My Arrogant Young Lady

"I'm going to sleep now," I said to Nie Xiaohai.

"Oh no. Now that you've said that, I'm even less able to sleep," Nie Xiaohai said.

"..." After hearing Nie Xiaohai's words, I simply ignored him. I closed my eyes and thought about my thoughts for a while before gradually drifting off to sleep.

When I woke up, it was already late at night. Opening my eyes, I saw that the entire martial arts arena was deserted. Nie Xiaohai was still leisurely lying on the ground playing on his phone. His phone was connected to a power bank, apparently given to him by one of his men. Seeing that I was awake, Nie Xiaohai immediately said with delight, "You're awake?"

"You haven't slept at all?" Seeing that Nie Xiaohai hadn't attacked me, I felt much more favorably toward him.

"I fell asleep, and then I woke up again. Are you hungry? Should I have my Nie family's chef prepare some food and drinks and send them over?" Nie Xiaohai asked me.

"Okay." I nodded quickly.

"Wait for me." After Nie Xiaohai finished a game, he called the chef.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye. Standing at a distance from the arena, Xiao Haoren said to Wang Yang, "Uncle, three days have passed in a flash. These two, Brother Xi and Nie Xiaohai, are either bragging, drinking, or playing games together. The people waiting for the next round of the martial arts tournament are getting impatient. Should I go and urge them?"

"Go and urge them." Wang Yang also seemed impatient, not expecting his son and the son of the Sword God to be so slow.

A minute later, the good Samaritan ran back quickly. Wang Yang frowned and asked, "How did it go? When are they going to fight?"

"Uncle, they said they have to wait a little longer. Because their strengths are evenly matched, and they are both afraid of being eliminated in the first round of the preliminary selection, neither of them dares to make the first move. If this continues, even if Oda Seiji and the others finish fighting the Twelve Golden Knights, they probably won't be able to finish. How will our martial arts tournament select the number one expert to lead everyone?" Little Good Guy said helplessly.

"Go ask everyone what they think, see what they're thinking," Wang Yang said, taking a deep breath.

"Uncle, everyone's idea is to ignore them both and move on to the next audition. We'll see how they fare after that," said the kind-hearted boy.

"Alright, the next round of auditions starts tomorrow. It looks like it's going to rain, so send a tent over to those two. They've been in the ring for three days, they've had a tough time..."

Chapter 339 Sixty Gold Medals

"Sixth Miss Wang, Liuli wins!" When the arena beneath Yang Zhong, one of the Three Heroes of Shu Mountain, was shattered by a young girl's punch, Yang Zhong, now with nowhere to land, leaped high into the air. Suddenly, a dark figure swiftly appeared above him and slammed him down with a single punch.

"Fifth Young Master of the Wang Family, Wang Yousheng!" With a simple gesture of opening his right hand, a beam of black light erupted from Wang Yousheng's palm. This was the release of true energy, a level only masters above the level of gods could possess. A young man before him coughed up blood and was then violently sent flying off the arena.

"Wang Huansheng, the fourth young master of the Wang family!" Just as a young man drew his broadsword, preparing to strike Wang Huan, the young man suddenly turned black and knelt on the ground. With a slight smile, Wang Huan walked over, took out the antidote, and put it into the young man's mouth.

"Miss Wang, Wang Chesheng!" Seeing a dense barrage of cold light shooting towards him, a young man with no way to dodge immediately jumped off the stage. Then, he awkwardly bowed to the crowd. Looking at Wang Che with admiring eyes, he said, "As expected of the third young lady of the Wang family, you are captivating and enchanting. Even your martial arts are undeniably superior. If you have time tonight, would you be so kind as to invite Miss Che'er to dinner? It's not far from Mingzhu City; I've reserved a table at the most upscale Western restaurant there."

"I'm busy." Wang Che smiled upon hearing the young man's words.

"Alright, I won't give up." The young man nodded after hearing Wang Che's words.

“Miss An, An Yao wins!” With a twist of her arm, An Yao immediately slammed the young man to the ground.

"I'm impressed, Miss An is indeed amazing." The young man stood up and shook his almost broken arm.

"Wang Yusheng, the leader of the Black Dragon Society!" A young man shot out like an arrow, smashing a large hole in a distant house.

"Quickly, save him!" Seeing that Wang Yu had almost killed the other person with a single move, everyone could only glare at Wang Yu with hatred, but none of them dared to speak out.

Compared to the preliminary rounds of the first martial arts tournament, this second tournament was much more intense. Many top-tier masters who came hoping to try their luck were defeated, leaving only truly skilled fighters.

But the second martial arts tournament wasn't over yet, as there were still two pairs of competitors on the arena. One pair was me and Nie Xiaohai, who were currently playing a game together enthusiastically. The other pair were our imitators; they were evenly matched and both wanted to advance to the next round of preliminary rounds. So, they followed our example and chatted and slept together.

However, after two days, the two contestants couldn't take it anymore. Spending two whole days confined to the ring under the open sky, they both felt like they were going crazy. They glanced at me and Nie Xiaohai, and immediately gave us a thumbs up, saying, "Brother Xi, Brother Hai, we're impressed. Five days in the ring, just for your willpower, we admit defeat."

"What's so special about that? I was adrift at sea for seven whole days. Damn it, I didn't even have any water. I was scorched by the sun during the day, and the icy seawater at night was freezing me to death. And the sea breeze was so strong it practically turned me into jerky." I said with a smile, lighting a cigarette.

“Brother Xi, you’re really pitiful, but I’m not much better off than you. My father wanted me to become a master, so when I was five years old, he threw me into the primeval forest and left me there for a whole month. If my father hadn’t come looking for me, I would have turned into a gorilla’s son by now,” Nie Xiaohai said.

"Sigh. We're both in the same boat. We finally had the chance to meet, and now we're being turned into enemies who eliminate each other," I sighed.

“Brother Xi, I also feel like we’ve known each other for ages. How about we become sworn brothers?” Nie Xiaohai said to me immediately after hanging up the phone.

"Okay, bring the wine!" I said heartily.

"My son and your son have been on the stage for five days?" When the swordsman Nie Feilong arrived, he frowned upon seeing the two young men on the stage swearing brotherhood.

Nie Feilong, the Sword God, stands 1.92 meters tall, his body as strong as an iron tower. A deep scar on his face makes him appear ferocious and ruthless. His son, on the other hand, is only 1.75 meters tall. His face is often pale, his figure thin, and he appears quite timid.

Seeing that his son, fearing elimination in the first battle, had chosen to befriend Wang Yang's son, the Sword God Nie Feilong was so angry that the muscles on his face twitched uncontrollably.

"A master at the Heartbeat level? The name of the Sword God is indeed extraordinary." Wang Yang smiled after only sensing the aura of power emanating from Nie Feilong.

“If we have time, the two of us could have a match,” Nie Feilong said.

"I'm available anytime," Wang Yang said with a smile.

"Greetings, Senior Nie, Uncle Shi, Brother Xi, and the imitator of Nie Xiaohai has already admitted defeat. Shall we continue to the next round of auditions?" the kind-hearted person asked.

"Let's move on to the next round." Wang Yang said helplessly, looking at Wang Xi and Nie Xiaohai, who had just become sworn brothers.

In the first round of auditions, half of the more than 500 masters were eliminated, leaving over 200. In the second round, half of the remaining 200 were eliminated again, leaving over 100. The third round of auditions will determine the top 64 masters of the martial arts tournament. These 64 will be the top 64 masters in the future martial arts world. Therefore, this third round of auditions will be even more brutal.

To ensure the prestige of the top 64 martial arts masters, the competition wasn't a one-on-one contest. Instead, Wang Yang, the head of the Wang family, personally scattered 64 gold medals throughout the ancient city of Jiangnan, where over a hundred masters would scramble for them. The competition lasted from noon until nightfall. Whoever held a gold medal would become one of the top 64.

"You bastard, stop wasting time on that stage! Get down here and grab that gold medal to get into the top 64!" Nie Feilong scolded Nie Xiaohai, who was still playing on his phone on the stage, with a look of exasperation.

"Yes." Upon hearing Nie Feilong's words, Nie Xiaohai hurriedly ran off the stage and nodded obsequiously.

"Alright, let's go down and try to win the gold medal," my father said, frowning as he glanced at me.

"Okay." I quickly ran down from the stage.

However, as soon as I ran off the stage, the eliminated contestants immediately complained about the unfairness and even questioned my father's authority, suspecting that he was biased.

Hearing the complaints of the eliminated masters, An Yao's gaze immediately turned cold. She then coldly looked at them and said, "To become the number one martial arts master, besides strength, luck, composure, and strategy are also crucial. My Wang family's Black Dragon and Lu Zhicheng were unlucky to encounter Yang Yuan and Li Bihui. What can we say about their bad luck? Besides my brother Wang Xi coming up with such a clever method and Nie Xiaohai preventing their opponents from being eliminated, who among you thought of that? Even if some of you imitate them, who among you can stay on the stage for five days like my brother and Nie Xiaohai?"

"Heh, my brother is close to the mid-stage of the Fusion Realm. Nie Xiaohai is a mid-stage Fusion Realm expert. If any of you are not convinced, just go and challenge them. But swords have no eyes, and if you get killed, I, Wang Huan, will not be responsible." Wang Huan sneered.

"This..." Everyone was speechless after hearing Wang Huan's words.

"Enough. This martial arts tournament is only to select the top martial arts master of the younger generation. The so-called top 64 masters do not necessarily mean they will be among the top 60 in the martial arts world in the future. In terms of strength, who among you can compare to me, Leng Yan, Tong Jia Lao Gu, and the Sword God Nie Feilong? Can you compare to your sect leaders or family heads? We are selecting the top martial arts master. There will only be one champion, not a runner-up. You have all lost; you are simply not cut out to be the top martial arts master. If you are not skilled enough, go back and train for a few more years. What is there to complain about? Moreover, this martial arts tournament will not be a waste of your time. After it ends, my Wang family will give each of you a commemorative prize of ten million. Just relax and watch them compete," said Wang Yang, the head of the Wang family.

"The Wang family is indeed generous..." After hearing Wang Yang's words, the eliminated experts no longer had any complaints.

"Alright, I'm going to start handing out the gold medals now. Get ready to grab them." After putting sixty gold medals into a bag, Wang Yang tossed the bag high into the air in front of all the remaining experts.

As the bag flew into the sky, Wang Yang immediately struck it with his inner energy. A burst of black light erupted, followed by the bag exploding with a deafening roar.

Then, the sixty-four gold medals emitted a golden light, rushing towards every corner of the ancient city in Jiangnan.

"We, the Black Dragon Society, want one of these gold medals!" Upon seeing a gold medal still emitting a golden light in the sky, a Naruto ninja immediately jumped up in Japanese.

The Naruto was incredibly fast; as he leaped into the sky, he vanished into thin air. Then he reappeared, grasping a golden light in his hand.

But just as he grasped the gold medal, a bald, young novice monk suddenly appeared above him. With a slight smile, the novice slammed him away with a single palm strike. At the same time, the gold medal fell into the novice's hand. As the novice landed, his entire body radiated a dazzling golden light. Then, the novice smiled and said, "Amitabha, how could a spot in China's top 64 fall into the hands of a mere ninja from the overseas Black Dragon Society?"

"It's that little Arhat from Shaolin. It's said that he's only twenty-one years old, yet he's already a master in the mid-stage of the Fusion Realm." The onlookers were all shocked to see the young novice monk defeat a ninja in the early stage of the Fusion Realm with a single palm strike.

Knowing that this young novice was a mid-stage expert in the Fusion Realm and difficult to deal with, everyone only glanced enviously at the gold medal in his hand after it fell into his hands before rushing to grab the other gold medals. Wang Yu also gave the young novice a cold look, a disdainful smile on his face, "Little monk, I'll give you a chance to enter the top sixty-four." Then, he quickly disappeared into thin air.

"Brother Xi, this time we'll have to compete based on our true skills. If I snatch a gold medal before you, you can't be angry," Nie Xiaohai said as we searched for the gold medal side by side.

"Xiao Hai, so what if I win the gold medal and give it to you? With our strength, winning a gold medal would be as easy as taking candy from a baby for us!" I laughed and lit a cigarette.

"Huh?" As he spoke, Nie Xiaohai looked in surprise towards a corner. At that moment, a gold medal was shining brightly before our eyes.

"A gold medal!" Three young men also ran over quickly from the other side. But when they saw us, they immediately stopped and looked at us warily.

"Hehe, we thought it was someone else, but it turns out to be Wang Xi and Young Master Nie who advanced by cheating." After looking at us warily for a moment, the three of them immediately laughed disdainfully.

“We call this a strategy, what do you know?” Nie Xiaohai frowned slightly after hearing what the three of them said.

"Strategy? What's the use of strategy? Can strategy put food on the table? If you're so capable, show us your real skills!" Hearing Nie Xiaohai's words, the three men laughed disdainfully again.

"Fine, then I'll show you my true strength!" Seeing that the three dared to mock him, Nie Xiaohai immediately drew his treasured sword.

As he swung his precious sword, the chilling blade energy instantly transformed into a giant blade tens of meters long. A massive flash of cold light appeared, and the row of ancient houses behind the three men was instantly sliced ​​in two.

"..." Finally witnessing Nie Xiaohai's strength, the faces of me and the other three turned pale...

Chapter 340 Showdown of the Top 32

As night fell, we all stood before Wang Yang, gold medals in hand. Sixty-four top fighters remained. In the coming rounds, we would face truly formidable opponents. We might even encounter our friends and family.

“Come on, let’s draw lots now. No matter who you draw this time, you can’t cheat.” My father said to me.

"Brother Xi, I'm fully recovered this time. If I draw your name again, I definitely won't hold back." Nie Xiaohai took a deep breath and reached into the lottery box.

“Me too,” I said.

I took a deep breath, and Nie Xiaohai and I simultaneously reached into the box. When we took out the fortune slips, many people present couldn't help but gasp.

"Nie Xiaohai will face off against Young Master Bao," said the kind-hearted man, glancing at the card in Nie Xiaohai's hand.

"Wang Xi, the match..." Little Good Guy's expression changed slightly as he glanced at the draw card in my hand. At that moment, the expressions of many others present also changed slightly.

Nie Xiaohai and I are both capable of advancing to the finals. Unless we draw a particularly strong opponent, our opponents are doomed.

"An Yao!" the kind-hearted girl said, taking a deep breath.

"Huh?" After hearing what the little good guy said, An Yao took the sign from my hand and glanced at it. Seeing that it was indeed me, An Yao gave a helpless smile. "Brother, I won't go easy on you."

"Me too." I gently hugged An Yao.

What incredibly bad luck! This time I actually drew my own sister.

"Wang Yu, facing off against Sakamoto Ichikawa."

"What? It's actually one of my own subordinates?" Wang Yu glanced at the card he had drawn and smiled helplessly.

"Li Bihui, versus Long Yuan."

“This…” Long Yuan frowned slightly as he glanced at the noble and beautiful girl not far away.

"Ruri, fight against Yokozuna Daizan."

"Hmm?" The sumo wrestler next to Wang Yu deliberately glanced at the petite Liuli.

"Wang Huan will face off against the eldest son of the Bai family."

"Damn it!" Young Master Bai's face turned ugly as he glanced at the lottery ticket in his hand.

"Runtu, fight against the young master of the Kong family."

"Hehe..." Runtu smiled as he looked at the token in his hand.

They're all strong, and many of us already know each other. None of us know who we'll be drawn against. Now, the fierce elimination among our own people is finally about to begin, and we all have to accept our fate. Even if we don't meet any of our own people in the top 60, we'll definitely meet them in the top 32 or 16.

That evening, we all gathered in the ancient city to rest and recuperate. Looking at the ancient city, which had been battered and ravaged during the day in the struggle for the gold medal, Wang Yang couldn't help but sigh and say, "This martial arts tournament is really expensive. After this one, I will never hold such an expensive martial arts tournament again."

As dawn broke, at nine o'clock the next morning, our new competition officially began. Because this competition pitted the top sixty-four fighters against each other, and each of the thirty-two battles was incredibly exciting, the format was one-on-one duels. These duels took place in the very center of the ancient city of Jiangnan, on a platform over three meters high. Those who were injured to the point of inability to fight, knocked off the platform, or surrendered were considered losers.