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A warm breath brushed past Mo Xie's ear, stirring a restlessness within him. He quickly channeled the strands of spiritual energy from his dantian, feeling a refreshing sensation flow through his meridians, calming his agitation. Turning his head, he said with a hint of helplessness, "Hey, can you stop teasing me?"
Zhou Xinyi's face flushed red as she stomped her foot. "Who’s teasing you? Stop talking nonsense! Just wait and see how I deal with you!" She raised her palm as she spoke.
Mo Xie chuckled but remained silent, turning his attention back to the competition. Zhou Xinyi stubbornly tugged at Mo Xie's sleeve. "You still haven't answered me!"
"Alright, alright! I'll answer you! Is that good enough?" Mo Xie helplessly brushed Zhou Xinyi's hand away and said, "It's just as you think!"
Zhou Xinyi nodded in satisfaction. "I knew it! I really didn't expect this! How come your brain has become so sharp in just a few days?"
"Of course! My brain has always been sharp! I just tried hard to hide it and pretended to be mediocre!" Mo Xie feigned a deep expression and sighed, "Ah! Being too talented is also a burden!"
"Giggle, giggle," Zhou Xinyi covered her mouth and laughed, clearly not taking Mo Xie's words seriously.
After several rounds of competition, it was finally Mo Xie's turn to take the stage. Zhou Xinyi patted Mo Xie's shoulder and smiled, "Good luck! This year, don’t let anyone beat you up again!"
"Haha! Just wait and see!" Mo Xie laughed heartily as he walked toward the Arena. At that moment, someone was already waiting in the Arena—Ling Jin, who was eighteen years old. His talent was average, but he had reached the fifth level of Foundation Establishment.
Seeing Mo Xie approaching the Arena, Ling Jin curled his lips into a disdainful smile, feeling confident about his victory.
The other members of the Ling family immediately erupted in chatter. "Look! It's that useless Mo Xie! Ling Jin is really lucky!"
"Yeah! If only Mo Xie were my opponent! Not only would I advance safely, but I could also beat him up and vent my frustrations!" another person chimed in.
Ling Yijun glanced at Mo Xie heading toward the Arena and scoffed. "Consider yourself lucky! You didn't run into me!"
Once on the Arena, Ling Jin elegantly cupped his fists toward Mo Xie and greeted him. "Mo Xie, my younger brother! Don’t worry! I’ll go easy on you!" Ling Jin held his head high and spoke arrogantly.
Thinking to himself: Haha! I'm really lucky to have encountered Ling Mo Xie, this Waste. Winning is practically a sure thing! I can even graciously give way and establish my own image! Haha! What a profit!
Ling Mo Xie saw Ling Jin's arrogant demeanor, his mouth twitching slightly as he said, "Well, thank you!" but thought to himself: Screw you! Can you not be so hypocritical? Show mercy? I definitely won't hold back later; I will make sure to beat this arrogant guy into a Pig!
Ling Jin chuckled foolishly for a moment before channeling his spiritual energy. With a whoosh, he ran towards Ling Mo Xie, flying up to kick him in the chest.
Ling Mo Xie disdainfully thought: You underestimate me! I'll show you!
With a loud bang, the two collided, and the immense impact kicked up a cloud of dust. The Ling Family Disciples below eagerly watched as the dust settled, wondering how far Ling Mo Xie would be kicked away and how badly he would be hurt.
As the dust cleared, the crowd erupted in astonishment, exclaiming one after another, "How is this possible!" "How could this happen!" "This is unbelievable!"
On the stage, Ling Mo Xie hadn't moved an inch, while Ling Jin was being held upside down by his leg, spinning like a windmill!
"Ah! Ah! Let me down! Ling Mo Xie!" Ling Jin screamed like a woman.
It turned out that just as Ling Jin's foot was about to kick Ling Mo Xie's chest, Ling Mo Xie had blocked his foot with one hand. The powerful impact sent dust swirling around them. Just when Ling Jin was about to be pushed away by Ling Mo Xie's immense strength, he flipped his wrist and caught Ling Jin's calf...
Ling Mo Xie pouted; it was really boring. At this point, he was at Foundation Establishment Level Nine, while Ling Jin was only at Foundation Establishment Level Five. In front of him, Ling Jin truly had no power to resist—even without using any techniques or spells.
Below the arena, Ling Tianxing's gaze sharpened as he looked at Ling Mo Xie and murmured, "Don't underestimate him!"
Ling Yijun and Ling Tianlong exchanged glances and saw the surprise and seriousness in each other's eyes. They had dared to bully Ling Mo Xie because they believed his talent was so poor that he couldn't even cultivate.
If Ling Mo Xie showed even a hint of extraordinary talent, he would attract the attention of the Master Family. At that point, Ling Mo Xie would truly become the Young Master of the Master Family, while they would only be considered servants!
Now Ling Mo Xie has actually managed to defeat Ling Jin, who is at Foundation Establishment Level Five. Among his peers, this is already considered quite a talent! After this Year-End Martial Arts Competition, he will probably be recalled by the Master Family, and that would be disastrous for them!
"Heavens, Tianlong Brother! What are we going to do?" Ling Yijun felt his legs trembling and looked at Ling Tianlong with hope, hoping he could come up with a solution!
"How pathetic! He hasn't even returned to the Master Family yet!" Although Ling Tianlong was also somewhat frightened, he still reprimanded Ling Yijun. With a quick thought, he continued, "As long as he doesn't return to the Master Family, he's just a boy in the Foundation Establishment stage! Besides, he just offended the family head!"
The more Ling Tianlong spoke, the more he felt justified and less afraid. He said to Ling Yijun, "Here's the plan! The family head is your second uncle; you should unite with him and change Ling Mo Xie's next opponent to me! I'm at the eighth level of Foundation Establishment and have practiced the Mental Attack Technique. I can kill him on stage! This way, we will be safe! However, afterward, the family head needs to find a Puppet to take the place of that Waste Ling Mo Xie, so he can continue living in the manor as a Waste!"
"Huh? Murdering a direct descendant of the Master Family?" Ling Yijun exclaimed. Although he often bullied Ling Mo Xie, he still didn't dare to think about killing him.
Ling Tianlong quickly covered Ling Yijun's mouth. "Are you trying to get us killed? If you're looking for death, don't drag me into it!"
"Oh! Yes, yes!" Ling Yijun hurriedly covered his own mouth and whispered, "Isn't this a bad idea?"
"Bad? Hmph! Do you think that if Ling Mo Xie returns to the Master Family, he will let us off?" Ling Tianlong snorted coldly and looked at Ling Yijun.
Meanwhile, Ling Mo Xie was completely unaware of the scheme being plotted by Ling Tianlong and Ling Yijun. After beating up Ling Jin, he felt quite bored and tossed him off the stage. Looking at the referee, he said, "So this counts as my win, right?"
The referee had long been stunned by Ling Mo Xie's performance. Hearing his question now brought him back to reality as he said, "Ah! Yes! The winner of this match is Ling Mo Xie!
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