Chapter Sixteen: The Gentleman Takes Revenge

  In an instant, all sounds ceased, and heaven and earth were silent. And Zhou Xiaoyu stretched out her hand, accurately grasping towards my chest.

  His left leg kicked straight back, his body leaned forward and almost formed a straight line with the ground, this elegant move caught me off guard, and it was a perfect grab.

  In the blink of an eye, his face changed color suddenly.

  He picked me up and stood me straight up alive.

  He didn't let go, but kept holding onto me.

  I lowered my head to look at the hand grasping my chest, then raised it to gaze at him.

  His face changed color several times, like a rare fire cloud that appears only once in a hundred years, changing colors in a thousand strange ways, and finally returning to its original state.

  His hand moved.

  My whole body is tense and numb.

  He finally let go of me, his hand still outstretched, but he took a step back.

  I bit my lip, staring straight at this person, frowning deeply and thinking: Does he really... have that... If so, what should I do. The tense feeling made me want to vomit.

  Zhou Xiaoyu looked at me, her beautiful peach blossom eyes blinked, and suddenly the corners of her mouth curled up into a smile.

  It's as if the bright moon is shining in the sky, and the night-blooming flowers are in full bloom. And Zhou Xiaoyu said: "It's open."

  The voice is very low.

  It was so quiet that almost only I could hear it. I didn't understand what he meant, blinked my eyes, and followed his gaze to look down, the collar on my chest was pulled up high by him, this was nothing, but I suddenly felt a bit strange, stretched out my hand subconsciously to touch my abdomen, and instantly felt every pore on my body spouting fire.

  After a brief pause, I swung my twin swords and charged straight at him: "You bastard!" My voice was shaking.

  "Am I a fool?" He chuckled softly and sidestepped my sword, saying calmly.

  "If you still want to fight, I'll accompany you." He said with a low smile, looking down on him.

  "I'll kill you." I gritted my teeth, if I couldn't kill him, I would commit suicide right here!

  Damn it!

  He stepped aside with a dance-like movement and avoided me.

  I wielded my sword horizontally and slashed out, my moves now completely lawless, just randomly swinging and chopping at the place where he was, in an instant my eyes turned red with rage.

  Suddenly a pair of hands stretched out from behind and tightly hugged me around the waist: "Xuande!" someone called in my ear.

  "Let me go!" I shrieked, wildly throwing my left-hand sword in Zhou Xiaoyu's direction.

  "Xuande!" Someone else called out to me from beside me.

  The precious sword in hand was snatched away by someone, I glared at that person with anger, but it turned out to be Yunchang, who had taken my sword and frowned, whispering: "Xuande, stop fighting."

  I naturally knew I couldn't beat him, but I just couldn't swallow this breath, besides, besides...

  I looked down at my disheveled collar and what was inside... I couldn't bear to think about it, my face burning with shame. Zhou Xiaoyu had actually humiliated me in public! Today either he dies or I do! But the person behind me was holding on to me with all their might, refusing to let go, and I knew that was Yide.

  "Xuande, a gentleman avenges his enemies, even if it takes ten years." Yunchang whispered in my ear.

  I stared at him for a moment, then looked ahead at Zhou Xiaoyu. He had already withdrawn his sword and was standing still, his clothes fluttering in the wind, his black hair flowing behind him. His eyes, however, were completely still, not blinking, just quietly looking at me, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

  "I don't want ten years, I want it now..." I suddenly lost my mind and rushed up to him with red eyes, wanting to chop him into ten or eight pieces.

  Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain on my head, as if something had hit me.

  I turned around in anger and looked at the murderer.

  Zhuge Xiaoliang swayed his menacing feather fan, floating beside me: "Not passing grade, oh, the martial arts competition has developed into a private fight, will not pass." He muttered to himself, as if reciting an incantation.

  I shuddered.

  I finally remembered what this was all about, and my rationality instantly returned to me.

  Zhuge Xiaoliang smiled at me and said, "Let's go, let's go back, be good."

  I took a deep breath.

  Yi De still held me tightly, making me feel hot all over, and I had to whisper: "Let go!"

  He said: "Don't let go, what if you rush over again?"

  "What's the point of rushing over and getting beaten up by that guy?" I said angrily. "Do you think I'm an idiot."

  Yi De said with a scowl: "You're absolutely a fool just now."

  I flapped my sleeves: "This is one moment, that is another."

  Yun Chang held up my sword and rushed to the invigilator's platform to pay respects, covering our retreat.

  I returned to the team in a huff. Yunchang and Yide were whispering to each other, seemingly discussing feasible methods for dealing with Zhou Xiaoyu later on. I could only gaze resentfully at that fiery red figure disappearing into the distance, but deep down, I felt somewhat apprehensive. Taking advantage of no one noticing, I secretly touched my chest, as if it had really opened... Did that guy mean this?

  So... how much did he actually know?

  A gentle breeze blew by, clearing my mind a bit.

  I turned my head, and it was Zhuge Xiaoliang. He held a feather fan close to me and fanned me twice, smiling slyly: "It's hot today, isn't it, Xuande? Look at you wearing so many clothes, be careful not to get heatstroke... But, come to think of it, with all those clothes on, you seem... a bit chubby..."

  I heard a "fat" word and saw his sharp eyes sizing me up and down, suddenly I was covered in sweat.

  "Have you really gained weight?" He fanned me with one hand and stretched out the other, "Let me pinch it to see."

  I let out a scream and completely collapsed, fleeing with two swords in hand.