430: Yang Lele: Am I awesome?

The boisterous arena gradually fell silent.

Some people looked up, their eyes blank, instinctively waving the flags in their hands.

Some had their mouths slightly agape, seemingly still unsure of what had happened.

Others instinctively wanted to pull out their phones to take photos and videos.

But only after reaching into their pockets did they realize they were inside the territory map, not in reality, so there were no phones.

“So what exactly is this gigantic thing?”

The clever ones had already raised their perspective, shifting their view to high altitude.

“This appearance… it feels a bit familiar…”

As the first whisper sounded, someone immediately went into national expletive mode.

“Isn’t this, his mother, the Commander of the Expeditionary Force?”

“Ah? The kids’ fight brought in a nuclear warhead?”

“Is it a big bullying a small, against a big bullying a small? Interesting.”

“Others are big in age, rising through seniority, but the Commander is truly big! His Martial Dao True Body is over three thousand meters tall.”

“How dare you! What Martial Soul True Body? That’s Martial Dao True Body, be careful of the God King’s mother entangling you if you speak nonsense!”

“Hehe, brothers, quickly zoom in on Zheng Fei and Grandmaster Zheng Xinglong’s expressions, they’re too funny!”

What expressions did the grandfather and grandson have?

Zheng Fei looked up at the sky, his mouth slightly open, looking as dazed as a village guardian.

His grandfather, Zheng Xinglong, was much the same.

Zheng Xinglong, summoned by Zheng Fei, skillfully manifested his Martial Dao True Body behind Zheng Fei, sighed, and then prepared to quickly finish the fight.

The matter of a big bullying a small was, after all, not glorious to speak of.

Especially doing such a thing under the gaze of all the Citizens, it made Zheng Xinglong’s sense of shame explode.

He hadn't dared to go online these past few months, fearing that as soon as he did, he would be teased by his old acquaintances.

‘Is it really necessary to lose Face to help your grandson secure his future?’

To say he didn't regret it would be a lie.

In the dead of night, Zheng Xinglong would always sigh towards the sky.

But since the deed was done, he could only go down this path to the end.

‘Forget it, after this is over, I’ll apply to go to the front lines and earn back this old Face.’

Sighing, Zheng Xinglong prepared to quickly end the proxy fight.

He locked onto his target and was about to use his Aura to pressure Yang Lele into surrendering, when he suddenly felt something was off.

“The first Martial Arts Competition was a ring match format, I never heard that the terrain would change.”

Blinking as he looked at the cliff dozens of meters high behind Yang Lele, Zheng Xinglong suddenly thought of something, and stiffly raised his head, looking up at the sky.

“Such a huge Martial Dao True Body?”

“That cliff dozens of meters high, is it a shoelace?”

He gestured with his hand, comparing his own Martial Dao True Body, which was about ten meters tall, to the other's shoe surface, which was dozens of meters high. Zheng Xinglong’s mind buzzed.

‘When I saw Mo Yuntao, Director of the Martial Security Bureau after my Breakthrough two months ago, Mo Yuntao, Director of the Martial Security Bureau seemed to say that Commander of the Expeditionary Force Yang Dian had a younger sister in high school.’

‘What grade was she in?’

Zheng Xinglong looked at Yang Lele somewhat blankly for a moment, then blankly raised his head again, looking at the giant Face looking down at him from over three thousand meters in the sky.

Back and forth several times, although it was a Martial Dao True Body condensed from Qi and blood, he still unconsciously swallowed his saliva.

‘Third year of high school?’

‘The Commander of the Expeditionary Force is surnamed Yang, and his hometown is Fuzhou City.’

‘That little girl opposite is also surnamed Yang, and is also from Fuzhou City.’

‘Both are from Fucheng High School…’

‘Things couldn't be that coincidental, could they?’

“Hehe,” Zheng Xinglong laughed somewhat nervously:

“It's over.”

“Not only will I lose Face this time, but I won't even get any substance.”

Zheng Xinglong fell into despair, but the audience on the stage was already hyped.

“Damn it, I knew the Martial Arts Competition official wouldn't just let people exploit loopholes!”

“I misunderstood the official, the ‘life always has many unexpected surprises’ they spoke of, turns out it was this kind of surprise.”

“Yang Lele / Commander: Unexpected, surprising?”

“I feel like the Commander should have come out during the finals, to let Zheng Fei fall into despair when he was closest to hope.”

“Zheng Xinglong is a Martial Arts Grandmaster after all, how does it feel like he's going to be played with until he breaks?”

“Losing Face and losing substance, and then being hung up and beaten by the Commander in public, isn’t that going to make him break?”

“Hung up and beaten? You overestimate him! I feel like the Commander only needs to gently blow a breath, and he can turn Zheng Xinglong to dust.”

“A Martial Dao True Body a thousand zhang high, when will I ever have such strength?”

“A true man should be like this, I also need to Cultivate well, and strive to show my might before others one day!”

Countless chaotic voices finally converged into desperate shouts. Yang Lele clenched her fists, raised her arm and bumped it in front of her:

“Big brother, you help me beat up that old geezer Zheng Xinglong, Zheng Fei is mine, today I'll make him see how red the flowers are!”

Before her words fell, Yang Lele had already transformed into a black shadow, and as Zheng Xinglong's Face twitched, she punched Zheng Fei, who was still questioning life, in the Face.

“Taste my powerful flying punch!”

“Oh ho~”

Just as Yang Lele's fist landed on Zheng Fei's Face, a large tooth flew out of Zheng Fei's mouth and he was sent flying backward. At that moment, a chorus of cheers erupted from the stands.

People always put themselves in the shoes of the underdog, and then hope for justice to be served.

Zheng Fei summoning Zheng Xinglong's Martial Dao projection to participate in the competition, wasn't that breaking fairness and winning by cheating?

Now that fairness was being upheld, the people who had put themselves in the shoes of the underdog naturally cheered.

Yang Lele, who was already a bit of a show-off, heard the crowd's cheers and fought even more vigorously.

She pushed aside Zheng Fei's instinctive counterattack, rotated her body to the right to dissipate the force, and extended her right palm along the inside of her left arm. Her fingers formed a tiger's claw, and she used the momentum to smash it into Zheng Fei's ribs.

“Crack~”

As the sound of bone breaking rang out, Yang Lele also chanted in a chuunibyou manner:

“Taste my Hun Yuan Strength again, Yin and Yang rotation!”

Looking at Zheng Fei's pained and blank eyes, she snorted lightly, grabbed Zheng Fei's arm, pulled him towards her, disrupted Zheng Fei's balance, then raised her foot and stomped hard on Zheng Fei's toes.

While Zheng Fei's Face instantly turned a pig-liver color, she also turned her body and leaned forward, her left shoulder simultaneously rising, like a giant hammer striking Zheng Fei's heart.

“Taste my Hun Yuan Strength again, Soft Cloud Collapse Thunder!”

“Bang~”

Yang Lele's voice rang out on the stage simultaneously with the impact sound.

Zheng Fei, who had suffered a fatal injury, rolled like a broken rag doll dozens of meters away, his body twitching, seemingly on the verge of breathing his last.

Having finished her work, Yang Lele put her hands on her hips and looked up at Yang Dian:

“Big brother, am I fierce?”

Yang Dian raised his hand, five-colored light swirling in his palm, and clapped at Zheng Xinglong from a distance.

A bottomless, five-fingered abyss silently appeared on the stage, and Yang Dian's voice also sounded in Yang Lele's ear:

“Not bad, but still a little lacking.”

“When you can take this slap from me, then you can be proud.”