Chapter 389 - 48: The Hardest vs. the Softest
On one side, Qin Gengyun was secretly feeling down, while on the other side, Mo Xiaolan was overwhelmed with unexpected attention.
The newly "officially announced" Wu Yiren had no reservations at all, snuggling up to him in front of the other disciples with a gentle smile, occasionally whispering to him.
Mo Xiaolan felt helpless inside, but in order to rescue Si Minglan, he had to play along with this princess, outwardly putting on the appearance of a tender and deep-hearted scoundrel.
The princess, raised in the greenhouse, had a taste for this act, sticking to him even more.
"Senior Brother Lan, we’re all staying at Danxia Peak tonight, let’s practice together?"
Mo Xiaolan said helplessly, "Junior Sister Wu, everyone is watching us."
Wu Yiren glared with her beautiful eyes, "Let them watch! We’re upright and forthright, what are we afraid of?"
Liu Su burst into laughter on the side, and Mo Xiaolan gave her a resentful look, blaming her bad idea!
Liu Su winked at her, Third Sister, bear with it for Si Minglan’s sake.
Mo Xiaolan felt uncomfortable, and the surrounding male disciples, seeing the princess getting cozy with him, felt even more uncomfortable. Someone shouted:
"Hey, you freeloader, it’s your turn!"
Sometimes that’s just human nature, everyone wants to be a freeloader, but if I can’t and you can, I’m definitely going to despise you and call you a freeloader.
Now Mo Xiaolan’s situation was just like this, hated by a group of people who failed to freeload, the double standards couldn’t be more obvious.
If these people knew that the one stealing their chance to freeload was actually a woman, who knows what their expressions would be.
"Senior Brother Lan, fight well, you’ll definitely win!"
Seeing Mo Xiaolan about to take the field, Wu Yiren clenched her small fists and encouraged him with a gentle face.
Liu Su, next to her, chimed in with a high-pitched voice, "Senior Brother Lan, you can do it~~"
Mo Xiaolan couldn’t be bothered with this guy, leaping into the arena. Facing him was a burly man with a square head and an almost square body.
"It’s Shi Ying, the hardest on Divinity Transformation Peak!"
The male disciples’ eyes lit up, watching with an eager anticipation.
"The hardest Shi Ying versus the softest freeloader!"
"This match is going to be interesting!"
"Senior Brother Shi, teach that freeloader a lesson!"
Before Qin Gengyun rose to prominence, Shi Ying was the top expert on Divinity Transformation Peak.
His Body Refining Technique was even stronger than the Inner Sect disciples, and he created his own body collision method as an attacking technique, moving like an iron mountain, unstoppable.
In the previous two matches, Shi Ying crushed his opponents in mere moments, leaving not even a trace on his body from any sword strikes.
It was evident how tough this person really was.
Now, with Young Master Lanyin facing off against the hardest Shi Ying, the enthusiasm of the Outer Sect disciples was piqued.
Of course, most people hoped Shi Ying would give that freeloader a good beating.
At that moment, Shi Ying looked at Mo Xiaolan with disdain, "I heard you’re friends with He Zhiqiu, birds of a feather flock together. I’ll let you have ten strikes."
He glanced at Qin Gengyun in the audience before finishing speaking.
Mo Xiaolan kindly advised, "Senior Brother Shi, ten strikes is too many."
Shi Ying chuckled, "Are you worried ten strikes won’t break my defense? Then how about twenty strikes? With that delicate face of yours, can you even swing twenty times?"
Laughter erupted around them, and someone teased:
"Senior Brother Shi is really putting Junior Brother Lan in a tough spot, pleasing women is fine, but his hands are probably way too soft! Hahaha!"
The more the failed freeloading male disciples laughed, the louder they got, but Mo Xiaolan remained very calm.
They were laughing at the freeloader Lanyin, what did it have to do with Mo Xiaolan?
She cupped her hands, "In that case, Senior Brother Shi, be careful."
With that, she drew her Long Sword, starting with a standard Supreme As-Heart Sword move. Then she lightly swung the Long Sword, sending a faint sword aura flying towards Shi Ying.
This sword aura wasn’t as fierce as Xu Caihe’s or Zhang Chen’s, nor did it compare to the strength of Zhang Ling. It floated gently in the air, looking more like a flower than a sword aura.
"Hahaha, he’s indeed a freeloader. He’s even made the Supreme As-Heart Sword seem so effeminate!"
The surrounding male disciples burst into laughter, and Shi Ying also showed disdain, arms crossed, standing leisurely.
Until the gentle sword aura flew close, Shi Ying’s expression suddenly changed. He let out a hey, body suddenly tense.
The sword aura collided with Shi Ying’s body with a loud bang.
The surrounding commotion stopped abruptly, everyone looked at Shi Ying.
He stood still, not even his clothes were damaged, the atmosphere immediately relaxed again.
"I told you, how could the freeloader break through Senior Brother Shi’s defense!"
"He couldn’t even tear through Senior Brother Shi’s clothes, so soft, hahaha!"
"It’s really all show and no go!"
In a burst of jeering laughter, Mo Xiaolan suddenly spoke, "Senior Brother Shi, are you alright?"
Shi Ying’s face flushed briefly, then he laughed, "Do I look like there’s something wrong?"
Mo Xiaolan gave a bland response, then once more swung her Long Sword, sending another light sword aura flying.
Under the contemptuous gaze of the crowd, the sword aura collided with Shi Ying’s body and quickly dissipated.
Again, not even the clothes were damaged.
Mo Xiaolan sheathed her sword, asking, "Senior Brother Shi, shall we continue?"
Shi Ying opened his mouth, "Continue!"
But his expression didn’t seem as relaxed as before.
Mo Xiaolan once again slashed out a sword aura. Shi Ying clenched his teeth, tensing his entire body as he received it with another bang.
Praise and ridicule erupted around them, "Senior Brother Shi is so strong!"
"Hahaha, freeloader, even if you chop all day, you can’t hurt a single hair on Senior Brother Shi! Just give up already!"
Mo Xiaolan admired Shi Ying, "Senior Brother Shi, your endurance is impressive, I admire you. Please take one more of my strikes."
"No..."
Shi Ying opened his mouth to speak, but Mo Xiaolan had already slashed a fourth sword aura, once again light and graceful, like a flower.
With a bang, the sword aura struck Shi Ying and quickly dissipated.
Mo Xiaolan sheathed her sword, bowed to Shi Ying, and turned to leave the arena.
The nearby disciples were all bewildered.
"What does this mean? The fight isn’t over yet, why is she leaving the arena?"
"What’s strange about it? She must have realized she couldn’t win and gave up!"
"She ran out of strength after just four strikes? So weak!"
"Couldn’t even tear Senior Brother Shi’s clothes, I’d be too embarrassed to keep fighting!"
"What a shame, so good-looking yet so useless. I wonder what the princess sees in him?"
The male disciples all laughed heartily.
That’s what you get for taking the princess, for freeloading!
Made a fool of yourself now, serves you right!
"Senior Brother Shi is still the toughest!"
"Now the princess knows who the real man is, right?"
Amid the chatter, the so-called "real man" by the male disciples, Shi Ying, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, rolled his eyes, and fell straight down.