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Yan Yuchen stepped onto the Arena, her expression resolute. Her opponent was a tall and robust man, with a chiseled face and eyes filled with determination and courage. With wide lips and prominent ears, he looked like a rugged brute. His name was Chen Hu, hailing from the prestigious martial arts sect known as Dragon Tiger Gate, renowned for its powerful boxing techniques. Dressed in a black athletic outfit, Chen Hu's muscles were well-defined, exuding an intimidating aura.
The onlookers, the Common People, buzzed with excitement as they discussed:
"This Yan Yuchen girl is truly beautiful! I wonder how strong she is."
"Her opponent is Chen Hu from Dragon Tiger Gate; he's quite a formidable character with an incredibly aggressive fighting style. Yan Yuchen should be careful!"
"Yan Yuchen looks so delicate; I can't believe she can stand up to Chen Hu."
"However, the earlier performance by Zhiruo opened our eyes; perhaps Yan Yuchen is not to be underestimated!"
"Hey, Chen Hu, you better go easy on this pretty girl!"
"Let Yan Yuchen lose and become my concubine! I'll pay handsomely!"
"How greedy can you be? You were just talking about marrying Zhiruo!"
"None of your business! I have plenty of money and I like to marry female heroes!"
Chen Hu cupped his fists and said, "Yan Yuchen, please give me your guidance." His voice was deep and powerful, carrying a commanding presence.
Yan Yuchen smiled lightly and replied, "Young Master Chen, please."
As the match began, Chen Hu launched a fierce punch, his fist cutting through the air with a whistling sound aimed directly at Yan Yuchen's face. Yan Yuchen moved gracefully, evading like a feather in the wind. She swiftly drew her long sword from her waist; its blade shimmered like a rainbow as she thrust it towards Chen Hu with incredible speed.
With a loud shout, Chen Hu struck out with his fist, colliding directly with Yan Yuchen's sword. The two forces clashed in mid-air with a deafening sound. Chen Hu's boxing style was ferocious; each punch carried the sound of breaking air, while Yan Yuchen's swordplay was agile and ethereal, seemingly full of endless variations.
The onlookers watched in awe, their mouths agape as they marveled:
"Yan Yuchen's sword skills are impressive! She appears delicate but contains immense power!"
"Chen Hu's boxing is indeed domineering; however, this Yan Yuchen is no pushover either!"
"This is going to be an exciting match; it's hard to say who will come out on top!"
Chen Hu unleashed the ultimate technique of Dragon Tiger Gate, the "Dragon-Tiger Split Sky Fist," with a punch that resembled a dragon, exuding tremendous power. Each of his punches carried immense internal strength, causing the Arena to tremble slightly. Yan Yuchen, on the other hand, used her agile movements and the changing forms of her spirit sword to continuously neutralize Chen Hu's attacks.
Her figure moved like the wind, and her sword light flashed like lightning. Each swing of her sword was precise and powerful, alternating between offense and defense, forcing Chen Hu to retreat step by step.
Seeing this, Chen Hu's gaze sharpened as he suddenly exerted force, launching both fists directly at Yan Yuchen's vital points. Yan Yuchen remained calm; she turned her body, and her long sword struck back at Chen Hu's fists with incredible speed. With a sharp shout, she executed her newly comprehended skill, "Cloud Shadow Step," her steps nimble and perfectly synchronized with the tightening sword light, binding Chen Hu's fists in place like solid iron chains, rendering him immobile.
Chen Hu's expression changed as he struggled in vain; the sword light was as unyielding as iron chains, and he could not break free. Yan Yuchen coldly stated, "Young Master Chen, you have lost."
Chen Hu smiled helplessly and cupped his fists in respect, saying, "Miss Yan, you are indeed remarkable; I admit defeat."
The onlookers among the Common People gasped in amazement, giving Yan Yuchen enthusiastic applause and cheers.
As Yan Yuchen sheathed her sword and prepared to leave the Arena, she suddenly saw Chen Hu kneel on the ground and perform a standard bowing gesture. He said to her, "Miss, your strength is impressive; I sincerely admire you! Please accept me as your disciple!"
Yan Yuchen was taken aback for a moment and awkwardly replied, "Aren't you from Dragon Tiger Gate? How can you switch to my school?"
Chen Hu stood up, scratched his head bashfully, and said, "I am not trying to betray my sect; I learned boxing at Dragon Tiger Gate but wish to learn swordsmanship from you."
Yan Yuchen looked at the tall Chen Hu and awkwardly smirked again. She said, "My sword techniques are suited for agile women; they may not be suitable for someone with your... robust style."
In response to her words, Chen Hu jumped up to demonstrate his flexibility. It must be said that in terms of dance moves' standards and flexibility alone, even a typical courtesan might not match his performance. However, the visual impact of a nearly two-meter-tall muscular man performing pole dancing is something not everyone can handle. The most shocking part was that he even mimicked courtesans by winking and pouting his lips—he even blew kisses! The audience was on the verge of vomiting!
From the stands came a chorus of complaints: "Ah!!!! Help! I'm going to die! Ugh!!!!!!!"
"Mom! Please give me a pair of eyes that have never seen this! What did I do wrong?"
"If I am guilty, let the law punish me instead of making me watch this!"
"What is this nonsense! Hurry up and stop it!"
"This is a Martial Arts Tournament, not a ball!"
"Who will pull this madman down?"
Yan Yuchen was also caught off guard by this sudden performance and quickly left the stage, rushing into Li Ye's embrace. Li Ye smiled slightly, wrapped his arms around Yan Yuchen, and softly comforted her: "It's alright now; it's over."
The audience was still enthusiastically discussing the earlier scene:
"Chen Hu is so funny, he would go to such lengths just to become a disciple!"
"I never expected someone so fierce could perform such a graceful dance!"
"It seems he truly wants to learn swordsmanship, but his methods are a bit... strange."
"Yan Yu-Chen is right not to take him as a disciple; such delicate swordplay would be wasted on him!"
"Hahaha, no matter what, this competition has been so entertaining!"
Li Ye patted Yan Yu-Chen on the back and laughed, "You really encountered a peculiar one today."
Yan Yu-Chen smiled wryly and nodded, "I never thought I would meet someone like him."
Zhiruo walked over and added with a smile, "Looks like we need to be careful of those seemingly serious competitors in future matches; who knows when they might suddenly break into a dance."
The three of them exchanged smiles and left the Arena in good spirits, ready to face the upcoming matches. Despite the interruptions, this elimination round had strengthened their resolve to perform even better in the next competitions and strive for ultimate victory.
The gong in the Arena sounded again, announcing that the next match was about to begin. This time it was Lan Xi's turn. Li Ye brought Zhiruo and Yan Yu-Chen to the edge of the Arena, focusing intently on Lan Xi. Although they had spent quite some time together, he still knew very little about Lan Xi's true abilities. Today's match would unveil the mystery of Lan Xi's strength.
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