time being, but one thing is certain, this foolish Mao Feifei will suffer a great loss.

  Suddenly, a low whisper like the hum of mosquitoes came from behind: "Tan Shige, why does Lei Shige want to force Mao Shixiong so much? Even if you want to compete, isn't it better to be calm and peaceful?"

  The voice was crisp and pleasant, Shi Dong's ears perked up, and he quietly looked around in the direction of the sound. He saw a girl about ten years old with a pretty face standing behind him.

  Beside her stood a tall and pale young man, about the same age as herself, twelve or thirteen years old.

  It was exactly Situ Jin who chose this time, and the other two first-class disciples, a girl named Zhu Ke'er, and a boy named Tan Shaoxuan, were all first-class qualifications, just like Lei Huan.

  Shi Dong took a glance at Zhu Ke'er's appearance, and his heart skipped a beat. He saw that her skin was fair and delicate, with fine eyebrows and almond-shaped eyes, and a slightly chubby yet elegant face with a pair of shallow dimples.

  Although she was only holding the girl's hair bun, wearing a green jacket, somehow, it made her jade-like skin shine brightly, making people look up and want to exclaim: "What a beautifully crafted porcelain doll!"

  Shi Dong stared blankly at her, his heart exclaiming: "She... she looks just like my sister! Oh heavens!"

  Although his own sister was not as beautiful and lovely as this girl, the two looked at least 70% alike, also with a generally chubby baby face, also with generally fine eyebrows and almond-shaped eyes. Unfortunately, her skin was not as white and tender as hers, and she was still young, and her figure had not yet developed.

  But this girl named Zhu Ke'er already had a slightly bulging chest.

  Zhu Ke'er suddenly felt a pair of piercing eyes on her, and when she looked up, she saw a round-faced boy staring at her chest with his small eyes. Her face flushed instantly, and she turned away hastily, her heart racing: "This person... how can he be so rude? Staring at me like that?"

  It turned out that six months ago when Situ Jin chose his disciples, everyone had gone through the shock of the pulse wheel ceremony and didn't look at each other much. Later, they were busy with their cultivation, these two were top-notch talents, usually except for receiving Situ Jin's guidance, they just closed the door to cultivate bitterly, so they hadn't seen Shi Dong before.

  Even if they had met once when selecting disciples, at that time the young men and women were all newly selected from the mountain below, looking haggard and disheveled, with a very different appearance from now.

  Now, after more than half a year of cultivation and nourishment, each one's energy and blood was flourishing, and their faces were radiant. As a result, Shi Dong and Zhu Ke'er were both startled when they first met.

  It was only Shi Dou who was surprised by the beauty of the other party and also resembled his own sister; while the other party was only shocked by Shi Dou's rudeness.

  "Sister, what's wrong with you? Are you listening to me?" Tan Shaoxuan turned his head around and saw Zhu Ke'er looking strange, her face flushed, and she glanced around, only to see a round-faced boy give him a sly smile before quickly turning his head away.

  "What's wrong with Zheng Na?" Zhu Ke'er pulled him aside and whispered, "Nothing, Brother Tan, please continue."

  "Ah!" Tan Shaohuan scratched his head, unsure of the situation. He paused for a moment, recalling where they had left off earlier, and continued: "So... I'm guessing that Lei Shixiong wants to use this battle to make a name for himself and gain everyone's admiration. This way, when it comes time to receive sect missions, many fellow disciples will come to him to form teams."

  "Oh! No wonder, now I understand." Zhu Ke'er blinked her black eyes and asked Tan Shaoxuan: "Will Tan Master find Lei Master to form a team in the future?"

  "It depends on who's more powerful!" Tan Shaoxuan scratched his head.

  "Ah, I see. Thanks for clarifying, Brother." Zhu Ke'er said softly, casting a glance at the guy who was sneaking a peek at her from not far away, and clenched her fist, thinking: "This guy is too despicable! Next time I meet him, I'll definitely make him pay!"

  Although the two were talking in a low voice, every word fell into Shi Dong's ears. He thought to himself: "So that's how it is. Lei Huan actually had this plan in mind. It seems he was acting on Bai Shigong's instructions when he defeated Mao Feifei in public, and next he'll be doing the sect's task. That way, everyone will respond to his call, and it will be extremely beneficial for his future cultivation!"

  Thinking and thinking, the back always feels two hot eyes, making him sweat profusely, under great pressure, can't help but secretly cry out: "Little girl, little girl, you're staring at your brother like this, are you going to learn from Master to kill with your eyes? Ah, ah, it's terrible!"

  Suddenly, a loud crash was heard from the stage, and Shi Dong hastily lifted his head to look over.

  Suddenly, a powerful ghost wearing black armor jumped out from the high platform, landed on the ground and drew a large knife from his back, swinging it with great force. The strong gust of wind caused Mao Feifei's hair to fly about even though she was one zhang (about 3 meters) away.

  Before they knew it, the two of them had already started fighting.

  "Oh——"

  The audience couldn't help but let out a shout of surprise, seeing the mighty ghost appear on stage with an imposing aura, his head bigger than Mao Fei's by at least one circle, and his black armor gleaming. The door-sized knife was merely swung in mid-air, yet it could stir up his hair, such an intimidating presence that was truly frightening.

  Mao Feifei was shocked by the momentum and took a step back, his face suddenly pale, but when he saw Lei Huan's mocking smile at the corner of his mouth, he suddenly became furious, thinking: "Our Mao family blacksmiths are not cowards, even if we lose, we must lose with dignity!"

  He hastily used his mind to urge the Light Spirit, and with a soft whooshing sound, the Light Spirit attached itself to his back, adding a Lightness Technique to his feet.

  He sprang up immediately, jumping over a zhang high, swinging his fist at Lei Huan's pale face and shouting: "Lei Huan, take this punch!"

  Lei Hao did not expect that Ma Feifei, who had been augmented with the Lightfoot Technique, could jump so high. For a moment, he was somewhat flustered and hastily urged the Great Strength Ghost to block in front of him, swinging his great knife to chop down at Ma Feifei.

  Mao Feifei was also fighting for the first time, seeing this knife coming down with a mighty gust of wind, her heart skipped six beats, and she hastily twisted her waist in mid-air, her body lightly floating away.

  The two stood up again, both of them breaking out in a cold sweat. They knew that each other's methods were extraordinary and they had to be careful in their response.

  Lei Huan placed the powerful ghost between them, giving him enough time to react if Mao Feifei launched another surprise attack; Mao Feifei crouched low, keeping a distance, her eyes fixed intently on Lei Huan, planning to use his speed advantage to seize the opportunity and launch a surprise attack to take down his opponent.

  "Good!" The audience below the stage burst into applause, and the brief exchange just now had left those new disciples dazzled and stunned, only bursting out at this moment.

  For a moment, neither of them dared to make a move, slowly circling around each other, and unexpectedly fell into a stalemate.

  The eyes of the entire audience fell on the two people, and there was a moment of silence.

  He stared intently at the stage with a pair of small eyes, his heart racing wildly as he muttered to himself: "These two... how can they be so formidable? When will I... have a powerful spirit like that too?" The feeling of envy was unbearable.

  Just then, whispers were heard from behind ——

  "Tan Shige, who do you think will win?"

  "Hmm...it's hard to say, one is powerful and strong, the other is agile and quick, each has its own advantages, it's a 50-50 chance of winning?"

  "It seems that Lei Shigong has a greater chance of winning, and Mao Shixiong will lose miserably."

  "What? Why say that?"

  "You'll see as you go along."

  Shi Dong's heart skipped a beat, and he narrowed his eyes to take a closer look. He found that the situation on stage had changed again. Mao Feifei couldn't hold back, starting to attack fiercely, while Lei Huang's powerful ghost was gradually unable to keep up with Mao Feifei's speed, always lagging behind by half a beat, as if he was losing control.

  Look at Lei Huan again, his face is panicked and he shrinks behind the Great Strength Ghost, desperately dodging Mao Fei's pursuit, as if he will be defeated by his opponent at any time.

  Suddenly, Shi Dong noticed that Lei Huan's hand behind his back had a bright light flashing at the fingertips, which made him secretly shocked.

  Just at this moment, Lei Huan revealed a flaw and hid slightly slower, revealing half of his body from behind the Great Strength Ghost.

  "Haha! Leihuang you lose!" In the midst of Mao Feifei's loud laughter, her figure shot out like an arrow and threw a fierce punch at Leihuang's pale face.

  Just then, a loud crash was heard. Lei Huang stood still, but Mao Feifei's massive body flew up and fell from the high platform.

  The vengeful spirit that possessed him was beaten out of his body and was in a state of being masterless and out of control. It was then ordered by Lei Huang to be chased down by the powerful ghost, who chopped off its arm with a loud thud. The result was a mournful cry as it transformed into a faint white mist that followed Mao Fei Fei away.

  The audience under the stage was shocked by this sudden change, and when they saw Ma Feifei's huge body falling down, they scattered in all directions, afraid of being hit and getting their bones broken.

  At this moment, Shi Dong exclaimed in his heart: "The opportunity has come!"

  She puffed out her buttocks and rushed forward, the place where she fell was exactly where Mao Feifei had fallen. Her mouth still exclaimed: "Ah! Who kicked me?"

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