Martial arts have become extinct worldwide, yet I am forced to have a large family.

He cleaved the purple arrow in two with a single stroke!

That sharp blade of light did not dissipate!

Its power remains undiminished!

Amidst the scattering purple light fragments, the lightning blade continued forward, finally flashing past the fleeing wolf king.

"puff--!"

The wolf king's running body froze, and then a thin line of blood appeared from head to tail.

The next second, its massive body was split in two and crashed heavily to the ground.

The entire venue was deathly silent!

Even the wind seemed to have stopped.

Amidst the corpses scattered on the ground, only one figure stood holding a knife.

Everyone held their breath.

"Senior, he..."

"One...one strike...and you cleaved that terrifying arrow in two?"

"After splitting it open... it still has the power to instantly kill a wolf king at the third realm?"

"What...what kind of monster is this?!"

"Am I hallucinating today...?"

The outcome is decided.

Yang Xian won the bet against Ye Huairou with a two-head lead.

Sheathing his sword, Yang Xian turned around and gave a plain, unremarkable middle-aged man's smile.

Ye Huairou, however, was frozen in place on the truck, completely unaware of Yang Xian's gaze.

Her consciousness was still stuck on the image of the arrow being split open.

One of her fair, delicate hands couldn't hold on properly.

"Clang!"

The large black bow fell onto the metal floor of the truck.

What pride of a chosen one?

What kind of confidence do top geniuses at martial arts universities have?

At this moment, everything has vanished!

"Gurgle."

Regiment Commander Lei Zhi's throat bobbed with difficulty.

He strode forward and cupped his hands in a respectful gesture towards Yang Xian.

"Senior Kamui!"

"Leave the rest to us; we wouldn't dare trouble you, senior!"

The other martial artists in the group followed suit and bowed.

"Yes, yes! Senior, please take a rest!"

"This is nothing, we can handle it!"

"Later, we will inventory your spoils and present them to you all at once..."

Yang Xian simply nodded indifferently as he observed the group's arrogant yet obsequious demeanor.

With their help, I was spared the trouble of doing it myself.

The main reason is... personally cleaning up the battlefield would be too beneath the dignity of a master!

Putting aside his distracting thoughts, Yang Xian's gaze swept over Ye Huairou in the distance.

"Are you still standing there like an idiot?"

"I hope I didn't upset her too much?"

well--!

I was just carried away and accidentally used all my strength.

We should save her some face...

This girl is so competitive, she probably won't do anything stupid later, right?

As Yang Xian thought this, he walked toward the truck.

Just then, a very soft sob was heard.

"Waaah..."

The girl's shoulders were trembling very slightly.

On her pretty face, her beautiful eyes were red, and tears silently slid down, soaking the black mask.

Yang Xian: ? ? ?

No way?

I just reminded her not to cry later...

Did it really drop some small pearls?

But Yang Xian did not go up to comfort the other person.

Firstly, it was the other party who took the initiative to propose a competition, and she herself agreed to the bet.

There are wins and losses, what's there to be comforted about?

A loss is a loss. Even if I go over and say a few nice things, it won't change the fact that she lost.

Yang Xian could only silently wish the other party would try harder next time and win back...

Secondly, the two were just strangers who met by chance.

Why would Yang Xian shamelessly try to comfort a woman who was at odds with him?

He's not a simp; he didn't offer any emotional value.

Finally, Yang Xian returned to his original spot and sat down to rest.

Meanwhile, in Ye Huairou's mind, the words her teacher had once said kept echoing.

"Huairou, you have great talent, but you are too arrogant and don't know how to keep your sharp edge hidden."

"Remember, there are always people more capable than you, and there's always something beyond your understanding. With your personality, you're likely to suffer a great loss when you go out into the world."

Back then, she was young and full of youthful vigor, confidently replying, "No way! Within our realm, no one can rival me!"

The teacher just smiled helplessly and patted her head.

"You'd better keep winning..."

It turns out the teacher was telling the truth.

The taste of losing... is definitely not pleasant!

After a while, Ye Huairou finally came to her senses.

She silently picked up the large bow from the ground, got up, and landed next to Yang Xian.

"You... what level are you at?" Ye Huairou clenched her small hands, lowering her head as she asked:

"Your lightning magic... I've never seen it before, what's it called?"

"It feels even more refined and domineering than the Jiang family's 'Thunder Prison Demon Suppression Technique'!"

"..." Yang Xian glanced at her. "Why should I tell you?"

"I……"

Ye Huairou was speechless for a moment.

Yes, why would he tell me?

This is not a school, and he is neither his classmate nor his teacher.

Techniques and lineage are the secrets of martial artists, and the other party has no reason to answer them.

Because she was too impatient, Ye Huairou didn't consider these things at all, and thus lost her manners.

Her cheeks flushed instantly, partly from embarrassment and partly from anger.

Just then, the guild leader Lei Zhi walked over, his bag filled with a bunch of glittering magic cores.

"Senior, these are your spoils of war: a total of twenty-seven first-realm magic cores, sixteen second-realm magic cores, and one third-realm Wolf King magic core. Please keep them safe."

There are a total of forty-four magic cores.

Some of the monsters were picked up by others.

Lei Zhi knew that Yang Xian had won the bet with Ye Huairou, so he included the latter's share in the bet as well.

This made Ye Huairou, who was already unhappy, even angrier.

I put in so much effort, and it all went to this stinky old man!

Thank you for your trouble.

Yang Xian would never count them himself; that would be too low-class.

After taking it, he glanced at it briefly and then casually weighed it in his hand.

That way he'll seem... uh, more professional?

"senior!"

Lei Zhi tentatively spoke up, "You just used your special skill, so you must have expended a lot of energy. Would you like to rest here for a while? We're not in a hurry, we can wait for you."

Upon hearing this, the surrounding martial artists all nodded in agreement.

"Yes, senior, safety first!"

"It's okay if we wait!"

"No rush..."

Normally, tour groups leaving the city would never stop to wait for just one person.

After all, everyone is in a hurry, so why should the whole team wait for you?

But now, no one objects.

Yang Xian once again proved with his strength that rules are made for the weak.

The strong are the rule themselves.

Adjusting your breathing?

Yang Xian muttered to himself.

I can't even learn the most basic breathing techniques from the official sources, so what kind of breathing exercises am I supposed to do?

Before the system gave me the breathing techniques, I'm afraid I'll never be able to regulate my breathing in this lifetime...

"No need, let's move on."

Yang Xian responded calmly.

That's a true master!

You don't even need to adjust your breathing after a fight!

Lei Zhi felt even more awe, and then turned to look at Ye Huairou beside him.

"Emperor Ye...Miss, you've put in a lot of effort, wouldn't you like to rest?"

This young girl is not as good as Yang Xian.

But she single-handedly shot down more than twenty Black Wind Wolves, so her strength should not be underestimated and she deserves respect as well.

Ye Huairou glanced coldly at Yang Xian beside her and let out a soft snort.

"snort!"

"If he doesn't use it, then naturally I won't!"