209: Chapter 209 Jiang You vs. Xie Fuyao

"Boom!!!"

As the match list was officially confirmed, the entire Magic City Martial Arts University erupted with the most terrifying roar of the day, as if it were going to tear the clouds in the sky wide open!

"It's happening, it's happening!! They're really matched up!"

"Mid-Third-Order fighting Peak Fourth-Order! This is definitely the biggest battle across ranks this year!"

"Will Jiang You's legend continue to be written, or will it be thoroughly ended by Chief Xie? Brothers, I'm fired up!!"

Inside the virtual battlefield, random map, Sky Arena.

This was a massive, circular white jade platform suspended above the clouds, with seas of clouds churning all around and fierce gales howling; there was no extra cover, making it the purest Roman-style dueling ground.

With a flash of light, the figures of Jiang You and Xie Fuyao appeared at opposite ends of the arena.

A wild wind blew past.

Xie Fuyao did not speak; his jade-like, gentle face was now etched with unprecedented solemnity and coldness.

He craved this victory too much, not just to secure the first qualifying spot, but to prove to the entire school that the foundation of Class A was absolutely not something that this group of lunatics from Class F could trample upon at will!

"Hoo..."

Xie Fuyao took a deep breath, his gaze gradually sharpening like a blade.

To express his absolute seriousness regarding this "match point game" and to demonstrate his determination to burn his bridges.

He slowly reached out and undid the frog buttons of his signature moon-white Tang suit jacket.

"Swish!"

Xie Fuyao grabbed the edge of the jacket with one hand, gave it a sharp tug, and tossed it aside with extreme flair.

The expensive jacket fluttered away in the wind, revealing the well-tailored, pure white shirt underneath.

The fierce wind blew his shirt, pressing it against his body and faintly outlining the muscle lines of his well-honed physique, which contained the terrifying explosive power of a Peak Fourth-Order.

Combined with his cold and stern expression, at this moment, Xie Fuyao's aura was simply off the charts!

In the viewing hall outside, a massive wave of screams from female students erupted instantly.

Meanwhile, on the opposite side of the arena.

Jiang You watched Xie Fuyao's fluid "clothes-ripping" maneuver and was slightly stunned.

"Yo?"

Jiang You rubbed his chin and muttered to himself:

"Throwing away clothes before fighting? Is this some kind of new expert etiquette?"

"But honestly... this move does look quite imposing; it feels like his combat power just increased by twenty percent out of thin air."

Jiang You looked down at his own standard, black special combat suit, then looked back at Xie Fuyao, who was exuding a full aura on the other side.

"No way!"

"Since it's a match point game, I, Jiang You, absolutely cannot lose in terms of aura!"

"You throw one piece, I'll throw one too!"

Thinking of this, Jiang You's eyes narrowed, and mimicking Xie Fuyao, he grabbed the lapels of his black combat suit with both hands.

"Riiip—!"

Accompanied by an incredibly wild sound of tearing fabric, Jiang You used too much force and actually tore the expensive black one-piece combat suit right in half!

Then, he threw the shredded combat suit into the air with extreme arrogance!

The scale of the movement was ten times more exaggerated than what Xie Fuyao had just done!

Seeing this scene.

Xie Fuyao, on the other side, had been gathering his aura, but his eyes nearly popped out of his head.

"You have to compete in this too???"

The corners of Xie Fuyao's mouth twitched uncontrollably, and he felt completely terrible:

"And... I just took off my jacket, why the hell did you take it all off?"

However, just as Xie Fuyao was shocked about whether this guy had some kind of exhibitionist fetish.

The fragments of black fabric fluttering all over the sky slowly drifted down.

Jiang You's "ultimate combat form," hidden beneath his combat suit, was finally displayed without reservation before Xie Fuyao and the tens of thousands of teachers and students in the school.

There were no well-honed muscles.

Nor was there any mysterious inner armor.

There was only a bright yellow set, printed with countless grinning square sponges, even featuring a hood...

A thickened version of spongebob pajamas!

That was the "masterpiece" Jiang You created because he found changing clothes too troublesome and had just put his combat suit over his pajamas before leaving in the morning.

The wind blew.

Jiang You, wearing that bright, flashy spongebob pajama set, stuffed his hands into his pockets and even cooperated fully by pulling the hood with the big spongebob eyes over his head.

The bright yellow flannel looked exceptionally glaring under the sunlight.

Combined with Jiang You's half-open, half-closed dead fish eyes, as if he could fall asleep standing up at any moment...

The scene was simply a dual visual and mental assault on a traditional martial arts prodigy like Xie Fuyao.

"..."

Xie Fuyao stood there blankly, looking at the spongebob hood swaying slightly in the wind, his Brain stuck in a five-second freeze.

"And you're telling me this isn't a mental illness?"

Xie Fuyao's lips trembled; his strong, rock-solid martial artist mindset, which he had finally managed to rebuild in the lounge, heard the sound of shattering once again at this moment.

"This is just a pure lunatic!!!"

Xie Fuyao's mentality completely collapsed.

He looked up, and on that originally cold and stern face, there was now only a world-weary expression of someone who had seen through the vanity of the world.

He was tired.

He was truly too tired.

Fighting with this kind of person—if you win, you feel like you're bullying a disabled person.

If you lose, you'd rather die.

Xie Fuyao's fingers trembled slightly, and he subconsciously looked at the red [Surrender] button in the top right corner of his vision.

"How about... forget it?"

"Just click surrender, give him first place, I just want to be as far away from this group of lunatics as possible..."

This tempting thought spread wildly through his mind.

But just as his finger was about to touch the surrender button.

He saw Jiang You pulling at the sleeves of his pajamas, muttering there: "These pajamas are a bit thick; if I'd known, I wouldn't have worn the fleece-lined ones..."

"Huff... huff..."

Xie Fuyao's breathing suddenly became rapid, and his eyes instantly became bloodshot.

He was so angry he laughed.

He let out a chilling, cold laugh that was uglier than crying.

"No..."

Xie Fuyao suddenly pulled his hand back, gritting his teeth, every word sounding as if it were drifting out of the nine nether hells:

"Even if I die on this arena today!"

"I must first beat this lunatic to a pulp!!! I can't take it anymore!!!"

"Boom!!!"

Accompanied by Xie Fuyao's roar of absolute collapse, the terrifying blood energy of his Peak Fourth-Order within him exploded without reservation like a nuclear bomb!

"Jiang You! Come here and die!!!"

"Weak Water! Mirage!"

Splash—!

The entire Sky Arena was instantly submerged by an ocean as black as ink.

This was no ordinary illusion, but a heavy water domain condensed by the SS-rank Supernatural Ability [Weak Water Three Thousand]!

The black water flow, carrying a terrifying gravity capable of crushing a tank, slammed toward Jiang You, covering the sky and earth.

"Holy crap, you're playing for real?"

Jiang You had just adjusted his spongebob hood when he felt a mountain-toppling, sea-draining sense of suffocation rushing toward him.

Although he had broken through to the Mid-Third-Order just before the battle, his blood energy quality was extremely high.

But in the face of this rage-fueled, Peak Fourth-Order ultimate move from Xie Fuyao, the absolute chasm in rank still existed.

"Bang!"

Jiang You didn't even have time to dodge before his entire body was slammed hard by the black tide, flying backward more than ten meters and crashing heavily onto the white jade platform, gouging a deep trench into the hard ground.

"Hiss... so heavy!"

Jiang You did a kip-up to get back on his feet, feeling the bones all over his body creaking under the unbearable strain.

This Weak Water was not only as heavy as a thousand jun, but it also carried an extreme sense of sluggishness, as if the surrounding air had turned into solidified cement.