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

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Shaoqing moved.

"Flowing Cloud Sword Technique - Clouds Roll and Unfold!"

With a shout, he suddenly thrust out his longsword.

It must be said that this sword technique is extremely appealing.

The sword trembled, creating visible cyan ripples in the air. Combined with the spotlights from the top of the stadium, it resembled swirling clouds and mist, making every frame wallpaper-worthy.

The longsword, like a serpent spitting its tongue, deliberately strikes from tricky angles, but just before it touches its target, it suddenly changes direction, leaving behind a series of dazzling afterimages.

"So handsome!!"

"This is the Flowing Cloud Sword Technique! It's so beautiful! I want to take a screenshot!"

The cheers from the stands erupted once again.

However, Zhang Xuan, who was at the center of the Sword Network, appeared unusually calm.

He walked with an extremely strange gait, looking unsteady and swaying like a drunkard.

Strangely, no matter how gorgeous or swift Zhang Shaoqing's sword moves were, the tip of his sword could only glide past Zhang Xuan's Taoist robe, never even touching a thread.

Swish!Swish!Swish!

Amidst the myriad sword shadows, Zhang Xuan was like a slippery eel.

"Ouch, that was a good move, it almost cut my bangs."

"Dude, is your sword unsharpened? It's so limp. Did you skip dinner?"

While dodging, Zhang Xuan kept talking trash.

Zhang Shaoqing became increasingly anxious as he fought, fine beads of sweat appearing on his forehead, and his foundation began to flake.

This is completely different from the script he had envisioned!

According to the script, his opponent should be overwhelmed by his dazzling swordplay, ultimately losing in amazement and becoming a backdrop to highlight his heroic figure.

But now... why does he look like a ghost?!

"Is all you can do to hide?!"

Zhang Shaoqing roared, raised his longsword high, and unleashed his inner energy.

"Take this move—Flowing Clouds and Flying Sleeves!"

This sword strike was a "killer move" that he had specially practiced for the exhibition match.

It sacrificed 70% of its lethality in exchange for extreme speed and visual effects.

With a single thrust of his sword, the sword energy transformed into a shower of blossoms, blocking all of Zhang Xuan's escape routes.

"Hiding? Who said I was hiding?"

Zhang Xuan suddenly stopped.

He looked at the sword energy that rained down like flowers, and a cold, extremely mocking smile appeared on his lips.

"I am simply confirming one thing."

"To confirm if you're really... that bad."

next second.

Zhang Xuan casually tucked the broken peach wood sword under his arm.

Slowly raise your right hand, spreading your five fingers.

Om-!

A dazzling golden light shone in his palm.

That wasn't special effects or lighting.

That was pure, highly refined Qi!

The Golden Light Mantra of Longhu Mountain!

"All that fancy stuff, get lost, you Taoist priest!"

Zhang Xuan didn't use any fancy moves; it was just a simple, unadorned slap.

He slapped the countless sword shadows hard.

Snapped--! ! !

A crisp, resounding slap, so loud it echoed, instantly drowned out all the noise in the room.

The rain of flowers exploded on the spot.

That seemingly sharp sword energy was as fragile as a soap bubble in the face of this slap.

The golden hand, ignoring all defenses, struck Zhang Shaoqing's handsome face with precision and solidity.

"puff!"

Zhang Shaoqing was as if he had been hit by a speeding dump truck, and he spun wildly in the air like a top for 720 degrees.

A few blood-stained teeth, mixed with foundation and saliva, drew a tragic parabola in the air.

boom!

Zhang Shaoqing slammed heavily onto the ring, cracking the specially made floor.

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone gaped, their eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

The glow sticks fell to the ground with a "clatter".

This...that's it?

That handsome young master, who seemed like an immortal, was slapped away.

"You...you dare slap me in the face?!"

Zhang Shaoqing struggled to his feet, covering his rapidly swelling left cheek, his eyes filled with shock and resentment.

His hair was a mess, his eyeliner was smudged, half his face was swollen like a steamed bun, and one of his contact lenses was crooked.

"A slap in the face?"

Zhang Xuan chuckled, rubbed his hands together, and approached step by step.

You're overthinking it.

He lunged forward, grabbed Zhang Shaoqing by the collar of his expensive training uniform, and lifted him up.

"This humble Taoist priest is giving you physical plastic surgery!"

Snapped!

"This slap is because your damn eyeliner is crooked! My OCD can't stand it!"

Zhang Xuan slapped him again with his backhand.

Snapped!

"This slap is because your turn just now was too affected! So greasy!"

Zhang Shaoqing was so dizzy from the beating that he was about to fight back.

However, he discovered that his internal energy was being suppressed by a domineering golden energy, and he couldn't mobilize it at all.

Snapped!

"This slap is because you wasted so much hairspray! It's not environmentally friendly!"

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

On the ring, rhythmic "slap slap" sounds rang out, sending chills down everyone's spines.

Each sound was accompanied by Zhang Shaoqing's scream and a "deformation" of his face.

In just ten seconds.

That elegant and handsome man in ancient style has completely disappeared.

Now, it's a standard pig's head, swollen at both ends, bluish-purple in the middle, and with its eyes squinted into slits.

"Waaaaah... Stop hitting me... I was wrong..."

Zhang Shaoqing finally broke down, crying and begging for mercy incoherently.

Forget about idol image and senior demeanor; at this moment, they all went to hell.

"That's wrong? That's pointless."

Zhang Xuan stopped, still not quite done, and disgustedly wiped the foundation off his hands on Zhang Shaoqing's body.

"Remember this from now on: when you practice martial arts, practice properly and don't get into those fancy tricks."

"In real combat, no one will wait for you to get into position before they start."

"besides……"

Zhang Xuan patted Zhang Shaoqing's face, which was swollen like a pig's head, and smiled like a devil.

"Remember to use waterproof eyeliner next time. It's all smudged from crying, it looks awful."

After saying that, he kicked out and landed a kick on Zhang Shaoqing's butt.

"Get out of here!"

Zhang Shaoqing screamed and flew out of the ring in a perfect parabola.

Unfortunately, it landed right at Li Yanfeng's feet below the stands.

Li Yanfeng lowered his head.

Looking at the "pig-headed" person at his feet, whom even his own mother wouldn't recognize, the muscles in his face twitched wildly, and his usual composed smile completely crumbled.

Although I knew Zhang Shaoqing would be defeated, I didn't expect him to lose in such a humiliating way.

On the arena.

Zhang Xuan picked up the peach wood sword from the ground, straightened his somewhat disheveled Taoist robe, and gave a standard Taoist bow to Li Yanfeng, who was staring in disbelief below the stage.

That face was filled with innocence and honesty.

"Dean Li, you flatter me."

"Your senior is truly admirable. He went to such lengths to help me win, even sacrificing his dignity. I deeply admire his selflessness!"

puff!

Li Yanfeng felt a tightness in his chest, and almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

Murder and kill!

This guy is so damn ruthless!

The entire stadium remained deathly silent; you could hear a pin drop.

The girls who had been screaming wildly just moments before were now deathly pale as they stared at the still convulsing "pig's head" on the ground, their beautiful fantasies shattered.

What kind of immortal being is this? What kind of male god is this?

Faced with absolute power and the "big brute force," it turns out to be so fragile and so ridiculous.

"Hey, Old Li."

Just then, Mo Daozi, who had been sitting on the side watching the show, suddenly sighed.

He waved his folding fan, pointed at Zhang Xuan on the stage, and said to Li Yanfeng with a pained expression.

"That's where you're wrong."

"Our two schools exchanging ideas, isn't that a sacred thing?"

"How could you send up someone like this...something who's all show and no substance?"

"Are you looking down on Huayang Martial Arts University? Or do you think our genius classmate's brothers and sisters are only fit to fight against this kind of trash?"

Mo Daozi paused, his tone suddenly turning cold, and a powerful aura belonging to a veteran expert was subtly released, enveloping the entire area.

"If this is all the Wuhan University of Technology in Beijing is capable of..."

"Then I don't think there's any need to hold this so-called friendly match."

"After all, we're here to exchange martial arts skills, not to act out your romantic drama!"

Li Yanfeng's face was ashen, his fists clenched so tightly that his nails dug deep into his flesh.

He looked at the smirking Taoist priest on the stage, then at Lin Xiao beside him, who, though silent, had an indifferent look in his eyes.

A strong sense of unease suddenly rose in my heart.

These freshmen from Huayang Martial Arts University...

It seems they really weren't here to gain prestige.

They're here to... cause trouble!

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