PDLP Chapter 590 Is this about defeating the enemy, or defeating me?
Chapter 590 Is this about defeating the enemy, or defeating me?
When the burly man wielding the knife saw Zhuang Xiaoye come on stage, in order to boost his morale, he suddenly drew his sword, proudly brandished the blade, and loudly boasted.
"Old white-faced man, look carefully! This is the 'Broken Wave Blade,' forged by the renowned weapon master Madam Xue herself. It can cut a hair in two and slice through iron like mud! If you know what's good for you, you'd better jump down and admit defeat, lest I, with my indiscriminate swords, accidentally kill you and disqualify me from the competition!"
His words were extremely arrogant, with spittle flying everywhere, as he intended to completely overwhelm his opponent with his imposing manner.
However, Zhuang Xiaoye remained expressionless and slowly drew his sword.
The sword had an ancient design, and its blade even bore some dull rust. Compared to the opponent's "Broken Wave Blade," it was utterly lackluster.
With his sword in hand, he made a simple "please" gesture to the burly man, without any unnecessary movements.
"court death!"
Enraged by his disregard, the burly man roared and unleashed his most prized "Whirlwind Blade Technique." The blade flashed, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, and slashed down at Zhuang Xiaoye like Mount Tai pressing down!
Everyone thought Zhuang Xiaoye would dodge awkwardly or take the blow head-on, but to their surprise, he simply shifted his foot slightly and casually drew his long sword.
The first move involves the sword tip precisely striking the back of the blade with a skillful flick of the wrist.
With a crisp clang, the "Wave-Breaking Blade" snapped in two, one half flying out and embedding itself in the ground a short distance away.
The second move involves swinging the sword horizontally, which deflects the opponent's central defense, revealing an opening in the strong man's attack.
The third move is to take advantage of the moment when the opponent's old strength is exhausted and new strength has not yet been generated, and lightly touch the opponent's wrist holding the knife with the tip of the sword like a shooting star.
The burly man felt a sharp pain in his wrist, and his hand instantly split open, bleeding profusely. The remaining broken knife also fell to the ground.
The fourth move involves using the force of the sword to bounce back, delivering a powerful yet flexible strike to the opponent's chest.
He flew backward uncontrollably like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the ground outside the ring, kicking up a cloud of dust, and couldn't get up for a long time.
The whole process only took four moves.
The previously noisy audience fell into a deathly silence.
Many people didn't even see exactly what happened; they only saw the arrogant, burly man charge forward menacingly, then the knife broke, and he was sent flying...
Even the spectators who had been watching the other arenas were drawn to this sudden turn of events and turned to look at arena number three, wondering what had happened.
"Station Number Three, the People's Protection Alliance wins!"
A moment later, the disciple in charge of the judgment realized what was happening and announced it loudly.
Upon hearing this result, the crowd erupted in uproar, their discussions exploding like a boiling pot!
"What... what just happened? Am I seeing things?"
A swordsman rubbed his eyes and said.
"Who is that man? His martial arts are insane! Only four moves?"
The others looked on in disbelief, after all, this match had ended the fastest.
"Wait... The sword technique he used was simple yet deadly. Why does it look so familiar? It seems... it seems..."
While everyone was discussing this, Zhuang Xiaoye seemed to have done something insignificant: he silently sheathed his sword and walked off the stage expressionlessly.
"Xiaoye, you're amazing!"
Rakshasa immediately came forward, and without regard for others, straightened his already neat clothes, her fingertips lightly brushing his cuffs, and then she raised her hand to wipe away non-existent dust, her tone full of undisguised intimacy.
"Are you alright? That guy's slash just now looked pretty powerful. Did he try anything underhanded to ambush you?"
"Girl, you only have four moves to make, what kind of dirty tricks could you possibly use!"
The intimacy between Zhuang Xiaoye and Luosha caused many men who had spent years wandering the world alone to twitch at the corners of their eyes, their hearts filled with mixed feelings.
What kind of magical sect is this People's Protection Alliance? How come everyone, young and old, is always surrounded by beautiful women?!
Ming Jingxing strolled over slowly, patted Zhuang Xiaoye's shoulder forcefully, and his loud voice was filled with undisguised praise.
"Not bad, kid! You're pretty quick and efficient, you didn't let our People's Protection Alliance down! Well done!"
Zhuang Xiaoye bowed slightly, but his tone carried the strict requirements a martial artist has for their own skills.
"Senior Ming, you flatter me. I was actually a bit slow in dealing with my opponent just now, and I couldn't do it perfectly. Logically speaking, I should have subdued him within three moves. It was my carelessness."
He said this as if he were deliberately speaking to the onlookers; his voice wasn't loud, but it was enough for those with ears to hear him clearly.
"This...this is too arrogant! They actually think they're not winning fast enough?"
"The People's Protection Alliance is too arrogant! Do they really think people in the martial arts world are made of clay?"
A murmur of discussion immediately arose around them, with many feeling that Zhuang Xiaoye was far too arrogant.
Upon hearing this, Ming Jingxing nodded in deep agreement, his face full of an expression that said, "That's exactly how it should be."
"Did you hear that? You two brats! Get your act together!"
He turned to look at Hua Mu'an and Ling Xuzi beside him and said in a lecturing tone.
"The next match will be limited to three moves! If you can't defeat your opponent in more than three moves, then watch how I deal with you!"
Hua Mu'an and Ling Xuzi exchanged a glance, their eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.
Upon hearing this, Ming Jingxing coughed and continued speaking.
"If you can defeat the enemy in three moves, you can stay in Da Zhuang's room for an incense stick's time tonight..."
"Yes! I will obey your orders, senior!"
The two bowed in unison, eager to speak.
"Um, is this about defeating the enemy, or defeating me?"
Just as Bai Yue was silently complaining, she heard those who had defeated their enemies in three moves and couldn't help but look at them sideways, wondering to herself if all the members of the People's Protection Alliance were this arrogant.
When it was Hua Mu'an's turn to enter the arena, his opponent was a martial arts master known for his swift leg techniques, nicknamed "Wind Chaser Legs."
As soon as the man stepped onto the stage, he let out a loud shout, his legs spinning like windmills, carrying a sharp gust of wind, and kicked Hua Mu'an straight in the face. His move was fast and ruthless, causing the audience below to gasp in surprise.
Ke Hua Mu'an moved like a ghost, easily dodging the first kick.
Before his opponent could retract his move, he pointed his fingers like a sword and precisely struck the opponent's second leg joint as the opponent kicked.
The man felt a numbness in his knee, and half of his body felt weak and numb, causing his movements to freeze instantly.
Hua Mu'an's third move was simple and direct. He lightly struck out with his palm, seemingly powerless, but it contained profound internal strength and accurately imprinted on the opponent's chest.
Before the "Wind Chaser Kick" could even let out a scream, he was gently sent off the stage by the force, landing steadily on the ground, unable to recover for a long time.
The whole process was clean and efficient, exactly three moves!