My Arrogant Young Lady

The girl spoke loudly, attracting the attention of many customers. An Yao frowned upon hearing the girl's voice, "Brother, that girl's voice sounds so familiar. Her arrogant personality is so annoying."

"Hmm, I feel a strong sense of 'loser' vibes." I frowned slightly.

However, when the girl across from me got up, picked up her bag, and walked out of the hair salon, I looked at her face reflected in the huge glass window opposite her, and I felt as if I had been electrocuted.

is her……

Chapter 342 Wang Che VS Ritaro

“Think carefully about what she just said. For example, what’s the name of the company they’re working with, and what’s the name of her own company?” By the time I chased her out onto the street, the girl had already hailed a taxi and left. Watching the car get further and further away, I went back to the barbershop and handed the barber a wad of cash.

Seeing my wad of cash and glancing at my clothes, the hairdresser's eyes lit up. Then, after a moment's thought, he said, "From the moment she arrived until she left, her phone kept ringing. The company she works for is huge and very famous. I remembered it as soon as she mentioned it. The cosmetics company is the largest in Jiangnan, and it's been selling very well lately; it's called LOVE. The company she works for is called LL Group."

"Brother, didn't she go abroad?" An Yao saw her too and said with a slight frown.

"I don't know if she's gone abroad, but I'm sure it's her. LL Group. After I deal with Oda Seiji, I'll go find her myself." Just thinking about her arrogant voice and the familiar figure I just saw made me tremble with excitement.

To my surprise, I ended up seeing her here.

The night passed quickly. By the next day, we had returned to the ancient city of Jiangnan. Although it was only the final battle of the top 32, the competition had become incredibly intense due to the large number of top players.

In just one match, it was a duel between Wang Che and Ritaro, a ninja expert under Wang Yu. Wang Che's forte was hidden weapons, while the ninja was skilled in assassination and also proficient in hidden weapon techniques.

When Wang Che appeared on stage with her ethereal beauty, she attracted a large crowd of fans to cheer her on. Some of Wang Che's ardent admirers even held up banners and shouted from below the stage, "Che'er, I love you, I am your forever fan."

"Che'er, you will definitely win." A young master from a prominent family ran up to the stage and presented Wang Che with a large bouquet of flowers.

"Thank you." With a smile, Wang Che held the flowers given to her by the young master of the aristocratic family.

"Wang Che, we love you. Wang Che, kill that Japanese islander and make China proud!" Just one glance at Wang Che's stunningly handsome face, and the fans in the audience shouted again.

"Ignorant Chinese." Seeing Wang Che's imposing presence immediately overwhelm him, Ritaro couldn't help but clench his fists.

"start!"

As soon as the host shouted "Start!", he immediately ran offstage. After all, the final round of the top 32 was a battle between the strongest, and he was just a low-level god-level expert. He didn't want to be mistakenly killed on stage.

Facing the chilly autumn wind, Ritaro gradually squinted his eyes. As a gust of cold wind swept by, Ritaro vanished into thin air and launched his attack on Wang Che.

"It's started!" Because it was my sister who was competing, Young Master Bao and Black Dragon were all holding their breath for Wang Che. Beside me, Runtu glanced at my hair, which was wrapped in a headscarf, and said, "Brother Xi, what happened to your hair?"

"Nothing much?" I've already dyed my hair white, and right now I could practically be called a fashion icon. But I don't want to reveal my new look so soon; I plan to show off my handsome white hair when I fight Nie Xiaohai.

As for An Yao, she had already dyed her hair a bluish-black. In the sunlight, her hair appeared slightly bluish, but when the sunlight was off, it looked even blacker than normal black hair.

Looking at her gothic dress again, I was almost mesmerized by her latest hair color.

"An Yao dyed her hair black." Wang Huan was also a little surprised to see that An Yao had dyed her hair white.

"Does it look good?" An Yao seemed a little nervous.

"You're so beautiful, I'm totally smitten." Wang Huan hugged An Yao and gave her a handsome kiss on her long hair.

Because of his inferiority complex, Wang Huan once felt that the whole world looked down on him. His heart was filled with resentment and hatred. But more than two years have passed, and Wang Huan is no longer so insecure. He has begun to love us in his heart and regards us as his closest family.

Meanwhile, many people had already alerted Wang Che when Ritaro disappeared into thin air. Wang Che, dressed in a long black dress, looked alluring and beautiful. She merely sniffed the rose in her hand before pulling out a flower and tossing it away. As the rose flew out with the speed of an arrow, Wang Che smiled and struck at the rose in mid-air with her palm.

Instantly, the entire stage was covered in flower petals. Though the flowers were beautiful, in Wang Che's hands they could kill. Wang Che only possessed the strength of a high-level god, but using hidden weapons as a means of killing, she was on par with experts above the gods. In fact, she was no less formidable than a mid-stage Fusion Realm expert.

As petals filled the sky, Ritaro appeared swiftly from the air. He could already sense that the petals were imbued with Wang Che's true energy; even falling leaves and flying blossoms could kill. Ritaro quickly drew his katana and began to wield it rapidly.

Sparks flew everywhere, and many people in the audience couldn't help but gasp. Those seemingly ordinary flowers, in Wang Che's hands, could be transformed into deadly hidden weapons.

"Do you like them? If you do, I'll give them all to you." With a smile, Wang Che suddenly tossed a large bunch of flowers into the air. Then, he struck the flowers with his palm. The entire arena had been transformed into a sea of ​​flowers.

Ritaro inhaled the fragrance of the entire arena, sweat gradually trickling down his forehead. With a simple slap on his head, he swiftly conjured dozens of clones in front of Wang Che.

In an instant, dozens of clones swung their katana at the flowers Wang Che had thrown. At the same time, a ninja rushed toward Wang Che.

"Having fused with a lower-level expert, you do indeed possess some skill." With a smile, Wang Che appeared even more captivating. He conjured a handful of cold light in his hand, and with a flick of his index finger, countless beams of cold light shot directly at vital acupoints on Ritaro's body.

"Wang Che, are you the only one who knows how to use hidden weapons?" Unable to get close to her after being hit by Wang Che's hidden weapons, Ritaro was enraged. With a roar, his figure vanished into thin air. Then, he appeared at the edge of the arena opposite Wang Che, producing a handful of throwing knives and hurling them at Wang Che.

As Ritaro's dart flew, a net of sparks instantly appeared in the air. It was the effect of the collision between Wang Che's and Ritaro's hidden weapons. Both of them were masters of hidden weapons, and their duel was no longer about vying for the title of the number one martial arts master, but rather seemed to be a contest for the title of the number one hidden weapon master.

All that could be seen were the increasing number of darts in Ritaro's hand and the steel needles thrown by Wang Che. They flew faster and faster, and gradually, a large net woven from sparks became more and more visible among them.

The contest of concealed weapons is far more dangerous than a contest of martial arts skills. If even one of them is slightly careless, they could be struck and killed by a concealed weapon. Concealed weapons test their eyesight, hand strength, and composure. It's a battle of who has more concealed weapons on their person, and whose concealed weapons are more accurate and ruthless.

Seeing the intense battle between the two in the first match, the Sword God Nie Feilong couldn't help but stand up, his facial muscles trembling. "Wang Yang, I, Nie Feilong, only have one son. But you, Wang Yang, have seven children. I am not as good as you at raising all seven of them to be so outstanding."

"Brother Nie is too modest," Wang Yang said with a smile.

At that very moment, Wang Che suddenly took out a small box from his hand. He glanced at the black dragon below the stage and smiled. "Black Dragon, this is how you use the Rain of Pear Blossom Needles!"

After saying that, Wang Che quickly disappeared into thin air. When she reappeared, she had already activated the box in mid-air. She had calculated Ritaro's escape route; as long as she could block it, Ritaro would surely die under her Rain of Pear Blossom Needles.

While still throwing darts at the countless steel needles thrown by Wang Che, Ritaro suddenly saw Wang Che leap into the air and unleash another barrage of pear blossom needles at him. His face turned deathly pale. True masters, if their martial arts skills were evenly matched, would likely have to compete in other areas. Wang Che, raised by her family from a young age, was a top-tier figure in both martial arts and refinement. Especially in her studies, her brilliant mind made her particularly adept at geometry. She had calculated Ritaro's escape route; with his escape route sealed, he had nowhere to run.

With no way to escape, he could only draw his katana again and parry with his swordsmanship. However, he was not a master swordsman. If it were Nie Xiaohai, he might have been able to block Wang Che's Rain of Pear Blossom Needles. But he was not Nie Xiaohai; he could not block Wang Che's Rain of Pear Blossom Needles.

As the countless cold lights in the sky drew ever closer, Ritaro couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat and roared in despair, "May the Emperor's glory glorify my soul!"

"Useless!" A voice quickly came from below the stage. As Wang Che's Rain of Pear Blossom Needles slammed into the ground, Ritaro had already appeared below the stage.

With a livid face, Wang Yu frowned and looked at Wang Che, saying, "Sister, we admit defeat."

"Wang Yu, you actually know the word 'admit defeat'?" Upon hearing Wang Yu's words, Wang Che landed lightly with a smile.

"Yes." He had never uttered the word "defeat" before, but seeing one of his subordinates, a being above all gods, about to die, Wang Yu finally uttered the word "defeat."

"Very well, then I'll spare your lives," Wang Che said with a smile.

"Thank you." She bowed slightly to Wang Che.

Wang Yu thought to himself, "Don't let me meet you on the ring."

"Wang Che, the third young lady of the Wang family, wins! Next up, Wang Huan will face off against Japan's number one Onmyoji, A-San Yin An." As more and more fans cheered for Wang Che, the host wiped the sweat from his brow and called out the name of the next group.

"Is it my turn?" Upon hearing the host's words, Wang Huan drew his Green Destiny sword.

"Wang Huan, be careful of the shikigami summoned by that Onmyoji." Thinking back to the terrifying monsters summoned by the Onmyoji last time, I reminded Wang Huan.

"Heh, a mere trifle. Today, I'll show him how the gods of China compare to the monsters of his island nation." With that, Wang Huan leaped onto the arena, sword in hand.

Chapter 343 Gods and Demons

The ground was still covered with flower petals and countless hidden weapons left behind from Wang Che and Ritaro's battle. But Wang Huan couldn't hold back any longer and wanted to avenge me. To avenge the time when the Onmyoji trapped us with an illusion array and injured me.

After all, we are all young, and we still need to grow. Last time, that Onmyoji actually bullied us by claiming to be a powerful being above all gods. Wang Huan and the Onmyoji are both from the Xuanmen sect, and they had just met a kindred spirit. Wang Huan couldn't help but want to have a dark competition with the Onmyoji, A-San.

This is a contest between spells, a rare sight in the martial arts world. Therefore, this battle is just as captivating as the one between Wang Che and Ritaro.

With a whoosh, Ah San darkly shook his white paper fan, covering his mouth with a laugh. Then, looking at Wang Huan with cold eyes, he said, "Fourth Prince. Last time you broke my illusion array, which surprised me quite a bit. At that time, you seemed to be only a low-level god-level expert, yet you were able to break an illusion array set up by an expert above the gods?"

"Heh, strength is the standard by which we measure a person, but it is martial arts that truly kill. So what if you are the number one Onmyoji in the island nation? Don't you know that my master is a Taoist master, the national protector of the Wang family? You should know the saying, 'Evil cannot prevail over good.' The evil arts you have learned are no match for the righteous path of China," Wang Huan said coldly.

"Oh? But I remember you Chinese have a saying: 'The righteous path is one foot high, the evil path is ten feet high.'" The Indian man covered his mouth with a white paper fan and chuckled again.

"Since you are a demon, you should be subdued by our Daoist sect. Come, summon your shikigami!" Wang Huan shouted coldly.

"Heh, then so be it." Ah San chuckled darkly, taking out a talisman from his body and lightly scratching it with his fingernail.

As Ah San's dark fingertips traced the talisman, it quickly burst into flames. At the same time, Wang Huan was plunged into complete darkness.

"Why haven't they started yet?" Many people below the stage were eagerly anticipating the duel between Wang Huan and Ah San. But after waiting for a long time, they only saw the two men standing blankly on the stage, without actually fighting. Everyone began to grow impatient. They were afraid, afraid that seeing me and Nie Xiaohai suffer the same fate as last time. They were all afraid of being defeated and remained on the stage for five days and five nights straight.

Everyone is eager to see the rest of the competition. If the two of them drag this out for another five days and five nights, it will probably become quite boring.

"Wang Huan, he's already secretly made a move with the Indians, hasn't he?" An Yao said coldly from below the stage.

"Yes." Those onlookers hadn't witnessed Ah San's dark power; only I had. And when the two of them truly fought, it was a battle of mental strength, something we outsiders couldn't see at all. If I'm not mistaken, the two of them must already be fighting to the death in another world. Wang Huan is only a high-level god-tier expert. Although he's confident he can fight Ah San, he'll definitely have to pay a heavy price. After all, Ah San is already a mid-stage Fusion Realm expert; he's a realm and a level higher than Wang Huan. That difference in realm and level already gives him an absolute advantage.

On this side, Wang Huan had indeed already engaged in a clandestine battle with the Indians. He had fallen into the Indians' illusionary trap, which was not a good start.

"Wang Huan, you've fallen into my illusion. Come, let me see what gives you the right to be so arrogant?" In the darkness, Ah San slowly appeared opposite Wang Huan. Covering his mouth with a white paper fan, Ah San's shoulders twitched incessantly.

At the same time, a six-pointed star pattern appeared on the ground in front of him. Gradually, the six-pointed star shone brightly. When a dazzling light flashed, five shikigami appeared before Ah San in the darkness. A one-armed samurai with deer antlers, a pale-faced girl riding a one-eyed frog, a blue-faced boy with disheveled hair, a strange man wearing a cat mask and a black cloak, and a monster with a bird's head.

When these five shikigami appeared, Wang Huan could already sense the terrifying aura emanating from them. These monsters were very powerful, carrying a great deal of resentment, and the small accessories they carried were now emitting shrill screams.

An ordinary person would probably be terrified before even engaging in combat. But Wang Huan was well-traveled and had seen all sorts of strange things. For example, the Southeast Asian sorcerers who could kill with flying heads, and the Miao sorcerers who could kill without a trace with their Gu worms. He knew that what he was seeing now was fake, but he still couldn't help but feel a chill when he saw the five monsters summoned by the Yin-Yang Master A-San in a sinister manner.

If he were to lose in the dark environment of the Onmyoji A-San, he would very likely die on the spot, his soul shattered and bleeding from all seven orifices.

"Wang Huan, my shikigami has appeared. May I ask, where is your god?" Ah San chuckled sinisterly.

"Heh, of course I have divine intervention." With a cold laugh, Wang Huan took out a talisman and ignited it. Then, holding his sword, he performed the Yu Step, chanting, "With one sword, I cleave through the nine heavens, the Purple Star Lord displays his divine power. Today, your disciple and the demons beseech the Star Lord to descend to the mortal realm!"

As the yellow talisman burned out, Wang Huan raised his sword and pointed it towards the sky. In an instant, Wang Huan's entire body shone with golden light. At that moment, he exuded an indescribable domineering aura.

But when the golden light around Wang Huan disappeared, darkness returned to his surroundings. Wang Huan couldn't help but frown slightly and say, "Isn't today the day the Purple Star Lord is on duty?"

"Disciple, please invite the Seven Star Lords of the Big Dipper: Greedy Wolf, Giant Gate, Prosperity, Literary Star, Integrity Star, Martial Star, and Broken Army!" Wang Huan lit another yellow talisman, and his whole body shone with golden light.

However, when the golden light around Wang Huan disappeared, there was still no reaction around him.

"Disciple hereby requests the presence of the Thirty-Six Heavenly Generals: Wen Qiong, Wang Shan, Yin Jiao, Pang Yu..."

"Disciple, please invite the Earth Deity! This time, surely we can finally get him?"

All that could be seen was a burst of golden light emanating from Wang Huan's body, but no deities appeared beside him.

Gradually, sweat beaded on Wang Huan's forehead. He possessed the ability to break formations, but he lacked the ability to summon deities. The reason was his insufficient strength. He was merely a high-level god, not yet possessing the power above the gods. With his level of strength, he could summon a deity to possess him, but to have a deity fight for him, he would need to prepare an altar beforehand, offering sacrifices, burning incense, and constantly praying to the heavens before any star deity on duty would be willing to come and assist him. But he wasn't qualified to arrogantly invite a deity to help him. After all, he was inviting a deity, not some monster that a dark, unassuming Indian could summon at will. How could the venerable presence of an immortal be compared to that of some insignificant demon from his island nation?

Seeing that Wang Huan couldn't summon a deity after so long, A-San Yin An became helpless. He yawned and looked at him with pity, saying, "Boy, your cultivation is still too low. If you were a master above the gods, you could summon a deity to fight me. Fine, I'll spare your life because you're a prince of the Wang family." With that, A-San Yin An chanted a spell, commanding a group of his shikigami to fight for him.

A strange cry rang out, and the cat-faced monster immediately swung its scythe. The girl riding the frog also leaped up quickly. A ball of ghostly fire ignited on the back of the blue-faced boy, and the one-armed warrior slammed his palm into the ground.

"Victorious Fighting Buddha, come help me!" "Four Heavenly Kings, come help me!" "Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King, Jinzha, Muzha, Nezha, Thousand-Mile Eye, Wind-Following Ear, Lei Zhenzi, Fire God, any one of them will help me!" Knowing the power of the one-armed warrior, Wang Huan couldn't summon any deities and his whole body turned pale.

They could already see the one-armed warrior's palm slam into the ground, a vast expanse of deathly light spreading outwards from beneath his feet. Wang Huan was almost brought to tears. He thought his strength was nearly sufficient; he believed summoning a deity would easily kill the Indian demon. But his level was still insufficient, preventing him from summoning a deity to aid him.

Seeing that his prayers to the gods were in vain, Wang Huan could only flee as fast as he could. But he was no match for the death ray, and it was about to touch his body.

Suddenly, a huge ball of flame descended from the sky. That flame shielded Wang Huan from the approaching death ray. When the death ray dissipated, Wang Huan was instantly shaken. He immediately knelt on the ground and roared, "Master, save me!"

"You monsters, how dare you offend our China?" A voice seemed to come from the heavens above. The voice was so majestic that it sent shivers down one's spine.

"This is..." Upon hearing that cold voice, Ah San couldn't help but frown slightly.

The newcomer was incredibly valiant, possessing three heads and eight arms, wielding the Universe Ring, the Wind and Fire Wheels, the Purple Flame Serpent Fang Spear, and the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover. He was none other than the legendary and illustrious Marshal of the Central Altar, the Grand Master of Heaven, the Mighty and Manifest General, and the Third Prince Nezha.

Seeing the young immortal's red flames, Ah San's group of shikigami under his dark command were once again shocked. Then, another coordinated attack occurred, and the demon of Rashomon slammed its palm into the ground again, sending a large ray of death light towards Nezha, the Third Prince.