The surrounding air seemed to freeze, and a gust of wind blew, unable to dissipate the thick atmosphere of awkwardness.
Especially Fang Xiaoyu, who covered her face and dared not look up, fearing others would think she knew the person on the ground wailing.
"Hey, the strongest disciple, they haven't even made a move yet, and you've already fallen. Isn't that a bit fake?"
"If you're going to fake it, at least wait until they make a move. Are you insulting our intelligence, or do you think we're all blind?"
"Let's switch opponents. This strongest disciple is too unreliable. You fell before the other person even made a move. Outsiders will think we from the Five Elements Hall are all style and no substance."
"Get down, switch."
"Damn it, refund!"
Wan Lei staggered to his feet. What could he do? The Hall Master of the Wind Hall had said that Fang Xiaoyu's results had to surpass his.
But when he challenged the third level, he had used too much force and defeated the enemy with a single punch.
How was Fang Xiaoyu supposed to surpass him? He had already reached his limit.
The only way to surpass him was to defeat the enemy without making a move.
Wan Lei craned his neck and pointed at the disciples around him, arguing loudly,
"You all shut up! She didn't make a move, I admit that. But she defeated me with her beauty alone, making me surrender. Is that not allowed?"
"That's shameless!"
"How did you come up with such a reason?"
"You two are a couple, so why are you talking about surrendering to beauty? Have you no shame?"
"Switch opponents, switch!"
Wan Lei ignored them and turned to the officiating elder,
"Elder, can you announce the results?"
"This match doesn't count. Switch opponents."
Before the elder could speak, Ruoshui Qiu answered first.
Her eyes, like water, seemed to have frozen over again.
"No, she defeated me through her own skill. Why shouldn't it count?"
Wan Lei craned his neck and glared at Ruoshui Qiu.
This was unfair. Although there was no fight, Fang Xiaoyu's opponent had already surrendered. Why shouldn't it count?
Ruoshui Qiu didn't speak and turned to leave directly.
Tsk, so spirited.
"Hey, hey, hey, don't go. Look at your temper, it's just a joke from a junior."
Wan Qingyi immediately stopped her, then glared at Wan Lei,
"Get down there quickly. Don't embarrass yourself here. Let someone else fight."
"Oh."
Wan Lei shamefully rolled off the stage.
The disciples felt a bit disbelieving. Their impression of Wan Lei was always aloof, formidable, a warrior with extremely strong combat power, who could defeat opponents with a single punch. Thinking of Wan Lei's figure, it was like looking up at a high mountain.
Especially after witnessing his battle yesterday morning, they were truly convinced and genuinely considered him the strongest disciple and a role model.
But now, the role model had collapsed, and his persona had crumbled. Where did this image of a jester, shameless and brazen, come from?
"Who is willing to go up and fight?"
The officiating elder shouted again.
"Pick me, let me, I can take a hit."
"Goddess, feel free to hit me, I promise I won't fight back."
"Give me a chance to get close to the goddess."
"To be beaten once by one of the Five Great Beauties of the Five Elements Hall, I would have no regrets in death!"
"Pick me, such a beautiful goddess, it's worth it to be beaten."
"Defeat Wan Lei and snatch the goddess."
Wan Lei's eyes widened. What was with this group of perverts? And what was with the "Five Great Beauties"? Wake up, those are women who have husbands.
But no one would care about his thoughts. What about women with husbands? It made them even more excited!
Wan Lei felt as if he had returned to the fear of being dominated by the Protecting Rain Alliance back then.
"You, Yao An, it's you, come here."
Yao An was completely bewildered. I didn't call out, I was just quietly eating melon seeds, what do you mean by calling me?
I was the one beaten by Wan Lei last time, and it's me again this time? Can't you find another sheep to shear?
"Stop looking, you're the one who can take a hit, come here."
Under the envious gazes of the crowd, Yao An slowly walked towards the arena.
"Uh... Elder, my injuries from Wan Lei last time haven't healed yet. How about letting someone else go this time? I think our Earth Hall's disciple is also quite resilient."
Hearing this, Fang Xiaoyu looked at him. Was this the guy who was knocked out by Wan Lei's punch here last time?
How pitiful.
"How can you ask a newcomer to fight the Hall Master? You, who are ranked over ten thousand, are the most suitable. Hurry up, don't dawdle, you're disgracing the Five Elements Hall. Besides, what are you afraid of with a weak woman?"
Weak woman? Haven't you seen her fierce appearance yesterday, charging left and right in the enemy ranks? Why don't you go get beaten yourself?
Yao An reluctantly walked onto the stage and looked at Fang Xiaoyu, saying,
"Uh... I only have one request, Big Sister, be gentle, okay..."
Then, Yao An took out his defensive weapon. Last time, his shield was shattered by Wan Lei's punch, and he was heartbroken. He then spent five hundred功勋点 to exchange for a new shield, which made him even more heartbroken.
Before Yao An could raise his shield, he found that the incredibly beautiful young woman in front of him had suddenly disappeared.
Huh? Where did she go? Oh, she's right in front of me...
"Ah!!!"
Fang Xiaoyu's figure suddenly appeared in front of Yao An, and then she threw a punch, sending Yao An flying out like a cannonball.
Then, with a boom, he crashed into the formation, rolled onto the ground, spat blood, and his limbs twitched. He was no longer able to stand.
"Yikes~"
Looking at Yao An's miserable state, the crowd let out a sigh. This was too fierce. Fortunately, it wasn't them who went up earlier.
Is this a girl? She's too fierce. Poor Yao An was first defeated by Wan Lei with one punch, and then knocked out by Fang Xiaoyu with one punch. The couple took turns abusing him, which was too pathetic.
The "Berserk Loli" clapped her hands, stepped off the stage, flew in front of Ruoshui Qiu, clasped her fists, and bowed,
"Master, can I officially become your disciple now?"
"Mm, your performance is acceptable."
Ruoshui Qiu nodded.
"Uh... the reward..."
Fang Xiaoyu smiled mischievously, rubbed her little hands, and looked at the other person with anticipation in her big eyes.
"Here, I keep my word. Take it."
In Ruoshui Qiu's hand, a long sword suddenly appeared.
This sword had a pink hilt with floral carvings. At the connection between the hilt and the blade was a blooming rose. The blade was also adorned with floral runes, and its edge was extremely sharp.
Fang Xiaoyu lightly swiped, and dozens of petals fluttered down, drifting with the wind.
"So beautiful."
Seeing Fang Xiaoyu's delighted expression, Ruoshui Qiu suddenly felt that the other party didn't genuinely want to become her disciple, but was only after her divine artifact, the Rose Sword.
"This sword is the second divine artifact I refined. You must cherish it and nurture it with your innate wind power.
Ling Xin has asked for it several times, but I haven't given it to him."