My Arrogant Young Lady

As the final sixteen battles were about to begin, nearly five thousand experts had already arrived at this ancient town in Jiangnan. These experts came not only from China and Southeast Asia, but also from the Middle East and Eastern Europe.

They had already heard that Wang Yang had gathered a large number of god-level experts. Some even reached the Heart-Moving level. Above Heart-Moving was the Golden Core stage, a strength almost approaching that of a god. Oda Seiji's goal was to conquer the entire world; he was their common enemy.

They hoped that Wang Yang could select the world's number one martial arts master and lead everyone to defeat Oda Seiji.

"Damn it, Yang-ge, we got utterly thrashed by Oda Seiji! I heard the final battle for the top sixteen is about to begin? And everyone there is incredibly skilled? Quick, quickly choose the best fighter in the world! This time, Huaqing suffered a crushing defeat along with the Golden Twelve Knights, and Oda Seiji swallowed up nearly ten billion US dollars of our wealth. If you can defeat Oda Seiji, we at Huaqing will gladly give you ten billion US dollars!" said Hua Yingxiong, the leader of Huaqing, who had come from Europe.

"Another expert in the Fusion stage. Even Hua Yingxiong, the leader of the Huaqing Gang, has come." A foreign expert recognized the young man with an extraordinary demeanor wearing sunglasses at a glance.

"Elder Mu Qingfeng, this time Oda Seiji's invasion of Europe must have caused your Great Circle to suffer heavy losses, right?" Hua Yingxiong asked, glancing at an old man not far away.

"Heh. It's a miracle I even survived." The old man's eyes were filled with rage.

“Mr. Wang Yang, as long as you can defeat Oda Seiji, we, the twelve largest conglomerates in Europe, will generously give you whatever money you want,” a foreigner said.

"No problem, no problem. Money is a small matter; we can just do some business with each other. Hehe, as you all probably know, my Wang family isn't actually short of money. As long as the people within our Wang family's territory are doing well, I, Wang Yang, am content." Wang Yang responded to the powerful figures from various countries in various languages, lighting a cigarette with a smile on his face.

"This is bad. Wang Yang is after our shares. I know Wang Yang well. He seems amiable, but he's actually cunning as a devil. Now that Oda Seiji has swallowed up most of our influence in the world, he'll definitely take this opportunity to extort us." Hua Yingxiong's expression changed as he spoke to the many powerful figures around him.

"What should we do? Are we going to be blackmailed by him?" The powerful figures all knew Wang Yang's character, and their expressions changed as well.

"What can we do if we don't get extorted by him? After all, most of these young masters come from the Wang family. Let's cooperate and let Wang Yang exploit us; it's better than being swallowed up by Oda Seiji." Hua Yingxiong sighed. He knew his sworn brother best. But it's better to keep the good stuff in the family. Cooperating with Wang Yang would still bring some benefits.

"Uncle, so you're the real expert in the investment world!" Sensing something was amiss, the little good-natured boy immediately looked at Wang Yang with admiration.

"Hehe, it's good that Xi'er kept you by his side. He has a good eye for investment. Your father is dead, so from now on, our Wang family will be your home. Help Xi'er well. After we deal with Oda Seiji, this world will belong to you young people." Wang Yang smiled.

"Thank you, Uncle." The kind-hearted boy choked up after hearing Wang Yang's words.

Eight groups of experts, eight different venues. When the first venue appeared before everyone's eyes, many people couldn't help but take a deep breath.

The first arena was called "Mountain of Knives." A large fighting arena was filled with sharp knives. As soon as the announcer loudly called out two names, two masters immediately appeared on the first fighting arena.

Wang Yu, the seventh prince of the Wang family. A young master of Shaolin Temple, a Little Arhat.

Before even seeing the arena, neither Wang Yu nor Xiao Luohan knew they would be competing in such a place. But upon arriving at the Knife Mountain arena, Nie Xiaohai, sitting below, immediately pounded his chest in frustration. "This arena was meant for them to practice their swordsmanship! But Wang Yu and Xiao Luohan are both physically strong. They're not good with swords. If this arena had been given to me, I could definitely have defeated Wang Xi. Not to mention Wang Xi, I might even have defeated Wang Yu!"

Wang Yu and Xiao Luohan glanced at the sharp knives stuck in the ground at the same time, and they both understood what this martial arts competition was about.

Looking at the knives scattered on the ground, the little Arhat was overjoyed. "Besides using martial arts to subdue demons, Shaolin is also proficient in all eighteen weapons. Although Shaolin's swordsmanship is not as exquisite as that of the Sword God, it is more than enough to deal with Wang Yu."

Thinking of this, the little Arhat stomped his foot on the ground. Then, a knife quickly appeared in his hand. With a single swing, a sharp gust of wind slashed fiercely towards Wang Yu.

not good!

Besides hand-to-hand combat, Wang Yu's only skill with weapons was swordsmanship. He grabbed a knife, but his hands gripped the hilt with obvious awkwardness.

"Wang Yu, behold my Demon-Subduing Blade Technique!" Before Wang Yu could get used to the blade, the little Arhat immediately mustered all his strength and slashed fiercely at him.

At that moment, a golden Arhat instantly materialized from the aura of the young Arhat. As the young Arhat slashed towards Wang Yu, the entire arena was instantly bathed in golden light.

"I can defeat you even without weapons. Come on, I love the strong!" Finding the knife cumbersome, Wang Yu simply threw it away. Then, black energy instantly gathered around him, and from within it emerged a gigantic black dragon, roaring as it charged towards the golden-bodied Arhat…

Chapter 352 Liuli VS Li Bihui

A gasp rippled through the arena as Wang Yu was instantly knocked from mid-air by the little Arhat. Just as he was about to plunge into the mountain of knives below, Wang Yu landed and immediately grabbed a knife. He then slid heavily across the ground, using the knife to cushion his fall, deflecting the knives stuck in the ground while simultaneously knocking over rows of them.

This is why he wasn't cut by the knife, and even his arm wasn't severed by the force of the fall.

Then, Wang Yu, panting heavily, stood up from the ground. He hadn't expected this young Shaolin Arhat to be so powerful. All martial arts under heaven originated from Shaolin, and this young Shaolin Arhat's skills already surpassed those of Elder Liang Bin, the head of his family's ten martial arts halls. That young Arhat had grown up in the Shaolin Temple since childhood, possessing pure internal energy. He was a Buddhist master.

He was particularly skilled in swordsmanship, and during their fight, he remained calm and composed. After an hour of fighting, Wang Yu finally showed an opening, which he seized upon. Wang Yu was struck down from mid-air by a palm strike, narrowly escaping being struck by the mountain of swords below.

Seeing Wang Yu's cold expression, the little Arhat immediately landed and raised his right palm, saying, "Amitabha, Benefactor Wang. You are a master under Oda Seiji, and the title of the best in the world is not something you should be vying for. Benefactor Wang, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, but there is still a shore to turn back to. You should unite with us to fight against Oda Seiji."

"I, Wang Yu, only acknowledge the best in the world! But you are not!" His expression suddenly turned ferocious, and Wang Yu's figure suddenly grew enormous. Then, Wang Yu transformed into a black whirlwind and rushed towards the little Arhat, aiming a Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand straight for the little Arhat's neck.

Glancing at Wang Yu's Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand, the little Arhat slightly turned his head. "Is this the unique skill of Wang Yang, the head of the Wang family?" Then, the little Arhat became calm. He once again put the treasured sword behind his back, and as Wang Yu drew closer, a sharp blade of energy slashed fiercely towards Wang Yu.

Swordsmanship is like a chess manual. A master swordsman can predict the opponent's next move with every move he makes. And no matter what move Wang Yu makes, he is confident that he can defend against Wang Yu's patterns and prevent him from getting hurt.

This time, however, the young Arhat felt a solid cut slash into his flesh. Wang Yu didn't dodge, allowing the young Arhat to carve a deep, bone-revealing wound into his shoulder. At the same moment, Wang Yu had already seized his throat. The young Arhat was terrified and quickly turned to defend himself.

But it was all too late. Before the little arhat could strike him, Wang Yu had already cracked his throat with a snap. Then came a chop to his throat, followed by a whip kick that sent him soaring into the air. Wang Yu then appeared in mid-air and slammed him down with a powerful kick.

With a deafening roar, the young Arhat was instantly frozen in place amidst several spectators a hundred meters away. Had he not practiced the Golden Spear Throat-Locking Technique, he would likely have already had his throat shattered and died on the spot by Wang Yu. Even so, the young Arhat was severely injured. For three months, he would be unable to speak.

"Wang Yu, the seventh prince of the Wang family, wins!" The young monk was seen flying heavily off the stage and fainting on the spot. Everyone rushed to his aid, and the host announced Wang Yu's victory.

Seeing himself victorious once again, Wang Yu wore an arrogant expression. Then, glancing at the large wound on his shoulder, he couldn't help but frown slightly.

However, everyone was only concerned about the safety of the little monk; no one cared about his life or death. Because he was now working for Oda Seiji, and he was a villain.

Watching others finish their battles, some were greeted with concern, others cheered loudly. He had won, but no one cared whether he lived or died, no one celebrated for him. He only glanced at the crowd rushing towards the little Arhat, and saw the reproachful looks from some for his ruthless attack. At that moment, an indescribable loneliness filled his heart.

Even Princess Li Bihui of the Aurora looked at him with undisguised disdain.

"The chairman has won again." His subordinates, seeing his victory, merely wore sly smiles. Their national character led them to only admire the triumph of the strong, never showing genuine concern for others. In their view, the tears of the weak deserve no sympathy, while the blood of the strong is something that should be shed. Bloodshed and sacrifice mean nothing to a strong person.

Nobody cares about him.

After leaving the royal family, although he gained immense power from Oda Seiji, he always felt something was missing. It was the warmth of family, the care of loved ones. Now that he was a traitor to the royal family, would anyone care whether he lived or died?

Thinking of this, a forced smile appeared on his face.

It seems that the path to becoming a strong warrior is indeed lonely. He'll just continue on this lonely path; he doesn't care.

"Good boy, bring some hemostatic medicine to my seventh son." Wang Yang looked at the blood flowing from his son's shoulder. His heart ached. Even though his son always wanted to challenge him, he was still his son. And his last and youngest son, he was still too young to understand. Besides Wang Xi, this seventh son was the one he loved the most.

"I'm not going!" Hearing Wang Yang's words, the kind-hearted boy slammed the hemostatic medicine onto the table. He hated Aurora, and even more so Oda Seiji and his men. Although it was Takeda Hell who killed his father, that alone was enough for him to hate all the people of the island nation.

"I'll go." Seeing that Xiao Haoren disliked Wang Yu, An Yao picked up the hemostatic medicine and walked towards Wang Yu.

"Little brother, does it hurt?" An Yao asked, her eyes cold as she looked at the large wound on Wang Yu's shoulder. But there was a hint of concern hidden beneath that coldness.

"Sister, it doesn't hurt," Wang Yu smiled.

"Okay, four times a day, don't forget." An Yao nodded to Wang Yu. Then she turned and left.

After An Yao left, Wang Yu's expression subtly changed as he held the hemostatic medicine. It seemed that, aside from the self-absorbed Wang Che, aside from Wang Huan who spent his days scheming in the dark basement, aside from the outwardly amiable but inwardly cold Wang You, and aside from his stubborn and earnest older sister Liu Li, An Yao was probably the only one among his older brothers and sisters who genuinely cared for him. If there was anyone else in this family he truly cared about, besides his parents, it was probably An Yao.

If Wang Xi can beat me, I'll go home. Hopefully, Wang Xi can beat me...

"The second match. Liuli versus Li Bihui!" While the Wang family was quickly clearing the Knife Mountain arena, a second match area had already appeared on the lake on the other side.

Everyone was surprised that the second competition would be held on water. Soon, they saw that the second arena was filled with ropes as thin as little fingers. They immediately understood that this second competition was testing the lightness skills of the strongest competitors.

As for the competition venue, it was randomly prepared for these eight groups of strong competitors. Even Wang Yang didn't know that his daughter, Liuli, who possessed superhuman strength, would be drawn to the rope course, which was her least favorite area.

"Liuli..." Wang Che looked at Liuli in surprise when he saw that her arena was a rope course. If it were her or Tong Jialing'er who had drawn this rope course, they would have easily won due to the advantage of the terrain and their proficiency in light-footed skills. But Liuli was different. Although Liuli was born with superhuman strength, her weakest skill was light-footed skills.

Liuli is a strong contender to be ranked fourth among the younger generation. She's stronger than Li Bihui, but she's likely to be eliminated in this round.

She, like me and Nie Xiaohai, was one of the top three experts, yet one of us was eliminated in the round of 32. Li Bihui, nicknamed "Bat," was best known for her light-footed skills. After just one glance at the rope course, she gracefully leaped onto the lake and smiled, "So, luck really does play a big role in becoming the world's number one expert."

"Damn, look at her smiling. If I had known that Liuli would be chosen for this kind of venue, I would have rigged things behind the scenes," said the Martial Arts Committee clerk, Little Good Guy, coldly.

"Wang Xi will teach her a lesson for you, and she'll be taught a very bad lesson," Wang Yang said with a smile.

"Liuli, are you alright?" Wang Huan asked in a low voice.

"Hehe, no problem." With a smile, Liuli quickly appeared on the rope course. She wasn't good at light-footed skills, but that didn't mean she didn't know them.

As soon as the host announced the start, Liuli grabbed a rope at her feet. Then, with a strong pull, she snapped the rope, which was about the thickness of a little finger, in two.

"Bat, I'll tear off your wings so you can't fly!" Liuli draped the rope over a nearby rope and pulled hard again. At that moment, the entire rope course on the lake shook violently.

"Oh no, she's going to take the princess down with her!" Three young men and one middle-aged man appeared from the crowd. One of the middle-aged men frowned as he looked at the ropes field shaking violently.

Chapter 353 I'm Here

*Snap!* A rope snapped with a crisp sound. Several more snaps followed, and several more ropes broke in quick succession. The rope course on the lake, designed to test the lightness skills of the strong, resembled a large net woven from ropes. When Liuli grabbed a rope and pulled hard, the entire rope course shook violently.

"This little girl is incredibly strong." Those below were awestruck as they watched Liuli pull the massive ropes so hard the arena shook violently, with ropes snapping repeatedly. They thought that with that kind of strength, she could probably kill an elephant with a single punch, let alone a cow.

When Li Bihui saw that Liuli actually wanted to tear the entire rope field apart and perish together with her, she immediately transformed into a huge black shadow and began to attack.

Li Bihui, codenamed Bat, was most skilled in light-footed martial arts. As the huge black shadow moved rapidly and was about to reach Liuli, Liuli merely sneered disdainfully, and her entire body suddenly emitted billowing black energy, transforming into a giant black dragon like Wang Yu.

"As expected of President Wang Yu's older sister, she exudes the same aura as him." Sensing Liuli's powerful presence, Wang Yu's subordinates glanced at her.

“We’re family…” Wang Yu sighed inwardly after hearing their words.

Among the crowd, three young men and a middle-aged man were secretly watching Wang Yu. When they saw a change in Wang Yu's expression, a shrewd glint immediately appeared in the eyes of a refined woman. "It seems the princess was right after all. Wang Yu... he's already considering returning to the Wang family."

They are the four kings of the aurora.

Azure Dragon, Vermilion Bird, White Tiger, and Black Tortoise—upon hearing the news of Wang Yu's impending rebellion, they immediately traveled from Europe directly to China. As for the Six Heavenly Demons and the Prince of Aurora, they were still frantically amassing wealth in Europe. Once they had enough funds to launch their war, they would immediately rush from their overseas headquarters to China. Then, they would annihilate the Wang family and all martial arts masters of China, continuing their efforts towards their Heavenly Demon King's dream of a unified and prosperous China.

Wang Yu was the strongest expert here, how could he not sense that someone was secretly watching him? He merely glanced disdainfully at the Four Heavenly Kings of Aurora and let out a cold snort.

No matter what schemes or tricks you have, I will crush them with a single punch.

Li Bihui had already appeared before Liuli. However, she failed to attack Liuli. She was captured by Liuli; just as she approached Liuli to make her move, Liuli swiftly grabbed her wrist. Then, Liuli grabbed her body and swung her around violently. After spinning her around on the rope with her toes, she threw Li Bihui away with a powerful thud.

Unexpectedly, Liuli was not only incredibly strong, but also remarkably fast. At that moment, everyone present stood up. They began to admire this young girl, astonished by her talent. Li Bihui was so strong because she had inherited the genes of a powerful individual. But this young girl's strength was the result of genuine, hard-earned training. Her talent was not far inferior to Wang Yu's.

While everyone admired Liuli, they couldn't help but feel worried for Li Bihui. Although Li Bihui was a member of Aurora and a villain, she possessed a noble air and was extremely beautiful. As they watched Li Bihui's body about to crash heavily into the iron pillar in the corner of the arena, everyone couldn't help but gasp.

With Liuli's strength, if she were to hit the iron pillar with this blow, she would definitely bend it and send it crashing into the lake.

However, at that moment, just as Li Bihui's body was about to hit the iron pillar, she suddenly grabbed the hem of her skirt and spread it open. The faster Liuli threw her, the stronger the resistance as she spread her skirt. Just as she was about to hit the iron pillar, she stopped abruptly in front of it. Then, her body lost its footing and fell heavily downwards.

She was about to fall into the lake when she quickly raised a thin arm. A rope flew out of her sleeve with lightning speed and was quickly tied to the ropes course.

Then, she swung her body and quickly flew up to the rope course above.

But just as she was about to land on a rope, suddenly, the entire rope course emitted a loud creak. At the same time, the four iron posts supporting the rope course bent. Then, the entire rope course snapped in two under Liuli's force. She inwardly cursed, "Oh no!" and plunged into the water with a splash. Soon after, another splash followed, and Liuli also fell into the water.

"Liuli won!?" Seeing Li Bihui fall into the water first, Qinglong immediately clenched his fist.

"Liuli won?" Seeing that Liuli fell into the water a step later than Li Bihui, many people looked towards the lake in surprise.

However, the host did not announce Liuli's victory, but instead looked at Wang Yang on the stage with a questioning gaze. Xiao Haoren was very happy to see Li Bihui fall into the water first, and immediately said to Wang Yang, "Uncle, that bastard Li Bihui lost. I'll have the host announce Liuli's victory."

"If a person doesn't fall outside the ring, they don't lose," Wang Yang said, frowning.

"What!?" Upon hearing Wang Yang's words, Xiao Haoren's expression immediately changed drastically.

"Although I am the host of this martial arts tournament, and I also hope my daughter wins, I also want to be fair," Wang Yang said with a helpless smile.

"Damn, Li Bihui is really lucky." Somewhat unwilling, the good guy gritted his teeth.

On this side, after Li Bihui and Liuli fell into the water one after the other, they immediately started swimming. Li Bihui knew she had fallen in first, and a chill ran through her as she thought she had lost. But after waiting a while and not hearing the host announce the winner's name, she immediately understood.