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Under the sunlight, several disciples from the martial arts hall surrounded Ma Yang, mocking him mercilessly.
I had just seen Senior Sister Shu with that little face, and I couldn't help but click my tongue. It was like a toad trying to eat swan meat, completely unaware of its own limitations! If I were him, I would have been too ashamed to show my face and would have run away!
Seriously, how could he compare to Ma Shixiong, even just a finger? It was only because Senior Sister Shu was bewitched that she took a liking to him!
Hmph, it must be that little brat's slick tongue that has fooled Senior Sister Shu into being so devoted to him!
In my opinion, Ma Shixiong should teach that kid a good lesson! After the fight, Senior Sister Shu will surely realize who the truly outstanding man is!
That's right, Shixiong, you must stand up for our Miaochun Valley! As the young master of the valley, how could Senior Sister Shu let a disciple from the Xiaoyao Sect steal her away?
The more Ma Yang listened, the angrier he became.
He had initially felt a bit inferior upon hearing about their romantic stroll, but after hearing his junior brothers' boasts, his confidence soared.
From a distance, he caught sight of Qi Xiao and Shu Qingyao walking side by side, and his face darkened even more.
He stood up abruptly, cracking his knuckles ominously, his gaze fierce as if he wanted to poke a hole in Qi Xiao.
How could such a frail kid dare to compete with him? He was determined to make that brat regret it!
From afar, their eyes met in an unspoken challenge, sparks flying between them.
Qi Xiao flashed him a bright smile and leaned in to whisper to Shu Qingyao.
"Is that the big oaf?"
Shu Qingyao shot him an annoyed glance and sighed in response.
As they approached, Ma Yang flexed his muscles and growled menacingly, "Kid, do you dare to have a match with me?"
Qi Xiao maintained his smile and replied, "Well, if I win, you can't bother Miss Shu anymore."
Hearing Qi Xiao refer to her as "Miss Shu," Ma Yang felt a pang of jealousy. "I won’t lose! If you have the guts, come at me!"
He then gazed deeply at Shu Qingyao and declared, "Qingyao, even if you don't like me yet, I will prove to you who is the true man worthy of your trust!"
Soon enough, a crowd of disciples gathered around the martial arts stage to watch the spectacle unfold.
"Hey, who do you think will win?"
"I'm betting on Ma Shixiong! Although this Xiaoyao Sect disciple looks good, he’s just not built to take on Ma Shixiong!"
"Hmph! I heard this guy was once a disciple of the Cold Shadow Master; who knows who will win or lose?"
"Why are you all chattering so much? Just watch!" I bet there will be a winner within fifty rounds.
The crowd below was buzzing with excitement, which only made Ma Yang feel more confident.
"Qi Shidi, you better be prepared. If you lose later, don’t come crying to me," he taunted.
Qi Xiao smiled lightly. "You should be the one to take that advice! And don’t call me Shidi; we’re not related, so why act like brothers?"
Ma Yang's expression darkened. "Hmph! I won’t give up until I reach the Yellow River. I’ll knock you down and make you lose all hope!"
Qi Xiao beckoned him with a finger, adopting a provocative stance as if to say, "Come at me!"
Unable to withstand the provocation, Ma Yang let out a low growl, his legs planted firmly on the ground as his energy surged through his body. The muscles in his arms bulged impressively, showcasing his strength.
With pride, Ma Yang declared, "You better be ready for this punch!"
Qi Xiao glanced at him with a dismissive smirk. "Your energy is unstable; flaunting your drug-induced strength is pointless." He slowly drew his sword, his voice low and steady. "Who wins or loses is still uncertain."
"Hmph! You’re asking for it!" Ma Yang roared as he charged forward, throwing a powerful punch that Qi Xiao narrowly dodged by sidestepping. In response, Qi Xiao countered with a swift strike of his sword, causing the audience to erupt in cheers.
"Go, Brother Ma! You can’t lose to this little face!"
"That sword move was so cool! I want to learn it too!"
Watching the fierce battle on stage, Shu Qingyao stood up straight, her heart filled with worry as she bit her lip. Although she believed in Qi Xiao’s abilities, Ma Yang seemed significantly stronger after not seeing him for just a few days.
Several times, Ma Yang's fists grazed dangerously close to Qi Xiao's vital points. If Qi Xiao had been even slightly slower in dodging, he would have faced serious injury or worse.
Shu Qingyao even regretted bringing Qi Xiao as a shield.
On stage, Ma Yang was panting heavily, sweat pouring down his face. He focused intently on the figure before him but couldn’t discern its true form. Just when he thought he had locked onto it, the figure split into multiple identical images.
"Damn it! Which one is real?"
Unable to tell them apart, Ma Yang decided to test them with his fists. He swung wildly but only struck at the illusions that danced around him. The figure moved gracefully like a feather, evading him effortlessly; each time Ma Yang closed in slightly, it would shift positions and create more distance between them.
Every time, just one step away.
Salty sweat trickled down from Ma Yang's forehead, stinging his eyes. He wiped his sweat with his arm, watching Qi Xiao employ the same old tricks, luring him to attack before effortlessly retreating. Gritting his teeth, he nearly burst into a tirade.
Just a little more, always just a little more!
Was this kid deliberately toying with him? The way he brazenly controlled the distance was not combat; it was a one-sided mockery!
A furious roar echoed across the training platform. Qi Xiao, I will definitely kill you!
Qi Xiao stood on the railing, digging at his ears with a hint of exasperation. "No need to shout so loudly; I can hear you."
Ma Yang let out a cold laugh and seized the moment when Qi Xiao paused to respond, launching an attack aimed directly at his face. But just as he was about to land the blow, it felt as if he heard a distant bell toll, and he watched helplessly as Qi Xiao floated away right in front of him.
Snapping back to reality, Ma Yang bellowed in rage, "I will definitely take you down! I will definitely take you down!"
Qi Xiao rolled his eyes at the repetitive phrases. "Can you come up with something fresher?"
Ma Yang choked on his words, embarrassment flashing across his face. It was one thing for the other party to mock him; now he was being openly ridiculed?
This Qi Xiao, he would turn him into minced meat!
Ma Yang focused intently on the situation, ready to pounce at any opening. Although he knew that in the next moment Qi Xiao would likely use that strange method to evade again, seeing the distance between them closing made him secretly rejoice.
Closer and closer! Next time, he would surely hit that damned brat!
As Ma Yang grew more excited with each passing moment on the platform, dreaming of imminent victory, the crowd below fell into an eerie silence. At that moment, Qi Xiao stood calmly at the edge of the stage while Ma Yang spun around wildly, throwing punches and wearing a foolish grin.
"Haha! I've got you now! You little brat, die!"
From the audience, someone weakly remarked, "Isn't Brother Ma's eyesight a bit off?"
Hearing this, Shu Qingyao couldn't help but cover her mouth and burst into laughter.
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