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Chapter Twenty-Five: If You Don't Accept It, Fight
A blue figure soared down onto the Training Ground Arena, and it was Zhang Lan. He was a disciple chosen by Elder Ling, hailing from the Fourth Realm. Among all of Elder Ling's selected disciples, he was the only one to make it into the top ten.
Soon after, a purple figure gracefully descended into the Arena.
"Wow, it's a girl. Finally, one of the Top Ten Disciples is a female."
"Let me see how she looks."
As the only woman among the Top Ten Disciples, Miaomiao attracted countless gazes. She wore a Purple Dress that accentuated her graceful figure. With delicate features and fair skin, her bright eyes sparkled with liveliness, captivating everyone around her.
She slightly pursed her lips, revealing two shallow dimples on her face, showcasing her playful and lively side. With a smile that seemed both coy and inviting, she exuded an enchanting charm.
"Oh my, she's truly a stunning beauty."
"She's so exquisitely beautiful; how could anyone bear to lay a hand on her?"
"…"
Zhang Lan gazed at Lin Miaomiao before him, feeling somewhat entranced. It was his first time encountering such a Peerless Woman; she seemed like a fairy descended from the heavens.
"Zhang Lan, keep your wits about you," Elder Ling admonished from the side. As the only disciple selected, Elder Ling held great expectations for him. If he could defeat this Lin Miaomiao and place in the top five, it would break Elder Ling's record for selected disciples.
Zhang Lan shook his head to clear his thoughts and politely clasped his hands together. "I am Zhang Lan; I hope Junior Sister Lin will show mercy."
Lin Miaomiao replied with a smile, "If you had called me Senior Sister, perhaps I would have spared you this time. Unfortunately, you made a mistake as soon as you opened your mouth."
Hearing this, Zhang Lan's expression darkened. He had approached her, a mere woman, with good intentions and polite words, only to be met with such disdain. "You're a woman, so I'll let you strike first," he said.
"If I strike first, you won't even have a chance to retaliate. Think it over," Lin Miaomiao kindly reminded him.
Zhang Lan's irritation grew stronger. "Then I won't hold back," he replied impatiently.
With that, Zhang Lan made his move. However, considering that she was a frail woman who had been chosen purely by luck, he decided not to use too much force. If he struck too hard, he might not be favored by the Inner Sect Elder.
Miaomiao quietly watched as Zhang Lan attacked, knowing he wasn't using his full strength. She couldn't help but let out a sigh.
With that sigh, Miaomiao made her move. She simply extended her right hand, unleashing her most powerful martial arts technique: the Angry Dragon Fist.
The Angry Dragon Fist that Miaomiao executed was the same technique Lin Feng had used in the Beastly Forest, yet the results were entirely different.
Lin Feng's Angry Dragon Fist was fierce and dominant, while Miaomiao's version flowed like a dragon swimming through the sea.
A faint sound of Dragon Roar echoed as a dull thud followed. Before Zhang Lan could even reach Miaomiao, he was struck by a terrifying surge of Vital Energy and sent flying backward, landing outside the Arena.
Miaomiao had held back considerably in her attack; thus, Zhang Lan wasn't seriously injured. However, being outside the Arena meant defeat.
Zhang Lan looked at himself and then at the Training Ground Arena with confusion, completely unaware of what had just happened. If he had been knocked out of the Arena by her, why hadn’t he sustained any injuries?
Though puzzled, he sensed something was amiss and declared, "I refuse to accept this."
The Head Elder observed everything clearly and couldn't help but look at Miaomiao with admiration. He didn't glance at Zhang Lan but directly announced, "Lin Miaomiao wins."
"This girl is not bad," the Inner Sect Elder spoke for the first time, having never uttered a word before.
"Go find out who chose this girl. I will pay her a visit tonight," another elder instructed his disciple beside him.
"The results of the competition haven't even been announced yet, and you're already anxious? Let's wait until she finishes her match with Meng Kuo," said the Inner Sect Elder dressed in a white Dao Robe.
"I refuse to accept this. I want a rematch. I didn't use my full strength earlier; she ambushed me. This was an underhanded tactic... she... she's despicable..." Zhang Lan grew increasingly agitated, becoming somewhat incoherent.
"What nonsense are you shouting? Who brought this disciple here? Such a lack of understanding of the rules!" the Head Elder asked sternly.
"Please don't blame me, Elder. I'll have him come down right away," Elder Ling immediately walked toward Zhang Lan, intending to pull him down.
"Elder, she used trickery... I refuse to accept this..." Zhang Lan looked disgruntled, feeling that Lin Miaomiao had taken advantage of the situation.
Watching all of this unfold, Lin Feng revealed a playful smile and murmured, "Dare to call Miaomiao despicable? This kid is in for trouble."
Just as Lin Feng finished speaking, Miaomiao on the Arena spoke up: " Head Elder, I request that he be allowed to return for a rematch."
"Is it necessary?" the Head Elder asked.
Miaomiao nodded and replied, "The selection of Inner Sect Disciples is a grand event for Solitary Moon City. I advanced based on luck myself. If we don't allow them to lose convincingly, it may lead to rumors that we are unfair in our dealings."
"That does make some sense. It is granted," the Head Elder said before stepping back and clearing the arena.
"Very well."
Zhang Lan stepped onto the Arena once again, this time no longer viewing his opponent as a mere woman. As he entered, he unleashed all his Cultivation, the Fourth Realm Vital Energy radiating outward like ripples on water. He aimed to win this round decisively.
Just as Zhang Lan was preparing to strike, Miaomiao moved. Her figure was so swift that it left Zhang Lan dizzy; the purple silhouette danced around him, and the sound of slaps echoed continuously.
This sound persisted for a while. After a brief moment, the purple figure came to a halt. She no longer paid attention to Zhang Lan in the Arena but instead walked directly down to Lin Feng's side.
The crowd was bewildered. Was that how it ended? Throughout the encounter, Zhang Lan had stood motionless. As they looked closer, uproarious laughter erupted.
Hahaha...
Everyone laughed heartily, doubling over with laughter until their stomachs hurt.
Zhang Lan in the Arena had turned into a sight to behold, his face resembling that of a pig's head—bruised and swollen, with numerous handprints scattered across his cheeks.
"Damn, so the slapping sounds were actually from her hands."
"Turns out Zhang Lan just stood there and got slapped for an entire tea break?"
"He must be completely dazed; he's still standing there like an idiot."
Hahaha...
The laughter continued, growing louder as more people chimed in with their comments.
The Head Elder stepped onto the Arena and said in a deep voice, "Who brought this fool? Get him down now!"
"Yes, yes, I'm coming right away." Elder Ling revealed an awkward smile and hurriedly went to clean up the mess.
Lin Feng couldn't help but grin widely, saying, "Indeed, there's truth in the old sayings."
"What old saying?" Miaomiao asked.
"Don't offend anyone, but especially not women," Lin Feng sighed dramatically.
"That's right! So you better behave and not offend me. Otherwise..." Miaomiao extended her right hand and made a slapping motion.
"Oh no, I'm so scared," Lin Feng played along.
"You sound so disgusting," Miaomiao laughed, her earlier displeasure completely gone.
"Next match: Lin Feng versus Zhu Shan," the Head Elder announced.
Lin Feng stepped up to face a fourth-level Cultivator. Without activating his Foundation, he was evenly matched. However, once he opened his Foundation to the first level, the disparity became immediately apparent.
Except for Lin Feng, almost everyone neglected physical training. If they abandoned their Cultivation, their Physical Strength wouldn't be much stronger than that of ordinary fighters. With Cultivation activated, a first-level practitioner could exhibit five thousand pounds of strength, a second-level could show ten thousand pounds, a third-level could reach fifteen thousand pounds, and a fourth-level could demonstrate twenty thousand pounds. This was generally the case, with exceptions for special individuals.
If they knew that Lin Feng could achieve twenty thousand pounds of strength purely through physical prowess, it would likely shatter their understanding.
Lin Feng's victory in this match was expected by everyone. He was the dark horse of this Inner Disciple Competition, repeatedly defeating higher Foundation Cultivators with his lower Foundation, which was truly astonishing. However, everyone believed that his limit was fourth-level combat power and that he would surely lose against fifth-level opponents.
As today's matches gradually came to an end, another popular contender for the championship emerged—Lin Miaomiao. She was seen as a rival to Meng Kuo and even regarded as superior to him in the eyes of the Inner Sect Elders.
After the top five were announced, the elders continued to draw lots to determine the matches for the next day's competition. Tomorrow would also be the final day of the Inner Disciple Competition. Among the five, one would receive a bye. The top five were Lin Feng, Lin Miaomiao, Meng Kuo, Shen Yumen, and Liang Banshan.
Among them, Lin Feng was the weakest in cultivation, being at the Dual Realm, a surprising dark horse. The second weakest was Liang Banshan, who was at the fifth level of Foundation.
The disciples chosen by Lin Yun and Fei Ze had an equal number in the top five. The upcoming matches were crucial. Lin Yun prayed again, "Oh, God, bless me. Let Lin Feng receive a bye and let Lin Miaomiao face Shen Yumen."
This was the outcome Lin Yun most hoped for. It would ensure that two of his chosen disciples would be among the top three. As for first place, even if Meng Kuo took it, he would still have the advantage in numbers.
The results of the drawing soon came out.
Liang Banshan received a bye, Lin Feng would face Shen Yumen, and Lin Miaomiao would compete against Meng Kuo.
"What? This is a complete disaster!" Lin Yun found it hard to bear and felt his head suddenly go dark, nearly fainting from shock.
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