Martial Arts: I Have Diligence Reward System-Chapter 491 - 192: Sofa Throne, Love Letter in the Arena_4
Lin Dongqi didn’t look pleased.
"Old Liu should have a clue, trust him on this.
"My son-in-law is here too, but unfortunately, he still hasn’t broken through to the third rank, so he can’t participate."
Mu Jingliang chuckled.
"No worries, it’s just a match after all."
Liu Yizhou shook his head as well.
...
Late at night, every street in Nanwu was packed, barbecue stalls were shrouded in smoke, and crayfish were climbing weakly inside the water tanks.
West Martial students also gathered together, listening to Bai Xiaolong recount the battle details, while Su Yue sat on a small stool, laughing and joking around.
Next to him, Mu Cheng kept peeling shrimp.
Mu Cheng was about to lose it.
I’m the captain of the West Martial Team, the president of the student union, and yet I’m here peeling shrimp for Su Yue.
Have I been possessed by a ghost?
Stop.
Mu Cheng wanted to throw the shrimp shells at Su Yue’s face.
But his hands wouldn’t obey, continuing to peel shrimp for Su Yue.
How could he be so spineless?
The reason Su Yue gave was absurd to the extreme, he said his fingernail was injured, so he couldn’t peel shrimp.
Mu Cheng found it strange.
A second rank Martial Artist, with an injured fingernail, could it be that painful?
"Dip it in some soy sauce."
Su Yue reminded.
Mu Cheng wanted to kick him to death.
"During the finals, be careful, if I’m not competing this year, God might be angry with you all, just concede if necessary.
"If you get bitten by a bug and end up with a scar, it wouldn’t be worth the loss."
Bai Xiaolong held a crayfish in his hand, but seeing Mu Cheng peeling shrimp for Su Yue, he angrily threw the crayfish away.
They’re all men, why is there such a huge difference?
Can’t go on living.
"Senior Brother Bai, do you think Feng Jiajia really likes you, be careful you might be taken to Miaojiang Village as a captive son-in-law."
Everyone teased Bai Xiaolong.
Thinking back to Bai Xiaolong’s legendary love letter from last year, people still considered it a miraculous comeback.
"Hmph, if Feng Jiajia dares to take me, I’ll castrate myself with a knife."
Bai Xiaolong’s face was full of terror.
Going to that bug-infested Miaojiang Village as a son-in-law?
I’d rather be a eunuch.
Maybe by chance, I could even find a supreme martial technique, like the Exorcism Sword Manual or something.
"Senior, Senior Brother Bai... shh, look behind you."
At some point, the barbecue stall fell eerily silent.
Peng Guyu quietly reminded Bai Xiaolong.
Gulp.
Bai Xiaolong swallowed hard.
He stiffened his neck and turned around.
In that moment, he saw God.
"Uh, hi there, beautiful..."
Bai Xiaolong awkwardly greeted.
Damn it.
What a narrow path for enemies to meet.
Behind Feng Jiajia was a group from the Nanwu Team, probably also here for a late-night snack.
Everyone was a Martial Artist, their only requirement for food was that it tasted good, not really caring about nutrition or side effects anymore.
"I heard someone wants to be a eunuch?
"Bai Xiaolong, you posted on the Martial Arts Network boasting high and mighty that if you don’t break through to Grandmaster before graduation, you’d castrate yourself with a knife.
"I, Feng Jiajia, commend you for being a man.
"When the graduation season comes at the end of June, I’ll be at West Martial to see you, if you haven’t reached Grandmaster, I’ll be the witness of your self-castration."
Feng Jiajia spoke with a frosty expression, clearly articulating each word.
"Uh... just kidding..."
"Let’s go!"
Bai Xiaolong tried to explain, but Feng Jiajia brushed past him with a cold face.
"Oh, Su Yue, why don’t you even have chopsticks, is West Martial neglecting you, want to come to Nanwu for a bite?"
Wang Lu Feng rushed over, bouncing around.
Su Yue seemed to be having a rough time at West Martial, not even a bowl or chopsticks in front of him, without even a single crayfish shell, appearing reluctant to eat.
Quite fitting though.
Being the number one in Wuda, as well as the president of the West Martial student union, Su Yue being a bit reserved was expected.
So pitiful though.
However.
The next second, he saw West Martial’s Mu Cheng peel a shrimp and feed it to Su Yue, also thoughtfully dipping it in soy sauce.
Pft.
Wang Lu Feng felt like he was pierced by thousands of arrows.
In that instant, he felt a ton of critical hits.
Mu Cheng.
She’s reputed as the most beautiful girl in Wuda, and also the student union president.
"Anyone in Nanwu to peel shrimp for me? My fingernail hurts, can’t do it myself."
Su Yue asked blankly.
"That’s Mu Cheng’s boyfriend, doesn’t seem that impressive."
A girl from Nanwu whispered.
"Oh wow... the goddess is peeling crayfish, the dog man should go eat toenails, he’d be thrown into a grill with scallions, and finally be served as an All-Dezaju Roast Duck... oh, so infuriating."
Liu Huanong shook his head, full of sighs.
Feng Jiajia also glanced at Su Yue thoughtfully.
He should be a second rank.
But she sensed an inexplicable threat from Su Yue.
It’s a very strange situation.
Feng Jiajia practiced incredible martial techniques, so her sixth sense was much sharper, her intuition about danger was generally very accurate.
Is Mu Cheng’s little boyfriend really that formidable?
Weird.
"Su Yue, next time you see Gong Ling, put in a good word for me, don’t let Liao Ji that brat get a jump start."
Before leaving, Wang Lu Feng came over to say.
In the meantime, he snatched a few of the largest crayfish from the table.
"Su Yue, your old classmate isn’t being fair."
Everyone looked at Wang Lu Feng.
"He’s a fool, not right in the head."
Su Yue smiled helplessly.
...
The next day’s competition quietly came to an end.
After the quarterfinals, even the four major Martial Arts Academies had their main team members take the stage, especially during the final 16-strong showdown, which was exceedingly brilliant and bustling.
As the night was about to fall, the eight final competing teams were finally selected.
Nanwu, West Martial, North Martial, South Martial.
Military Academy, Feng Martial, Yawu, Haowu.
As everyone predicted, there were no big surprises among the eight final teams.
Amidst the anticipation of all, the captains of the eight final teams took the stage to draw lots.
The first match:
West Martial vs. A-Class Yawu.
It’s hardly challenging, with Mu Cheng potentially taking on two at once, allowing Du Jing’s Book to enter second to experience the finals atmosphere, even if Du Jing’s Book loses, West Martial’s main team can still hold the fort with a fourth rank.
The second match: North Martial vs. Haowu.
North Martial, like West Martial, drew a favorable matchup.
With the North Martial return duo, Haowu stands no chance, last night, Xu Baiyan and Yang Lezhi even sought out Su Yue.
Xu Baiyan was quite satisfied with Mu Cheng as a sister-in-law, but expressed that there would be no holding back during the matches.
The third match:
Nan Martial vs. Military Academy.
Everyone believes Nan Martial is bound to win.
But the Warring States Military Academy is not weak; forcing Nan Martial to reveal their trump card in the quarterfinals could be a nice advantage for the subsequent teams.
Nan Martial doesn’t mind.
This time they’re participating, stopping at nothing.
The Warring States Military Academy cares even less.
They don’t care about winning or losing, being defeated by the strongest is considered a good outcome.
The fourth match:
South Martial vs. Feng Martial.
This is also a favorable matchup, as South Martial is the weakest, and Feng Martial, ranking low among the A-Class top three, is also at the bottom.
Tian Hongwei watched Wang Lu Feng from afar.
He hoped that during the semifinals, South Martial could draw against Nan Martial.
At that time, he can publicly challenge Wang Lu Feng.
After all, Nan Martial will definitely lose, and the match will focus on spectacle, giving him this opportunity.
Looking at the quarterfinal match list, the stadium was in uproar.
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