151: Chapter 151 I think I still love her...

Amidst the sea of roses covering the arena, a massive black semi-spherical sphere pulsed with an indescribable black semi-liquid.

Standing before the black sphere was a disheveled, white-haired youth in white robes, his face constantly flickering between expressions of reluctance and determination.

"So, the winner has been decided, hasn't it?" a sweet, husky voice emerged from the lightning sphere.

[Water-Dirty Lightning] blossomed like blooming flowers, only to be absorbed into Mia's body. The [Profane Holy Nail * Pseudo] floating behind her head had already fully charged five nails.

Zhang Lingyu's true Qi was exhausted, and he collapsed to the ground. He had never seen such beautiful [Water-Dirty Lightning]...

Mia hurriedly dispelled the negative effects of [Charm] and [Lust Poison].

Placing her fingers on his neck, she felt that Zhang Lingyu's poisoning hadn't reached an irreversible stage, and she patted her chest in relief...

"In this match, the winner is Mia!"

The referee decisively announced the winner of the match.

As Mia helped the rescue Taoists lift Zhang Lingyu onto the stretcher, he turned his head and said to Mia, "Thank you... I think, I still love her."

Mia gave him a sweet smile, "Congratulations on finding yourself, and finding that 'her' in your heart..."

The referee's voice was still drifting in the air when a golden, glittering figure darted out from the other end of the arena—

"Sister Mia, you don't look tired. Why don't we just finish the final today? You're already beating one person, beating two shouldn't be a big deal, right?"

The entire audience fell silent.

This guy's strategy for the final was actually—start fighting immediately while the winner of the previous match hadn't recovered yet?!

Mia tilted her head, looking at Zhang Chulan, who was sprinting towards her. She suddenly chuckled, nodded, then shook her head, "Fine!! As long as Longhu Mountain and the Celestial Master agree, little Chu Lan~ Big Sister here... loves bullying honest kids the most!"

The Celestial Master on the viewing platform didn't speak. The referee glanced at the Celestial Master, who nodded. The referee looked at the panting Zhang Chulan, who had just returned from fleeing for his life, and announced through gritted teeth, "Luotian Grand Ceremony final, Zhang Chulan versus Mia!"

The next second—

"What is this smell? So fragrant..."

"Wait! Why is my Qi not circulating properly?"

"Cover your nose and mouth quickly!"

In the center of the arena, the small devil wings behind Mia flapped gently, suspending her in mid-air. Pink mist swirled around her graceful figure, adding a touch of Charm to her appearance.

Zhang Chulan's pupils dilated: "This is... 'Mist of Lust'?"

Mia's unique voice came from the mist: "Chu Lan~"

This call seemed to have magic, making the hair on Zhang Chulan's body stand on end, "Last time we sparred, I remember you making Sister Baoer fake her death to deceive everyone, I've been keeping that in mind~"

Fine beads of sweat seeped from Zhang Chulan's forehead. He instinctively stepped back, his soles scraping against the ground, making a harsh sound: "Wait! That was a strategic retreat between Sister Baoer and me, it doesn't count..."

The mist suddenly dissipated, and Mia's figure appeared clearly before his eyes. She tilted her head, her slender index finger gently tapping her red lips, a dangerous light flashing in her eyes: "Now that Sister Baoer isn't here to help you, guess how I'm going to deal with you?"

"Smack!"

A loud slap echoed across the empty arena. Zhang Chulan's head was whipped to the side by the force, and he stumbled back three steps before steadying himself. A clear palm print slowly emerged on his left cheek, and the skin swelled up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"This one is for the audience who were played around by you." Mia shook her slightly reddened palm, her tone as light as if she were discussing today's weather.

After a long while, Cang Long tremblingly took out his notebook and recorded: "Shocking! Shameless Zhang actually encountered dimensional reduction strikes in the final!!"

"You..." Zhang Chulan covered his burning face, tears almost streaming out, "You slapped my face?!"

Mia shook her hand, looking disgusted: "Your skin is so thick, it made my hand hurt."

Zhang Chulan only felt half his face burning with pain, tears almost streaming out: "Wait! I wasn't ready yet..."

"Smack!"

Another slap came from the right side, and this time he was spun around in place.

"This one is for the reputation of Longhu Mountain." Mia's smile became even sweeter, "As a descendant of the Celestial Masters Mansion, faking death and playing the victim, do you think that's appropriate?"

Zhang Chulan's cheeks were swollen on both sides, and he turned to the referee's table, teary-eyed: "Referee! Why is she only hitting the face?! This..."

The referee turned around expressionlessly, holding back laughter: "This match uses no-holds-barred fighting rules... as long as it's not fatal, it's within the rules."

Old Master Lu Jin in the audience laughed out loud: "Well hit! This little bastard deserves a good lesson!"

"I agree!" Wang Ai slapped his thigh and laughed, then realizing it was inappropriate, he coughed twice, pretending to be serious.

Inside the arena, Mia flexed her wrists and slowly approached Zhang Chulan: "Chu Lan, aren't you very good at faking death?" She tilted her head, her eyes curving into crescent moons, "Come on, act out a real one for big sister today~"

"Ahhhh!" He was finally enraged, golden light erupting from his body, "Lightning Flash · Sky-Breaking Slash!"

He transformed into a golden bolt of lightning and rushed towards Mia, but—

"Thump!"

A standard prostration posture, sliding directly to Mia's feet.

Mia calmly retracted the foot she had extended to step on Zhang Chulan's head: "Eh? It's not even the New Year yet, why are you bowing so deeply?"

In the audience, the cigarette in Xu Si's mouth fell directly onto his crotch: "Holy shit! Did that girl just use Qi to trip him? Is she even human?!"

Xu San covered his forehead: "No... Zhang Chulan is just too weak..."

Zhang Chulan was teary-eyed and just about to crawl up when Mia stepped on his back: "Be good, lie down."

The next half hour became the darkest half hour in the history of Longhu Mountain.

The Qi Body Source Flow that Zhang Chulan activated with all his might was completely suppressed by the [Fallen Holy Nail] floating behind Mia.

"Seven Deadly Sins · Nail of Sloth. It wasn't in vain for Zhang Lingyu's efforts, you can be proud, Chu Lan! Remember to thank your little martial uncle when you have time."

Instantly, the golden light on Zhang Chulan's body extinguished, and he went limp on the ground, his eyes vacant: "Ah... suddenly feel... so tired..."

"Waaa—"

"Ah! Don't hit the face!"

"Help! Murdering my own little brother!"

The screams came one after another, making everyone in the audience twitch.

Zhuge Qing nudged Wang Ye with his elbow: "Old Wang, did you calculate this?" Wang Ye covered his eyes: "Don't ask, I don't want to watch."

Half an hour later, the competition arena was a mess. A bruised and swollen Zhang Chulan lay in the center in an "X" shape, even breathing hurt. Mia squatted next to him, gently poking his swollen cheek with her index finger:

"Are you still going to fake it?"

"Ugh... not faking it anymore... really not faking it..." Zhang Chulan's voice was as soft as a mosquito's, with undried tear stains at the corners of his eyes.

In the audience, Feng Zhenghao's mouth twitched: "Is this a bit..."

"Satisfying!" Lu Jin shouted, slapping the railing, "Hit harder!"

In the seating area of Longhu Mountain, the Celestial Master sighed long and hard, his horsetail whisk hanging limply from his arm: "After this Luotian Grand Ceremony, I'm afraid the gold-lettered signboard of my Celestial Masters Mansion will..."

"Master!" Zhang Lingyu on the stretcher suddenly propped himself up, covered in gauze and looking anxious, "Chu Lan he..."

Just then, Zhang Chulan, who was lying on the ground, suddenly reached out and grabbed Mia's ankle, which was wrapped in silk stockings.

Tuaner narrowed her eyes: "Zhang Chulan! Are you trying to die?!"

Mia stood up, clapped her hands, and turned to the referee: "You can announce the result."

Zhang Chulan slowly raised his head, revealing a weak but firm smile: "Wait! I still have... the ultimate secret technique..."

Mia raised an eyebrow: "Oh?"

The next second—

Zhang Chulan pulled hard!

Then...

With the speed of lightning—he hugged Mia's thigh directly!

"Big Sister! I was wrong! You admit defeat! Stop hitting me! I beg you!"

The whole place went silent.

"Hmm, good boy! Fine, he wins..."

"Luotian Grand Ceremony final match, Zhang Chulan versus Mia, Zhang Chulan wins!" The referee announced the result through gritted teeth.

At this moment, time in the entire arena seemed to stand still.

Three seconds later, the audience erupted in deafening roars:

"Zhang Chulan! Can you have some shame!!"

This even included fellow disciples from the Celestial Masters Mansion.

—In the history of Longhu Mountain, this day was known as "The Darkest Day of the Celestial Masters Mansion."

The referee Rong Shan wiped off cold sweat: "Uh... Mia won? Impossible, the Celestial Master and Mia had already agreed..."

Inside the Longhu Mountain infirmary, Zhang Chulan was wrapped tightly in bandages like a mummy, revealing only a pair of eyes swollen like walnuts and a face covered in palm prints.

"Umm umm umm..." (So painful...)

Sister Baoer, wearing a nurse uniform, held a medical record and recorded seriously: "Patient Zhang Chulan: Facial area suffered continuous strikes, it is recommended to take the following treatment measures—"

She paused, "Ice compress for three days, avoid spicy food, and..."

"Sister Baoer!" Zhang Chulan suddenly tore open the bandage at the corner of his mouth and let out a wail, "Why didn't you come to save me at that time!"

Feng Baobao tilted her head, looking innocent: "They said spectators weren't allowed to enter..."

Zhang Chulan: "..."

Two lines of tears flowed down from the gaps in the bandages.

Meanwhile, in the lounge on the other side, Mia was applying medicine to her swollen palms.

"That brat's skin is really thick..." She muttered, baring her teeth, "It made my hand swell... but I had to do it, the Celestial Master strongly requested it."

Tuaner on the side silently handed over an ice pack: "Use shoes next time."

"That makes sense." Mia nodded seriously. "Wear shoes next time, take them off when I get to the arena to beat him, sigh, I wonder how he is now..."