My wife is a reborn big boss

Jiese and Ye Qingxuan quickly comforted Wu Qiong: "Brother Wu, calm down, calm down, there's nothing we can do about it."

Wu Qiong sighed: "Then how do I explain it? I don't know any of their moves."

"The main problem is that they're fighting too fast, so no one can see clearly. We just need to keep the atmosphere from getting too tense," Ye Qingxuan explained.

The audience members nodded in agreement. They found the three people's crosstalk performance quite interesting, and they figured the martial arts contest was just for fun.

Anyway, those who actually watch the martial arts competition can understand it themselves.

Wu Qiong was momentarily speechless: "Then could you two explain a passage so I can learn from it?"

Jiese smiled confidently: "Amitabha, then Brother Wu, just watch."

While they were arguing, the two on the field had already exchanged several blows.

Ye Qingxuan frowned and said, "Lu Sanyou's attacks are like a raging storm, and Zhao Xiling is like a small boat in the tempest. Master, how can she break through his defenses?"

Jie Se pondered for a moment and said, "Although Zhao Xiling seems to be in grave danger, she is actually incredibly steady. She still needs to try her best to keep the pace under her control."

Ye Qingxuan then asked, "How should we control it?"

"She still needs to be more patient, and make full use of the width of the field. She still needs to learn to read the game," said the abstinence expert slowly.

Ye Qingxuan raised his voice slightly: "As Lu Sanyou's offensive weakened, Zhao Xiling's counterattack came at just the right time, and the situation has reversed."

He asked, "Master, how should Lu Sanyou deal with this now?"

Jie Se said in a deep voice, "He's at a disadvantage now, so he needs to step up his game. I think he needs to focus on strengthening his offense while also paying extra attention to his defense. And Zhao Xiling, who currently has the advantage, can't let her guard down either; she needs to be extremely focused."

Ye Qingxuan sighed, "Then this competition will be very difficult."

Jiese laughed and said, "That's right, this competition is a test for both sides. At this point, it's a contest of willpower and the ability to seize opportunities."

He took a sip of water, turned around and smiled, "Brother Wu, have you learned it?"

Wu Qiong stared in disbelief: "..."

After talking for a long time about abstaining from sex, Wu Qiong felt as if he hadn't said anything at all.

Is that you, Teacher Xu? Aren't you going to commentate on football anymore?

Wu Qiong snapped out of his daze and shook his head, saying, "I can't learn it, I can't learn it. I'll just stick to the normal explanation."

Suddenly, a sparse clapping sounded from the audience. Wu Qiong and his two companions turned around and saw that the outcome of the match had already been decided.

Lu Sanyou sheathed his longsword, clasped his hands in a respectful bow, and sighed, "My skills are inferior; I humbly admit defeat."

Zhao Xiling nodded: "Well played."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Wu Qiong spoke up quietly, "Did you two see how they decided the winner?"

Ye Qingxuan, bewildered, said, "No..."

Jiese smiled and said, "Don't worry about the details. Come on! Let's start commentating on the next match!"

"Alas......"

The audience booed loudly.

"Ahem." Wu Qiong pretended not to hear: "The next match is Ximen Ji versus Ji Deyuan. What are your thoughts on this match?"

"Ji Deyuan is a master ranked sixty-fourth on the Human Ranking. His lightness skill and acupoint striking ability are truly superb! Therefore, this humble monk is more optimistic about Ji Deyuan." Jie Se calmly analyzed.

"Not so," Ye Qingxuan retorted. "In my opinion, Ximen Ji should be a skilled swordsman. Although I don't know why he abandoned the sword for a saber, he was able to escape unscathed from Brother Wu, who was once ranked 100th on the Human Ranking and is now ranked 10th. He must have some outstanding abilities... Therefore, I am optimistic about Ximen Ji."

Wu Qiong smiled but remained silent.

He would never reveal that Ximen Ji had been defeated by him with a single, casual sword strike.

Abstinence from pornography: "Since that's the case..."

"Wait a moment." Ye Qingxuan interrupted him, suddenly remembering something: "Ahem, our sect has already set up various betting odds for this competition at the entrance of the arena. Friends who wish to place bets, please proceed to the arena gate in an orderly manner to place your bets with our sect's Master Ziyang."

Wu Qiong whispered, "Brother Dao, you guys are involved in spinach?"

Ye Qingxuan smiled wryly and said, "It's my master's request, there's nothing I can do about it."

Jiese scratched his bald head, looking suspicious, and asked, "Then your master wouldn't have manipulated the competition, would he?"

"I don't think so..." Ye Qingxuan hesitated. "At least the results of the competitions featuring outside contestants wouldn't be manipulated."

Wu Qiong sighed. Sure enough, Master Ziyang's heart was black as well.

"Alright, the match is about to begin." Jie Se steered the conversation back on track: "Hmm? Ji Deyuan is quite a handsome young man. Speaking of which, I have a question. Zhao Xiling was stunningly beautiful in the last match, but there wasn't much cheering from the crowd? That doesn't make sense."

Wu Qiong explained to him, "Master, you don't understand. The venue is so big that spectators with average internal strength or who don't understand internal strength can't see the faces of the fighters at all. And those who can see the faces clearly are focused on the strength, not the appearance."

The person who was abstaining from pornography immediately understood, and he began by asking, "So?"

Wu Qiong laughed and said, "So when female contestants come out next, we need to focus on introducing their appearance."

Perfect match!

clap clap clap!

The audience erupted in applause, seemingly in agreement with Wu Qiong's words.

"Alright, let's get back to the competition." Ye Qingxuan steered the increasingly off-topic conversation back on track: "Ji Deyuan is known as 'Light Soul Walker,' so his lightness skill must be exceptional."

Jie Se continued, "Ximen Ji didn't use a knife in this match, but a sword. Judging from his movements, he must have been agile and nimble."

Wu Qiong summarized: "In short, this will be a fierce battle. Alright! The match begins! Ximen Ji strikes first, using a 'Salted Fish Thrust'! So fast! Let's see how Ji Deyuan responds! Ji Deyuan, he..."

Before Ji Deyuan could react, Ximen Ji's longsword was already at his neck.

"Alas......"

The uninformed onlookers in the audience booed loudly.

Those martial artists who could understand the situation all wore solemn expressions.

"That Simon is incredibly fast!"

Jie Se frowned slightly: "Brother Wu, Taoist priest, did you understand? How could he be so fast!"

Ye Qingxuan said softly, "I feel that he must have used some kind of secret technique to instantly double his speed. But such a technique may be harmful to his body."

Wu Qiong, a master of the Innate Realm, agreed, "Brother Dao is right. I didn't expect Ximen Ji to have already touched the edge of 'Unity of Heaven and Man'. His attribute should be lightning. Just now, he instantly borrowed a trace of lightning power to stimulate himself, instantly doubling his speed. But with his current cultivation of 'Great Perfection of Acquired Realm', it must have put a heavy burden on his body. This move probably cannot be used for a long time."

"The power of lightning..." Jie Se pondered for a moment before speaking, "As far as this humble monk knows, the master whose innate attribute is lightning is... the seventh-ranked 'Thunder Sword Saint' Ximen Chui! Ximen Ji shares the same surname as him, also uses a sword, and possesses the same lightning power... I wonder what their relationship is?"

"Ximen Ji took his wife and children far away; he must have had his reasons," Wu Qiong laughed. "We don't need to pry; after all, who in the martial world doesn't have a past?"