My Arrogant Young Lady

"The Aurora Bat Princess. She possesses superior Fusion Stage strength," I said, glaring hatefully at the girl on the stage.

"Useless!" The girl disdainfully stepped off the stage after glancing at my angry eyes.

"Damn it, I'm going to kill you!" I said, pointing at the girl with hatred.

However, the girl completely ignored me. Instead, she walked back to Wang Yu's side, picked up her phone, and said, "What's going on with Zhuque's disciple? Why haven't we seen him yet?"

"Just a lowly apostle under the Four Heavenly Kings, he's of no use here." Wang Yu saw the host call his name and appeared on stage as a black shadow.

Opposite Wang Yu, Yang Yuan's junior brother, Yang Jin, was already waiting on the stage. Upon seeing Wang Yu appear, Yang Jin immediately frowned. "Wang Yu, even if you are the most talented among our younger generation, I am still not afraid of you."

"Tong Jialing'er. Bi Fang, come on stage."

Because there were so many people auditioning, we set up five large arenas in the center of this ancient city. One in the middle, and one on each of the four cardinal directions. Wang Yu and Yang Jin are already preparing for their duel, while others have already decided their winners. They've started calling Tong Jialing'er and Bi Fang to the stage.

"Wang Yu wins!" In the short time it took to glance at Tong Jialing'er and Bi Fang, we saw Yang Jin spitting blood and flying down.

Before Yang Jin even landed, Yang Yuan caught him. Having already witnessed Wang Yu's terrifying strength, Yang Yuan immediately held Yang Jin and said, "Little brother, are you alright...?"

"Brother, he crippled most of my martial arts. You must avenge me!" Yang Jin glared hatefully at the terrifyingly powerful Wang Yu, tears of sorrow streaming down his face.

"Get him some medicine. Heal his wounds," Wang Yang said.

"Yes." This martial arts tournament was organized by the Three Heroes of Mount Shu. Seeing that Yang Jin was injured, the kind-hearted man was reluctant to give him the pills. But since the patriarch had spoken, the kind-hearted man had no choice.

He quickly came down and fed Yang Jin the antidote, which saved Yang Jin most of his strength. However, it would probably be difficult for him to recover his martial arts skills in two or three years.

"Thank you." Yang Yuan glanced at the kind-hearted boy who had fed his younger brother the pill and said with a complicated expression.

"Of course." The kind-hearted man didn't bother to talk to him and went straight back to the stage.

"Tong Jia Ling'er, I am no match for you." After exchanging more than a dozen blows, Bi Fang finally conceded defeat, her face turning pale. Both were skilled swordsmen, but Tong Jia Ling'er's swift swordplay left her defenseless. Had Tong Jia Ling'er not deliberately let her win, Bi Fang would likely be a corpse by now.

"It was just a friendly spar. None of us are a match for Wang Yu." Tong Jialing'er said expressionlessly as she stepped down from the stage.

"Big Cousin, you're amazing!" I said, grabbing Tong Jialing'er's arm as soon as she returned.

"Don't touch me." Tong Jialing'er looked at me angrily.

"No," I said.

"..." Although Tong Jia Ling'er seemed annoyed with me, she actually had feelings for me too. It was just because of Xi'er that Tong Jia Ling'er deliberately treated me colder than others.

"I'm not feeling well, I'm going back." Seeing how intimate I was with Tong Jialing'er, Bi Fang almost burst into tears.

"Brother, your Officer Bi is jealous," Wang Che said, tugging at my clothes.

"Huh?" Only after hearing Wang Che's words did I realize that I had neglected Bi Fang.

Looking at Bi Fang's dejected figure, an indescribable feeling welled up in my heart. Then, I thought for a moment, let go of Tong Jialing'er, and said, "Victory and defeat are common in war. What's wrong with us losing? In the upcoming round of 32 and round of 16 finals, we will always encounter our own people and be eliminated by our own people. Bi Fang is too proud. I'll go and talk to her."

"Wang Xi, the heir of the Wang family, is facing off against Nie Xiaohai, the son of the Sword God Nie Feilong."

Just as I was about to go and persuade Bi Fang, someone on the south side suddenly called out my name and Nie Xiaohai's name.

"It's starting so soon?" I was startled when I heard the host call my name. Then, I became incredibly nervous.

"Brother Hai, relax. Wang Xi isn't as strong as you yet; he's only a little short of reaching the mid-stage of the Fusion Realm." A group of young masters from prominent families quickly massaged Nie Xiaohai's shoulders and back.

"But he's a master of formations. Mental attacks are the bane of us martial artists." Nie Xiaohai was so nervous he could hardly breathe.

"Don't be afraid, use your Gale Blade Technique to kill him. The key is to not give him a chance to set up an array. You can definitely defeat him." A large group of aristocratic scions hurriedly told Nie Xiaohai.

It's October now, and the weather is slightly cool. I am Wang Xi, the heir of the Wang family, and Nie Xiaohai is Nie Xiaohai, the son of the Sword God. One is a scion of a top-tier family, and the other is the only son of an unparalleled master swordsman. We stare at each other, both of us feeling an indescribable tension.

"Wang Xi, you didn't seem to sleep well last night? Did you drink and play games?" Nie Xiaohai said nervously, his face pale, as he gripped his precious sword.

"You too?" I was slightly surprised to see that Nie Xiaohai looked unwell.

"I only slept for two hours, I'm not feeling very well today," Nie Xiaohai said.

“Me too, I slept for three hours, only an hour more than you,” I said.

"What game are you playing?" Nie Xiaohai asked me.

"The Bear Alliance, what about you?" I asked.

"A primary school student's honor," Nie Xiaohai said.

Chapter 338 The Next Audition

One is a master at the mid-stage of the Fusion Realm, and the other is close to it. Even among the most outstanding disciples of the entire Chinese martial arts world, we are both among the best in this ancient city of Jiangnan. Both of us have the ability to advance to the top 32, the top 16, or even the top 8 and the final showdown.

For a master like Nie Xiaohai, the preliminary rounds of the martial arts tournament were nothing to worry about. There were over five hundred participants, mostly god-level experts, with very few surpassing even the highest level. Even if he encountered someone above the god level, his father's superb swordsmanship would allow him to easily defeat them.

But he never dreamed that he would encounter a master like me in his very first battle. He is the son of the Sword God Nie Feilong. How could he possibly be eliminated in the first round?

But because he played games all night last night, he wasn't in good shape today. He wasn't confident about playing against someone of similar skill level like me.

On this side, my thoughts were similar to Nie Xiaohai's. Because I hadn't slept enough last night, I was struggling to breathe and my nerves were on edge. Before the battle even began, I was already drenched in sweat from the bright sunshine. How could I possibly compete with the son of the Sword God in this state? If I lost the very first round of the martial arts tournament's preliminary rounds, wouldn't I be stuck watching the show until the very end?

"I was planning to play one game last night and then go to sleep, but I ran into a noob and lost. I wasn't happy about it, so I played another game, and then I ran into another noob and lost again. Now, I've dropped from Platinum to Gold. That game is addictive; it made me play all night. If I'd known I was playing against you today, I would have gotten a good night's sleep last night and been fully rested." Nie Xiaohai's forehead was gradually beaded with sweat. He looked at me warily as he spoke.

Hearing Nie Xiaohai's words, I couldn't help but glance at my father. My father knew what kind of person Nie Feilong, the "Sword God," was; many legends about him circulated in the martial arts world, but the two had never had a chance to fight. The Sword God was a pinnacle of swordsmanship. His son, only twenty-two years old, was already a mid-stage Fusion Realm expert. Just one glance at Nie Xiaohai's strength was enough to tell that his father was not someone to be underestimated. And Nie Xiaohai was even slightly stronger than me; I might lose.

Thinking of this, my father looked at me with an apologetic gaze.

"I guess I just don't have enough self-control. As soon as I heard my dad was planning to play video games, I went with him. I'm so ashamed. Every time I get really drunk, I swear to myself that I'll never drink again. But yesterday, I drank a whole case of beer with my dad again. Ugh, I feel terrible right now. If I had known I'd meet you, I definitely would have slept well last night," I said.

"I'm so tired I can barely breathe." Although Nie Xiaohai is a mid-stage expert in the Fusion Realm, he's used to staying up late and sleeping in. Even though his physical body is strong, his mental state is still very poor.

"I'm sweating before I've even started," I said.

"This is too much. I'll never play games again, no matter what. Playing games is too harmful," Nie Xiaohai said.

"Sigh, this is getting in the way of important matters." I actually hit it off with Nie Xiaohai at first sight and couldn't bear to fight him.

While we were chatting, several groups of contestants had already changed sides in the other arenas. But the most anticipated match at that moment was the duel between two strong fighters, Nie Xiaohai and me.

Nie Xiaohai and I both had a chance to make it to the finals. The first round of our auditions would determine who would be eliminated, something neither of us wanted. But unfortunately, one of us was eliminated in the very first round.

"Long Yuansheng of the Long family!" "Long Yunsheng of the Long family!" "Murong Yanran of the Murong family wins!"

As the winners were determined once more on the surrounding arenas, Long Yuan leaped up from one of them. He then looked at me and Nie Xiaohai, exclaiming in surprise, "Those two haven't even made a move yet?"

"They didn't make a move, but they might have," said one of the victorious scions of a powerful family.

"What do you mean?" Long Yuan asked.

"I heard that Wang Xi, the heir of the Wang family, is skilled in formations and likes to use mental power to attack enemies. And the two of them have been standing there for a long time, so it's probably because the heir Wang Xi has already used mental power to attack Nie Xiaohai."

"Is that so?" After hearing the man's words, Long Yuan looked at us, who were still motionless.

"Runtu wins!" "Wang Che wins!" "Wang Huan wins!" "An Yao wins!" "Yang Yuan wins!"

"Black Dragon, are you alright?" When Black Dragon was defeated, everyone immediately surrounded him and asked.

"Yang Yuan's speed is too fast; he didn't give me a chance to use the Rain of Pear Blossom Needles at all," Black Dragon said, frowning as he looked at Yang Yuan, who had just won.

Yang Yuan completely disregarded the Black Dragon, merely glancing at me and Nie Xiaohai before saying, "It's been almost an hour, and those two still haven't fought?"

"They should be fighting already. I heard Wang Xi has used a formation," said Long Yuan, who seemed to understand something but was quite impressed.

"Hmm?" Yang Yuan frowned slightly upon hearing Long Yuan's words. Then, he thought to himself, "He actually managed to fight Nie Xiaohai for an hour to a standstill. It seems Wang Xi isn't as simple as I thought. If Wang Xi wins, I'd better be careful."

"Wang You wins!" "Wang Xiaojiu wins!" "Liuli wins!"

When a seemingly innocent and cute girl slammed a muscular man to the ground, creating a large crater, Liuli immediately appeared in the audience and exclaimed in surprise, "Brother, hasn't he hit him yet?"

"They fought, and it was a very intense fight," everyone said to Liuli.

"Really?" Liuli was surprised after hearing everyone's words.

"Uncle, did Brother Xi really fight with Nie Xiaohai? Nie Xiaohai's mental strength is so strong. Brother Xi used an array to attack him for a long time but still couldn't defeat him," Xiao Haoren said to Wang Yang.

"Hehe..." After hearing Xiao Haoren's words, Wang Yang looked awkwardly at Leng Yan beside him.

"There aren't many people who haven't decided who's the winner yet?" Leng Yan sighed helplessly and asked Xiao Haoren.

Upon hearing Leng Yan's words, Xiao Haoren immediately looked at the list in his hand. After only a rough count, Xiao Haoren said, "There are still over a hundred people left, right?"

"Okay." After hearing Xiao Haoren's words, Leng Yan instantly vanished into thin air. Wang Yang, who was beside her, knew that Leng Yan was no longer interested in the two of them, so he returned to the inn.

One hour, two hours, and then the third hour passed. Sweat poured down my forehead, and Nie Xiaohai, pale-faced, swayed uncontrollably.

All I could hear was the enthusiastic cheers from the audience; everyone was sweating so much! I sighed, thinking to myself, "What are Nie Xiaohai and I doing? We're just not in good shape and feeling terrible. We're both almost collapsing." But we absolutely had to decide the winner; neither of us wanted to be eliminated. So we just stood there quietly, facing each other, neither daring to make the first move, afraid of giving the other an opening.

"Do you smoke?" I thought for a moment. Suddenly, I pulled out a cigarette from my pocket.

"Give me one," Nie Xiaohai said.

"Here!" I tossed the cigarette to Nie Xiaohai and lit it myself. Then, I tossed the lighter I was holding to Nie Xiaohai as well.

"It's a gold-plated lighter, they're really rich." After glancing at the brand of the lighter, Nie Xiaohai tossed it back to me.

"Are you always sleepy?" I asked after thinking for a moment.

"Yeah, my head is throbbing like it's going to explode," Nie Xiaohai nodded.

"Me too, I feel really awful. Why don't we stop fighting for now and just lie down on the ground and get some sleep?" I said.

"Brother Xi, we actually thought of the same thing!" Nie Xiaohai said to me with great joy and gratitude.

"Go to sleep." I nodded. Then I lay down on the floor.

"Okay." Nie Xiaohai also lay down on the ground.

"Were those two really fighting the whole time?" someone in the audience, who couldn't hear us clearly, asked when they saw Nie Xiaohai and me lying on the ground.

"Probably, they were all so exhausted they were practically dead, lying on the ground," said a scion of a prominent family in the audience.

"Then why are they offering each other cigarettes and smoking? And why is Nie Xiaohai lying on the ground playing on his phone?" Long Yuan asked in surprise.

"This..." The young master from the aristocratic family was a little confused after hearing Long Yuan's words.

"Heh, what a despicable person. He's actually afraid of being eliminated in the first round, so he's trying to stall for time." Li Bihui sneered disdainfully from below the stage.

"Let's go back to the inn." After waiting for us for three hours without seeing the two of us fight, Wang Yu finally lost his patience.

"Wang Yang's son is so cunning," said the Yin-Yang Master A-San beside Wang Yu in a sinister tone.

I was probably too tired. Lying on the floor, I found myself unable to fall asleep. Glancing at Nie Xiaohai lying across from me, playing on his phone, I couldn't help but ask, "Xiaohai, aren't you going to sleep?"

"A little while, I usually play on my phone before bed," Nie Xiaohai said leisurely, lying on the floor with his legs crossed, while playing on his phone.

If I were to ambush him now, I could definitely kick him off the stage. But now I'm the Emperor of the Wang family, my word is law, and I can't use such despicable means against him. As for Nie Xiaohai, he's an honest and trustworthy person. We've already agreed to rest, so he definitely won't hit me.