My Arrogant Young Lady

"Hehe..." A cold laugh, as if falling from the heavens, was heard as Nezha, the Third Prince, spat out a mouthful of fire at the five monsters.

With a soft "pfft," Ah San, standing on the arena, spat out a mouthful of blood and flew heavily off the platform. His hat fell off, and his paper fan tore. Glancing at Wang Huan still standing on the platform, he immediately slumped his head, looking utterly dejected. "President, I've lost. This man, Prince Wang Huan, actually summoned their Chinese deity..."

"I am already a master above the gods?" Stepping out of the dark illusion array of the Indians, Wang Huan couldn't help but look at his hands with surprise.

"The fourth young master of the Wang family wins!"

Chapter 344 Cool Hairstyles

The battle between Wang Huan and A-San Yin An, which they perceived as lasting only a few minutes, took us, the audience, a full hour to complete. What happened between them remained a complete mystery; we had to wait for Wang Huan to tell us. Though he hadn't moved, Wang Huan's face was drenched in sweat. Wiping the sweat from his brow, he told us, "Third Prince, I actually managed to summon Nezha, the Third Prince. It was a stroke of good fortune he bestowed upon me, transforming me into a master above all the gods."

"Where are they?" Black Dragon blinked and asked.

"Do you think you can just see the gods whenever you want? The gods reside in our hearts!" Wang Huan immediately said to the black dragon.

"You're bragging. You got Nezha to fight for you? Damn, I could get Sun Wukong too," Young Master Bao said dismissively, curling his lip.

“I invited the Fighting God Buddha. But he seems to be unavailable today, so he didn’t come,” Wang Huan said.

"You're exaggerating. If you really can summon a god, why don't you ask him to conjure up a hundred billion for us to spend?" Black Dragon asked.

"Insolence! How dare you, a mere mortal, question the gods? If you don't believe me, fine, I'm too lazy to explain. I'm going to burn incense and express my gratitude to the Third Prince for saving my life." Wang Huan glared fiercely at the Black Dragon and Young Master Bao before angrily leaving.

"Brother, do gods really exist in this world?" Liuli believed in Wang Huan, but still had some doubts.

"Hehe, how could we possibly understand the affairs of those Daoist people? Perhaps, immortals truly reside in the hearts of those Daoist practitioners," Wang You smiled.

"I've lost! I've lost? Impossible! I won't lose!" On this side, Yang Yuan, the strongest of the younger generation of the Shu Mountain Sword Sect, was once again stabbed by Tong Jia Ling'er. He merely parried Tong Jia Ling'er's swift sword with his own, and immediately roared like a madman.

"Yang Yuan, is this your right to question Wang Xi? You can't even beat me, how can you lead everyone to fight against Oda Seiji?" Tong Jia Ling'er exuded a chilling aura as she coldly looked at Yang Yuan and said.

"I haven't failed as long as I'm alive!" Hearing Tong Jialing'er's words, Yang Yuan once again brandished his longsword and charged towards her. At that moment, the longsword in Yang Yuan's hand transformed into countless sword shadows. When those thousands of sword shadows merged into one, Yang Yuan immediately charged towards Tong Jialing'er with his precious sword in hand.

At almost the speed of light, as Yang Yuan's longsword drew ever closer, Tong Jialing'er vanished into thin air. When she reappeared, her swift sword instantly transformed into dozens of swords, slashing towards Yang Yuan.

With a snap, Yang Yuan's longsword fell to the ground, and a bloody gash slowly appeared on his body. The entire arena was now stained with Yang Yuan's blood. Tong Jialing'er, dressed in a light blue dress, stood unharmed before him, coldly watching him.

This martial arts tournament was started because of Yang Yuan. But he never dreamed that in the competition to advance from the top 32 to the top 16, he would be defeated by Tong Jialing'er, the strongest young master of the Ye family.

He was deeply unwilling to accept it. If he lost now, how could he ever hold his head high in front of the martial arts world again?

"Ah!" Thinking of this, Yang Yuan rushed towards Tong Jialing'er again, unwilling to give up.

However, this only resulted in another bloody gash appearing on his body.

"Yang Yuan, just admit defeat. My Wang family doesn't have many healing pills left, so don't waste any more on them," the little good boy said coldly, sitting next to his father.

Seeing that this nice guy was starting to humiliate him, and glancing at the completely silent audience below, he felt that his self-esteem had been severely damaged.

Yang Yuan gave me another long look, then picked up his sword and smiled bitterly. "I came here to compete for the title of the world's number one swordsman, to make a name for myself in the Shu Mountain Sword Sect and bring glory to our sect. But I never imagined I would be defeated by Tong Jia Ling'er of the Ye family. Heh, heh... It's only the round of thirty-two, and I, Yang Yuan, am already being eliminated..."

"..." After hearing Yang Yuan's words, everyone frowned and looked at him.

Yang Yuan's defeat to Tong Jia Ling'er was unexpected by everyone. After all, Shu Mountain is an ancient sect, specializing in swordsmanship. The Ye family, on the other hand, excels in medicine and healing, and has not deliberately cultivated the ability to kill.

"So be it, so be it, I've lost. I'm no match for Tong Jia Ling'er. Back then, I went to great lengths to make things difficult for the young master of the Wang family, hoping to earn a chance to compete for the title of the world's number one martial arts master. Unfortunately, I don't even have the ability to enter the top sixteen. I have no face to return to Mount Shu. Master, I have failed your high expectations!" After saying this, Yang Yuan's eyes streamed with tears, and he directly placed the sword against his neck.

"Yang Yuan! No!" Seeing that Yang Yuan was about to commit suicide due to his crushing defeat, his two fellow disciples immediately shouted.

I never expected Yang Yuan to be so arrogant, and I frowned slightly.

Just as Yang Yuan was about to draw his sword and commit suicide, I suddenly appeared behind him. I swiftly drew my jade flute and tapped it against the sword in his hand, coldly looking at him and saying, "It's precisely righteous disciples like you who are the most pretentious."

"What?" Yang Yuan looked at me in surprise.

"I'm asking you. Where were you when Oda Seiji invaded the major powers of China?" I asked.

"I am fighting a desperate battle against Aurora's forces," Yang Yuan sneered.

"Then why, even though the entire Shushan Sword Sect was wiped out, do you still have the opportunity to compete here?" I asked.

"It's because I have the highest talent. My master and the sect elders risked their lives to send me out," Yang Yuan said.

"So, why did they send you out?" I asked.

"Restore the martial arts world of China, restore the Shu Mountain Sword Sect!" Yang Yuan declared proudly.

"Our Chinese martial arts world is almost gone. How can you restore your Shu Mountain Sword Sect? Yang Yuan, you're a coward, a wimp. You've only encountered such a small setback, and you're already acting like you don't want to live anymore. If I were you, I would spare your life and take Oda Seiji down with you. If you commit suicide now, we will all despise you!" I glanced coldly at Yang Yuan and walked off the stage.

Many people present knew that Yang Yuan had always been resentful of me and harbored deep prejudice against me. He was also the one who ruined our plans, preventing me from directly leading everyone to confront Oda Seiji. If Yang Yuan committed suicide, even if I didn't stop him, no one would say anything. Saving him was a favor, not saving him was my right. His death would actually eliminate one enemy for me.

But... seeing that I had saved him, everyone present began to have their own thoughts. Then, they couldn't help but look at me with admiration.

"Wang Yang, did you teach your son to do this?" asked Nie Feilong, the Sword God.

"Hehe. I drank with you all night yesterday, how could I have had the chance to teach my son to do such a thing? The Wang family has a great reputation, it's innate." Wang Yang said, lighting a cigarette.

"Not bad, I admire you more and more now." Sword God Nie Feilong nodded slightly. "It's a pity. The next match will be a duel between my son and your son. Wang Xi is good, but in the end, he is no match for my son."

"You're really arrogant," Wang Yang sneered.

“This isn’t arrogance, it’s my understanding of Xiao Hai. Xiao Hai has already mastered the twelfth move of the Gale Blade Technique, the Sky-Shattering Move. Wang Yang, you should know how powerful the eleventh move of my Gale Blade Technique is. This twelfth move is something even I haven’t comprehended.” Blade God Nie Feilong frowned.

“Although Nie Xiaohai is a mid-stage Fusion Realm expert, if he uses the eleventh move of the Gale Blade Technique, he can contend with a top-tier Fusion Realm expert. As for the twelfth move of the Gale Blade Technique, the Heaven-Shattering Strike, it can already rival a Heartbeat Realm expert. Even Wang Yu probably wouldn't be entirely confident in withstanding this move.” Wang Yang's expression changed slightly.

“Wang Yu is only 50% confident of withstanding Xiao Hai’s Heaven-Shattering Strike. Either he will lose, or Wang Yu will lose. As for Wang Xi, he absolutely cannot withstand Xiao Hai’s twelfth move.” Sword God Nie Feilong sighed softly.

"I concede!" After a fierce internal struggle, Yang Yuan clenched his fists and uttered the words of surrender. Then, he gave me a deep look, then glanced at Tong Jialing'er, and stepped down from the ring.

Seeing Yang Yuan concede defeat, I knew it was my turn next. I couldn't help but clench my name tag tightly and glanced at Nie Xiaohai across from me.

It's him again. It seems we have no choice but to fight this time.

"Sigh, it's him again. I'm a little worried..." Nie Xiaohai looked at me with a troubled expression.

"Brother Hai, you can definitely win!" As the son of the Sword God, Nie Xiaohai has many fans. As soon as Nie Xiaohai was about to go on stage, many people rushed over to massage his shoulders and back.

"Brother, keep it up!" My Wang family is a large family, and my younger brothers and sisters quickly cheered me on.

"Damn it, Yang Yuan was about to commit suicide. Every time a master from China dies, Aurora loses one less opponent. Wang Xi is truly despicable; Nie Xiaohai should kill him." Li Bihui said to me hatefully from below the stage.

“Wang Xi is no match for him. Even I am only 50% confident of defeating Nie Xiaohai,” Wang Yu said expressionlessly, sitting next to Li Bihui.

"Really?" Li Bihui exclaimed in surprise.

“Yes, I can sense Nie Xiaohai’s aura. Although he is only a mid-stage Fusion Realm expert, he can already compete with experts above the God Realm,” Wang Yu said earnestly.

Looking at the crowd below, I felt an inexplicable nervousness as I sat opposite Nie Xiaohai. Nie Xiaohai stared at the headscarf on my head and asked, "Brother Xi, what happened to your hair?"

Although I was incredibly nervous, I still wanted to show off my new hairstyle. So I took off my headscarf, revealing short, silver-white hair, and said, "Looks good, right?"

"My God! Wang Xi's hair has turned white from worrying so much about his duel with Nie Xiaohai!" A chorus of exclamations suddenly erupted from the audience.

"His hair turned white overnight, Wang Xi is really pitiful!"

"Brother Xi, you've even turned your hair white from worrying so much about our duel?" Nie Xiaohai looked at me in surprise.

Chapter 345 Heaven-Breaking Style

As a young person, I also need to be fashionable. Even though I'm already a father, I'm only twenty years old this year. And I've had three big dreams since I was little: dye my hair, get a tattoo, and get earrings. Getting a cool earring and a full-sleeve tattoo would make me look more like a tough guy, and it would make me feel really cool. But a tattoo is for life; once you get one, you can never get it out. So I'm definitely not getting a tattoo, and earrings are out of the question too. I'll just dye my hair and look fashionable, that'll be enough.

But I never dreamed that just showing off my newly dyed hair would garner so much sympathy. In fact, I was even called a pitiful person by everyone.

I am someone whose strength is comparable to Nie Xiaohai's, yet I am being looked at with pity by everyone. This makes me feel extremely embarrassed, and I even want to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Nie Xiaohai's eyes reddened as he looked at my hair, which had turned white overnight. After thinking for a moment, Nie Xiaohai said to me, "Brother Xi, although I really want the title of the number one martial arts master, because if I get it, I won't have to practice martial arts and can just play on my phone for a month, you seem more pitiful than me. How about I give you the title of number one martial arts master?"

"Brother really realized he was no match for Nie Xiaohai, and he's so worried that his hair has turned white." Sitting in the audience, Wang Yu sighed softly.

"His ambition and eagerness for quick success are typical of him," Li Bihui sneered.

"Wang Yang, is your son so afraid of my son?" Sword God Nie Feilong was surprised.

"Wang Xi, what's wrong with him?" Wang Yang frowned even more deeply. Seeing his son's hair turn white with worry, he couldn't help but feel heartache.

"I don't know, why did An Yao's hair turn black while his hair turned white?" Little Good Guy was completely confused.

"I'm not upset, I dyed it on purpose. I want to look handsome, I don't need you to give in to me!" Seeing everyone's sympathy for me, I finally couldn't help but yell.

However, the murmurs from the audience grew louder and louder, and they couldn't hear me at all. Only Nie Xiaohai looked at me in surprise and said, "Brother Xi, why did you dye your hair white?"

"It's for looking cool," I said.

Hearing my words, Nie Xiaohai frowned and said, "Brother Xi, are you sure you're not mistaken? Today's fashionable color is green, and you finally dyed your hair white instead of green?"

"Green is the trendy color today?" I asked in surprise.

“Not bad, I’ll dye my hair green sometime. But if you really don’t need me to go easy on you, then I’ll make my move now?” Nie Xiaohai asked me.

"Okay." I nodded gently.

Nodding slightly, Nie Xiaohai's gaze gradually turned cold. He was thin, a stark contrast to his father's imposing physique. His father's reputation and rigorous training made him appear quite timid. But only I knew just how terrifying Nie Xiaohai's strength truly was.

As Nie Xiaohai's eyes turned cold, he subtly amplified his aura. His body gradually emitted a deep blue light. Simultaneously, a tremendous aura gathered from him, growing stronger and stronger until the entire world began to change color. When his aura reached a certain point, a giant blue dragon appeared and disappeared within it. At the same time, a large amount of seawater surged within his aura. A deep blue sea dragon had actually appeared within his powerful aura.

As Nie Xiaohai's gaze grew colder, the sea dragon roared at me. Not only me, but everyone present felt the aura of power emanating from Nie Xiaohai. In an instant, everyone retreated. Originally, everyone was close enough to witness our spectacular duel. Now, fearing being accidentally injured by Nie Xiaohai's powerful blade energy, they all retreated a full ten meters.

Seeing the giant dragon on Nie Xiaohai's body roar at me, I quickly amplified my own aura. At that moment, my entire being shone with golden light. My eyes gleamed gold, and a golden dragon faintly appeared from within my aura. As the golden dragon coiled around my body, it revealed its ferocious face, opening its massive jaws to roar at the sea dragon on Nie Xiaohai's body.

"That's right, this is the duel that belongs to us. Brother Xi, we're both in top form now, and I won't hold back anymore!" With a cold glint in his eyes, Nie Xiaohai drew his treasured sword and charged at me, accompanied by the giant sea dragon on his body.

Before he even arrived, I could already sense the sharp aura emanating from him. I immediately frowned and drew my jade flute. He was already a master nearing the mid-stage of the Fusion Realm; with just a few shakes of my jade flute, I could quickly set up a large formation to trap Nie Xiaohai within it.

However, Nie Xiaohai knew my strengths and weaknesses. He knew that as long as I set up the great formation, he would be trapped inside and suffer a terrible fate. If I seized this opportunity to launch a sneak attack, he might be defeated by me.

"Brother Xi, I won't give you a chance to set up an array!" Even faster, Nie Xiaohai slashed at me with a sharp blade.

"The Ninth Form of the Gale Blade Technique: Formation Breaker!"

A cold light flashed, and the sword energy in his hand rapidly extended. In the blink of an eye, the sword in his hand seemed to transform into a blade tens of meters long.

Sensing his sharp blade aura, I immediately dodged to the side. The onlookers behind me, feeling Nie Xiaohai's domineering blade aura, also quickly fled to both sides.

In an instant, half of the arena was cleaved in two by Nie Xiaohai. At the same time, a deep trench was slashed out behind me by Nie Xiaohai.

“This Nie Xiaohai is too strong. Tell those onlookers to step back another thirty meters. No one is allowed to watch within fifty meters except for experts above the level of gods,” Wang Yang said coldly.

"Yes." The kind-hearted boy nodded quickly, then hurried off to disperse the onlookers.

"Brother Xi, great footwork, take this!" Seeing that I dodged his breaking formation, Nie Xiaohai slashed at me fiercely with his sword again.

His speed was too fast, and his blade was too fast. I could barely open my eyes, only feeling the sharp blade's edge. Unable to cast any formations, I could only dodge quickly. Nie Xiaohai's swordsmanship was too strong; he quickly shattered the arena into pieces, carving deep trenches across a fifty-meter radius around it.

"Having seen the match between Wang Xi and Nie Xiaohai, even the most exciting battles pale in comparison. I look forward to my fight with Nie Xiaohai." Sitting steadily in the audience, Wang Yu interlaced his ten fingers and frowned slightly.