My Arrogant Young Lady

"You're sick." I glanced at Bi Fang helplessly and walked straight to the car parked outside.

Thinking about the increasing number of women around me, I thought, "Forget it. How many wives I end up marrying is up to fate."

Chapter 336 Showdown

Three days passed in the blink of an eye. When news of the martial arts tournament organized by Father spread, not only did outstanding figures from ancient sects like Yang Yuan and the Second Miss of the Murong family arrive, but many unknown individuals also flocked from all directions. Even foreign masters from the surrounding areas of China came to compete for the title of the world's number one martial arts master. The winner would lead everyone against Oda Seiji, and would also receive a top-grade Spirit-Nourishing Pearl, a divine weapon—the Cheng Ying Sword—and ten billion in assets as event funds from Father.

Fame, elixirs, divine artifacts, and wealth—these things drew them in. In just three days, the entire ancient city of Jiangnan attracted hundreds of young masters.

This ancient town in Jiangnan was originally a place where ordinary people lived. Later, because the town was too beautiful and charming, it was bought by a businessman for a large sum of money and turned into a tourist area. Now, the entire ancient town has been taken over by the father. Although there are no ordinary tourists, there are quite a few martial arts masters gathered in the town. Because these martial arts masters are rich and generous, the shops in the town have made a fortune as a result.

The martial arts tournament is about to begin in an hour. Wang Che, standing beside me, glanced at the numerous experts gathered in the small town and frowned slightly. "How come even a low-level god-level expert has been attracted? How annoying."

"Good boy, how many experts have signed up?" The father was not angry, but smiled as he looked at the crowd of people in the ancient city.

"Reporting to Uncle. Originally, Brother Xi only found a little over a hundred young masters, but because your prize is so generous, it has attracted some more masters of the upper-level God rank and above. In addition, many masters of the lower-level God rank have also come to try their luck, and so far, more than five hundred people have signed up," Xiao Haoren said respectfully.

"Very good. Now that we have a formidable enemy at hand, the more helpers the better. Quantitative change leads to qualitative change. So what if Oda Seiji is about to become an immortal? As long as I have money, I, Wang Yang, can find a million henchmen and still kill him in the street." The father sneered.

"Hehe, Uncle Shi has always been a legend among our younger generation. Killing Oda Seiji is a piece of cake for him." The good-natured man immediately smiled obsequiously.

"It'll start in an hour. Go and prepare the lottery for the registered participants, and let them draw lots in a bit," the father said.

"Yes." The little good boy nodded quickly.

"Brother Xi, are you alright?" Wang Xiaojiu looked at me with some concern.

"It's nothing." My face was slightly pale, and I couldn't help but doze off in a chair. These past three days, my dad has really worn me out. I spent two whole days and nights at the internet cafe, and I'm so exhausted that my face is deathly pale. I only slept for a morning yesterday before joining everyone in organizing the martial arts tournament. Last night, my father took me to the internet cafe until after 2 a.m., and then we had a big drinking session. I didn't go to bed until after 5 a.m., and now I'm up at 8 a.m. preparing for the martial arts tournament.

Even if I were a master above the gods, I couldn't endure this. Right now, my eyes are red and swollen, and my head is throbbing terribly. I don't want to do anything except sleep.

"You're really useless. You can't even stay up all night. How are you going to fight Oda Seiji?" Seeing that I was so sleepy that I was about to slide off the chair, my father glanced at me and frowned.

"..." If he weren't my dad, I would definitely be cursing right now.

"Wang Xi, the heir of the Wang family, will face Nie Xiaohai, the son of the Sword God Nie Feilong." After I drew my own fortune stick, a young man opposite me who drew his own fortune stick was also slightly taken aback.

Instantly, all the young masters in the lottery area looked at us in surprise. Wang Huan, also slightly surprised, looked at me and said, "Brother Xi, how come you're so unlucky? You drew Nie Xiaohai, the son of the Sword God Nie Feilong, on the very first draw?"

"Who is Nie Xiaohai?" I asked in surprise.

"The Sword God Nie Feilong is an unparalleled master in our China. Legend has it that he single-handedly defeated thirty-two renowned masters in the martial arts world, but finding invincibility too lonely, he simply sheathed his sword and retired. In the past ten years or so, feeling bored, the Sword God Nie Feilong has devoted himself to training his son. This Nie Xiaohai has already received the true teachings of the Sword God Nie Feilong and is now a master of the Fusion stage," Wang Huan said.

"Then wouldn't that be the same as me?" I exclaimed in surprise.

"Besides, martial arts aren't about who's the strongest. Our strength level depends on the level of our internal energy. In a real fight, it's our martial arts technique that matters. Like me and An Yao, even though we're only high-level Divine Realm experts, if we encounter a stronger enemy, I can take them down with poison, and An Yao can kill them with a bomb. That Sword God's son, Nie Xiaohai, has unparalleled swordsmanship; he can even hold his own against stronger enemies. Brother, you're going to fight Nie Xiaohai later. Don't underestimate him." Wang Huan looked at me with sympathy.

"Is it really Nie Xiaohai?" Wang You walked over, picked up my slip of paper, glanced at it, and frowned slightly.

"Brother You, our elder brother is having bad luck," Wang Huan said helplessly.

“Indeed…” Wang You glanced at Nie Xiaohai, who was just as surprised as I was, and looked at me with a sympathetic gaze.

"Brother Hai, are you alright?" The young men from the powerful families around Nie Xiaohai all felt he was unlucky to be drawn in the first round. They were all supposed to make it into the top 32, but now one of them was going to be eliminated in the very first round.

"What skills does Wang Xi possess?" Nie Xiaohai's face paled slightly.

"A formation," said a member of a prominent family.

"Formation? That's the unique skill of martial arts masters Leng Yan and Han Xin. Mental attack. It's our martial arts' natural nemesis. It seems I must use the Gale Blade Technique passed down from my father to force Wang Xi to not have time to set up an formation and defeat him as soon as possible," Nie Xiaohai said.

"Yeah, Brother Hai, and look at Wang Xi, he's reeking of alcohol. He's already participating in the martial arts tournament, and he was still completely drunk the day before. He must have some other trump cards up his sleeve, otherwise he wouldn't be so confident," a scion of a powerful family kindly reminded him.

"Holy crap, I fucking drew Yang Yuan!" On the other side, the black dragon suddenly widened his eyes.

"The Black Dragon of the Wang Family?" Holding the fortune slip in his hand, Yang Yuan, the strongest expert of the Shu Mountain Sword Sect, revealed a strange smile. Then, he looked at me with an arrogant expression.

Having already reached the mid-stage of the Fusion Realm, Yang Yuan's eyes were sharp. He glanced at the lot in my hand and immediately saw Nie Xiaohai's name.

"Nie Xiaohai, son of the Sword God Nie Feilong? Heh, interesting. It seems some fame-seeking individuals will be eliminated in the very first battle," Yang Yuan said arrogantly.

"Kid, don't be so arrogant. I'll take you down in the very first battle for Brother Xi!" Black Dragon roared in fury.

"Black Dragon, here's one of my Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needles. This Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle is an enhanced version of a hidden weapon modified by my master, capable of fighting against masters above the gods." Wang Che secretly slipped a small box into Black Dragon's hand.

Upon touching the small box Wang Che had given him, Black Dragon was overjoyed. "Big sister, it's all settled!"

"Fuck you, Black Dragon, you touched my future wife's hand." Young Master Bao immediately showed an annoyed expression when he saw Black Dragon's hand accidentally touch Wang Che.

"Fuck you, young master. Is that your future wife's hand? Wang Che, she's my future wife." Wang Che was too beautiful; after only a short time with her, Heilong fell for her instead.

"This Indian is shady. What the hell is this?!" A low-level god-level expert suddenly exclaimed from the side.

"Miyamoto Ichisaku? How come another Japanese guy has appeared?" another mid-level god-level expert exclaimed.

"Wang Yu?" When Yang Jin, one of the Three Heroes of Shu Mountain, drew a lot, his expression changed upon seeing the name on it.

"What? Wang Yu? The seventh son of the Wang family, the most talented martial artist in the world today?" Upon hearing Wang Yu's name, a large group of people were immediately shocked.

If I were to lead everyone against Oda Seiji, then many might be dissatisfied. But if it's Wang Yu, I think there wouldn't be many objections.

At the age of fifteen, he became a master above all gods; such abnormal talent is probably possessed by only one person in the entire martial arts world.

Wang Yu.

Wang Yu inherited half of his father's bloodline and half of the Oda clan's bloodline, giving him terrifyingly high talent. Now, he has further obtained powerful genes from Oda Seiji. In just one year, he has broken through his limits once again. At sixteen, he is already a master of the Heartbeat level.

A difference of just one level in martial arts skill can represent a world of difference between martial artists. It's like a middle school student fighting an elementary school student—could the elementary school student possibly be a match for the middle school student?

The situation we're facing now is that my father, a middle school student, is leading a group of elementary school students and a group of kindergarteners to fight against a university karate club champion. Just thinking about Oda Seiji's terrifying strength sends chills down my spine.

And now, Wang Yu is the middle school student among us elementary school students. His strength is arguably the highest among us. Upon seeing Wang Yu's name, everyone immediately began searching for him. Almost everyone knew of Wang Yu's reputation, and everyone couldn't help but look for his figure in the crowd.

"Bi Fang, versus Tong Jia Ling'er."

"Lu Zhicheng will face Li Bihui."

Soon, more voices came from the lottery supervisors. At the same time, a large group of powerful figures suddenly surged towards us.

Sensing the immense aura of a powerful figure emanating from the crowd, we couldn't help but look in that direction.

Opposite us, an arrogant young man was walking towards us. Beside him were four god-level Naruto ninjas, two sword saint-level samurai, a god-level Yokozuna, a god-level Onmyoji, and a girl at the peak of the Fusion stage.

As they walked towards us, the sky over the entire ancient city of Jiangnan seemed to change color because of them. The sky darkened for a moment, and when the boy reached me, he gradually smiled. "Brother, I hope I can see you in the final showdown."

"So you've finally lured him out?" A solitary middle-aged man suddenly appeared beside Wang Yang.

"Leng Yan, your apprentice is probably going to run into a tough opponent this time." Glancing at the middle-aged man beside him, Wang Yang couldn't help but light a Daqianmen cigarette. Sweat gradually trickled down his forehead…

Chapter 337 Nie Xiaohai

"Ah San is the dark one, he wins!" As soon as a god-level expert stepped onto the dueling platform, and after only two seconds of eye contact with the middle-aged man opposite him, whose face was covered in white makeup and who held a folding fan, the god-level expert couldn't help but spit out blood. Then, he was helped off the dueling platform by the crowd.

"That Indian's dark spiritual power is too strong. I actually saw a young man with a ghostly face spreading his wings and waving a gale at me. My martial arts are ruined. He ruined my martial arts..." Helped off the dueling platform by the crowd, the young generation's god-level master couldn't help but shed tears.

He was a low-level god-tier expert. Although his strength wasn't much in this ancient city of Jiangnan, he was considered one of the top experts in his own city. However, the Onmyoji opposite him possessed the strength of a high-level Fusion stage cultivator. Mental attacks are the bane of martial artists; how could he possibly be a match for that Onmyoji? Thinking of how his martial arts, which he had painstakingly cultivated for over twenty years, had been destroyed in an instant, he was so heartbroken that he almost committed suicide.

"Good boy, give him the healing pills from my Wang family. Now that he's taken them, he should be able to preserve his power." Sitting in the head seat, Wang Yang couldn't help but frown slightly.

"Yes!" Upon hearing Wang Yang's words, the kind-hearted boy hurriedly ran off the stage for the divine-level expert's pill.

"Brother, are you alright?" Seeing that his martial arts skills were crippled in less than two seconds, I couldn't help but walk over to him and ask.

"I'm feeling better." After swallowing the pill given to him by the kind-hearted man, the divine-level expert immediately felt a powerful spiritual energy protecting his heart meridian. Opening his eyes, he wiped away the tears on his face and looked at us gratefully, "Young Master, thank you. Our Hai Sha Gang owes your Wang family a favor. If there's anything we can do to help, our Hai Sha Gang will go through fire and water, even at the cost of our lives."

“It’s okay,” I said.

"Heh, this Onmyoji is shameless. Although his face is covered in white makeup and his age can't be seen, he must be over sixty years old, right?" Tong Jia Ling'er appeared beside me and said coldly, looking at the Onmyoji.

"Big Cousin!" I was instantly excited after just one glance at Tong Jia Ling'er's stunning beauty.

It turned out that my older cousin was used to being alone. After we got separated at the Tai Chi headquarters a year ago, she didn't rush to look for us and simply returned to China alone. Upon arriving back in northern China, she discovered that Xuanwu and Wutian Hell had already taken over the Ye family. Just as she was about to intervene, Leng Yan covered her mouth. A year ago, Leng Yan was only a master in the Fusion stage. While he could severely injure Xuanwu, Wutian Hell, and Aurora by himself, he would also pay a heavy price. Seeing that he was too late, and that Wutian Hell hadn't bothered the Ye family, Leng Yan simply gave up. Fearing that Tong Jia Ling'er might do something foolish and die, he kept her by his side, teaching her martial arts and taking her to places where spiritual energy gathered to cultivate.

Tong Jia Ling'er was already exceptionally talented, and in the blink of an eye, she had become a mid-stage Fusion Realm expert. In particular, after learning the Cold Swallow Quick Sword technique, Tong Jia Ling'er could now wield her sword with the speed and power of a storm.

"Wang Xi, thank you for saving our Ye family." Seeing the joy in my eyes, Tong Jialing'er remained as cold as frost. Aside from a slight flicker in her eyes, she showed little other emotion.

"Then why aren't you thanking me?" While the people around weren't looking, I secretly pinched her little bottom.

"Wang Xi, you're asking for death!" A chilling aura suddenly erupted from Tong Jialing'er's body, and a swift sword slashed towards me.

"Holy crap, you've gotten this strong already?" I'm almost at the mid-stage of the Fusion Realm, but I'm not even at that stage yet. Just one glance at Tong Jialing'er's fast sword, and I was completely stunned.

As the sword was about to strike my neck, even drawing blood from my skin, Tong Jialing'er angrily turned the blade around. "Wang Xi, do you really think I won't kill you? Don't blame me if I accidentally fail!"

"You can't bear to kill me." I smiled.

"Get away!" she snapped, her eyebrows furrowing in anger. Tong Jialing'er shoved me hard.

"I'm not leaving." I grinned mischievously and grabbed Tong Jialing'er's arm tightly.

It's been a year since I last saw my older cousin, and she's become even more beautiful. Seeing her now, I just want to stick to her all the time.

"Wang Yang, is your son the same way?" Seeing me, the heir of the Wang family, fawning over a girl, Leng Yan couldn't help but frown.

“This girl is quite nice, much prettier than Bi Fang and Wang Xiao Jiu. My son has good taste.” However, Wang Yang, who was next to me, completely ignored him. Instead, he looked at Tong Jialing’er with delight.

"Sigh, if only Brother Xi could treat me like that." Wang Xiaojiu sighed softly from the side.

"Lu Zhicheng versus Li Bihui." The announcer's voice suddenly came from the side of the arena.

Hearing that Lu Zhicheng had entered the arena, we quickly looked over. We saw Lu Zhicheng leap lightly onto the platform, which was more than a meter high. He smiled when he saw us and said, "Wang Xi, see you in the final of the top 32."

"Hehe, you're quite confident." On the other side, a girl with slightly dark skin and bright eyes appeared on the stage.

Although the girl was dark-skinned, she possessed an indescribable beauty and spirit. Especially striking was her demeanor; every gesture exuded a regal air. This girl was Wang Yu's companion. One glance at her, and my expression changed drastically.

"Lu Zhicheng, he's going to lose!"

"A little aurora?" Wang Yang smiled when he saw the girl.

"She's from Aurora?" Upon hearing Wang Yang's words, Xiao Haoren immediately frowned.

“Li Bihui, a descendant of the Li dynasty, daughter of Prince Li Zaijian. The bat of the aurora borealis is her.” The father smiled.

"What? So she's the Aurora Bat? Then, Lu Zhicheng, he..." Upon realizing this, the little good-natured man was immediately shocked.

But it was too late for him to warn Lu Zhicheng. Lu Zhicheng had already made his move, unleashing a barrage of punches towards Li Bihui. Li Bihui merely smiled disdainfully, then swiftly transformed into a giant black bat-like shadow. Lu Zhicheng was then sent flying with a resounding thud.

Lu Zhicheng. He was just as unlucky as me. In his very first battle, he encountered the Aurora Princess, who was using the alias Li Bihui.

"Zhicheng, are you alright?" Me, Wang Huan, Heilong, and Young Master Bao quickly caught him. Seeing Lu Zhicheng spit out a mouthful of blood, we all frowned.

"That girl, how could she be so amazing?" Lu Zhicheng's face turned pale as he looked at the proud girl on the stage in astonishment.