Even blind box hunters don't choose their partners? I got Su Daji from my blind box!

Just then, the performance on the stage reached its climax.

Zhang Shaoqing's eyes narrowed, and he twirled his longsword in an extremely complex sword dance while uttering a soft shout.

"break!"

A pale blue sword aura flew out.

It flew about three meters before disintegrating, as weak as if it had just let out a fart.

But the burly man opposite him seemed to be struck by a heavy hammer. He screamed and flew backward more than ten meters, crashing heavily onto the edge of the ring.

He struggled to spit out the blood packet he had already prepared, and shouted in grief and indignation.

"Senior's swordsmanship is divine! I've lost! I admit defeat wholeheartedly!"

"Whoosh—!!!"

The entire audience erupted in cheers and thunderous applause.

Zhang Shaoqing gracefully sheathed his sword, took out a silk handkerchief from his bosom, and gently wiped away non-existent sweat from his forehead.

Then he waved to the stands, triggering another wave of screams.

Huayang Martial Arts University was completely silent.

Ye Chen held his sword, his brows furrowed, as if he had seen something dirty, his eyes filled with "bad luck".

Bai Ling yawned widely, idly playing with the poisonous spider on her finger, clearly finding the ants on the roadside more interesting than she had just seen.

Nalan Qing pushed up his glasses, the lenses reflecting light.

"According to the data model, the energy fluctuation of that sword strike just now wouldn't even kill a chicken. I give that burly man's acting a zero; it was too fake."

Li Yanfeng ignored him, turned around, and looked at Lin Xiao with a sly smile, like a smug old fox.

"What do you think, genius?"

Before Lin Xiao could answer, Li Yanfeng pressed his advantage, his voice suddenly rising and spreading throughout the venue through the loudspeaker.

"Students! Quiet down!"

The entire stadium fell silent instantly, and tens of thousands of eyes turned to the stands.

"Today, we are honored to have the recently rising star Lin Xiao, the 'genius' of Huayang Martial Arts University, and several other peerless prodigies grace us with their presence and guidance!"

Li Yanfeng pointed at Lin Xiao, a hypocritical smile on his face, revealing his true intentions.

"Young Master, while your moves were quite good, they were probably child's play in the eyes of a divine being. Why don't you ask the divine being for a few pointers today?"

"It will also broaden the horizons of us students who have never seen the world, and let us see what a true mythical genius is!"

boom!

A stone stirred up a thousand waves.

Zhang Shaoqing's eyes lit up on the arena. He pointed his long sword at the stands and stared intently at Lin Xiao, his eyes filled with eager fighting spirit.

Rise to power by stepping on "gods"!

This is his script for today!

If he wins even one or two moves, he'll be trending on social media tomorrow!

"Lin Xiao, please enlighten me!"

Zhang Shaoqing spoke loudly, his demeanor still outrageously elegant; this "green tea" remark was absolutely perfect.

The gazes of the entire audience instantly shifted to one of amusement, provocation, and anticipation.

This is an open conspiracy.

It was also a blatant attempt to force someone out of office.

Lin Xiao looked down at the self-satisfied "showpiece" below and was about to take a step when a hand suddenly pressed down on his shoulder.

"Brother Lin, don't move."

Zhang Xuan approached without anyone noticing, a lewd and excited smile on his face, his peach blossom eyes gleaming with a green light, like a hungry wolf eyeing a little lamb.

"These show-offs who practice martial arts just to look cool are practically my destined nemesis..."

Zhang Xuan licked his lips, pulled out a tattered peach wood sword from behind his back, which even had teeth marks on it, and chuckled.

"Why use a sledgehammer to crack a nut? This fish egg situation... let me handle it!"

"Today, I'm going to teach him a lesson in the harsh realities of society!"

……

Inside the stadium, spotlights flashed wildly, and dry ice spray hissed.

Zhang Shaoqing lightly touched the ground with his toes, and his whole body soared into the air like a white crane spreading its wings, turning 720 degrees in mid-air.

This move has absolutely nothing to do with actual combat; it's purely to demonstrate waist strength.

The moment he landed, his clothes fluttered, and his longsword swirled into a flower larger than a washbasin, its tip pointing diagonally at the ground.

His chin was precisely raised at a 45-degree angle, revealing a profile that had been meticulously calculated and was hailed as the "ceiling of the Chinese entertainment industry."

"Aaaaaah! Brother Shaoqing, kill me!"

"Those legs! That waist! That face! This is the young swordsman of my dreams!"

"I want to have your monkeys! A whole mountain of flowers and fruits!"

The girls in the stands went completely crazy, waving their glow sticks into a sea of ​​light, and the roar almost lifted the dome of the stadium.

In contrast, Zhang Xuan's appearance was extremely hasty.

He dragged his tattered peach wood sword, its hilt still wrapped in transparent tape, and slowly made his way onto the arena like an old man who had just woken up.

As he walked, he shamelessly slipped his hand inside his Taoist robe to scratch an itch.

He looked exactly like a fortune teller who had just crawled out from under a bridge and hadn't even opened for business yet.

The students from Huajing University in the audience burst into laughter and boos.

"That's it? This is the top disciple of Longhu Mountain?"

"Looking like that, you think you're worthy to fight our Shaoqing brother?"

"Get down! Don't dirty our brother's eyes!"

Faced with the overwhelming ridicule, Zhang Xuan not only didn't get angry, but instead cheerfully blew a kiss in the direction of the loudest boos.

His cheeky demeanor almost made several girls so angry they needed oxygen on the spot.

In the center of the arena.

Zhang Shaoqing looked at the lazy Taoist priest in front of him who had no demeanor of a master, and a hint of disdain flashed in his eyes.

But he quickly adjusted his expression, putting on a warm and friendly "business smile," and slung his longsword behind his back, displaying the demeanor of a great general.

"Junior Zhang Xuan."

Zhang Shaoqing's voice, delivered through a miniature microphone in his collar, resonated throughout the venue. It was magnetic, gentle, and carried an air of superiority.

"Although you are a top disciple of the old master, you are still a freshman and lack practical experience."

"Today's sparring will end when we've reached our limit. As your senior, I will suppress my cultivation level to the same level as yours and give you a three-move advantage."

As he spoke, he turned slightly to the side and made a "please" gesture, displaying an elegant demeanor and embodying the word "broad vision" on his forehead.

"Whoosh—!"

The applause of the audience was thunderous.

"Look! This is the style of a prestigious university!"

"Brother Shaoqing is so gentle! I love him so much!"

Zhang Xuan picked at his ear, blew on his fingers, and looked at Zhang Shaoqing with a sincere expression.

"Dude, your foundation...it's a bit cakey."

The entire venue fell into a deathly silence.

Zhang Shaoqing's smile froze, and the corners of his mouth began to twitch uncontrollably.

Zhang Xuan ignored him, pointed at Zhang Shaoqing's face, and said with great distress.

"Really, it's very obvious. It's not even the same color as your neck; the color difference is too big."

"And your eyeliner, you know it's crooked? It's thick on the left and thin on the right, making your eyes look very uneven."

"puff……"

On Huayang Martial Arts University's side, Bai Ling couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Zhang Shaoqing took a deep breath, veins bulging on his forehead, almost causing his foundation to crack. He gritted his teeth and lowered his voice.

"Zhang Xuan! This is a martial arts arena, please have some self-respect! Don't waste your breath with words!"

"I have great self-respect."

Zhang Xuan spread his hands innocently.

"I'm just giving you professional advice. We're here to fight, not to debut as a group. If you keep doing this, your makeup will be ruined when the fight starts, and you'll look terrible. People who don't know better will think I'm bullying a woman."

"You're asking for it!"

Zhang Shaoqing could no longer keep up the act.

The shame of being exposed in public for his "carefully disguised" act instantly broke him down.

"Since you won't listen to reason, then don't blame me for being ruthless!"