When a person is in a high-ranking position, their words carry the law.

Chapter 65 The Little Prodigy

The following day, December 1st.

Inside the martial arts hall of the North Campus of Yujing Martial Arts University, shouts filled the air as thousands of people cheered and shouted around the central area.

Bai Ze sat in the front row of the spectator stands, holding his phone. While watching the matches, he would occasionally look down and browse the forum.

[Night Rain Sounds]: Brother Zuiqiang, have you arrived?

[King of Verbal Confidence]: Of course.

【Night Rain Sounds Annoying】: Where are you?

[King of Verbal Comprehension]: Guess.

"Still playing on your phone? Jiang Xun's race is about to start." A figure sat down next to Bai Ze and said with a light laugh.

"Wait, you're wearing perfume too?"

“This is cologne,” Bai Ze put down his phone, corrected the term, and said, “It’s always good for a boy to be a little more refined when he’s out and about.”

Sitting next to Bai Ze was Xi Yuheng.

This guy has a very keen sense of smell. He smelled something unusual about Bai Ze in the StarNet last time, and he smelled a faint scent on Bai Ze again this time.

However, Bai Ze has already used the potion given by Xia Xingde, so there's no need to worry about being discovered.

"Jiang Xun's opponent isn't strong. This fight is a foregone conclusion. I'm not like you, so I don't need to worry about Jiang Xun stealing the spotlight. There's nothing to see here," Bai Ze said calmly.

"Without you as my formidable enemy, I'm not worried about anyone stealing my thunder," Xi Yuheng said with a smile.

He was quite relaxed today because Bai Ze was on the bench and couldn't play, so he was confident that he had secured the headlines for the day.

After all, although Jiang Xun is strong, he is not handsome enough, and fighting against weaker opponents does not highlight Jiang Xun's strength.

As Xi Yuheng predicted, Jiang Xun defeated his opponent in no time, without any major incident. Although this elicited cheers from some spectators, the atmosphere was not particularly enthusiastic.

Upon seeing this, Xi Yuheng smiled.

Then the next match is between number nine, Luo Shui, and number ten, Park Sang-yi.

One possibility is the person currently circulating online, perhaps someone annoyed by the sound of rain at night; the other is the source of the change in the event's location, which is much more interesting than the previous crushing defeat.

“Actually, I think you are more likely to be the one who is good at drawing swords,” Xi Yuheng said meaningfully. “My family has a little bit of influence and knows that the genius of Canghai City that was circulating online two months ago is you. Coincidentally, Ye Yushengfan also appeared on the Star Network two months ago. In addition, Principal Lu Mingzhou of Canghai No. 3 Middle School ordered a Xiaolian Sword from Yuqing Heavy Industry before.

Good grief, so they came to test me.

Upon hearing this, Bai Ze remained unfazed and said, "If your intelligence were more detailed, you would know that although I killed a two-star cultist with a firearm, my arm was also severely injured, preventing me from practicing martial arts. Do you think I could directly master the 'Wandering Clouds and Startling Dragons' sword-drawing technique on the Star Network?"

There is a gap between the StarNet and reality. Gaining combat experience is possible, but it's not so good for cultivating martial arts.

The simplest problem is that the body on the StarNet is a projection of consciousness. Even if you practice a move a hundred times, you won't develop a physical memory of it, unless you have the omnipotent power of words to make things happen, or you can directly master "Wandering Clouds and Startling Dragons" without any physical memory.

Xi Yuheng's expression froze.

At that moment, shouts and cheers came from the arena.

"Look at the sword! Look at the sword! Look at the sword! Look at the sword!"

A girl with a high ponytail and delicate, cute face held an unsharpened longsword, her mouth moving incessantly as she attacked Park Sang-yi like a storm.

The weapons used in the competition are different from those on the StarNet; they are all unsharpened to avoid fatal injuries, and there are referees watching from the sidelines, ready to stop the fight at any time.

Even if it's not sharpened, it can still hurt people, especially the tip of the sword.

Luo Shui's sword was so fast that Park Sang-yi could hardly catch it, and every move was aimed at the throat, heart, and groin. The simple thrusts left Park Sang-yi quite embarrassed and unable to defend himself.

The Slu people's martial arts are mostly focused on fists and feet. Park Sang-yi chose an arm shield as his weapon, so he could only defend against the longsword.

"You know what, this gossipy mouth is quite similar to Ye Yushengfan's," Bai Ze laughed.

Xi Yuheng's expression gradually became serious.

He realized that Park Sang-yi was about to retaliate.

Among those who qualified for the semi-finals, Park Sang-yi is the most controversial. Bearing the stain of cheating, he must perform brilliantly in this battle to at least wash away the stain and show that he has the ability to qualify even without cheating.

But now is not a good time to retaliate.

If Park Sang-yi loses, things will get interesting, and Xi Yuheng's headline will be in jeopardy again.

As expected, after hearing boos from the audience, Park Sang-yi suddenly exerted force with his right arm, deflecting the thrusting sword, and with a loud shout, he was about to approach Luoshui.

But at that moment, the longsword was suddenly withdrawn, Luo Shui pressed the sword into its sheath, and then a sword rang out.

"Soaring Dragon in the Clouds!" The sword, swift as a dragon, struck Park Sang-yi's arm as he was blocking, tearing the sleeve of his white martial arts uniform and leaving a sword mark on his hand.

If it were a sharpened sword, this strike could have severed the arm.

Immediately, Luo Shui flicked her sword and placed it on Park Sang-yi's shoulder.

The outcome is decided.

Boos surged toward the center of the martial arts hall like a tsunami, and laughter filled the air.

Park Sang-yi not only lost, but she lost in a humiliating way, without even being able to execute a complete move.

Meanwhile, Xi Yuheng in the audience was starting to lose his composure.

"I'll go prepare now."

He left in a hurry.

"The sound of the night rain is disturbing! There's no mistake, it's definitely that scoundrel!"

At the same time, Bai Ze also heard a shout coming from behind him, and the sound was right not far behind him.

"I never expected that guy to use a fake voice on the StarNet to pretend to be a man. It's infuriating!"

"Suddenly, the sound of night rain doesn't seem so annoying anymore," another male voice said.

"Hey, who are you from? Didn't you get mocked for being single by that guy before, and you raged on the forum for ages?"

"But she's so cute."

The forum was also filled with posts.

[Fist to Fist]: Target locked! Night Rain Sound appears!
[Fist Technique]: I didn't expect her to be such a cute girl. I immediately felt less angry.

[King of Verbal Criticism]: I don't think Luo Shui is the same as Ye Yushengfan. Although her sword-drawing skills are good, they are not as unbelievable as Ye Yushengfan's. Bai Ze is more like her.

[Roar of the Evil Dragon]: Impossible! Absolutely impossible! According to insiders, Bai Ze only activated his inner energy two months ago, and soon after, he injured his arm and had no time to cultivate "Wandering Cloud Dragon".

Bai Ze raised an eyebrow when he saw the updated posts and comments on the forum.

The "King of Mouth" is still chatting on the forum, which means he's currently using his phone.

Bai Ze glanced around, but unfortunately couldn't find anyone who might be the King of Mouths. Instead, he saw a cold-looking young man walking towards them.

It was that child prodigy from Peking University.

Instead of sitting next to Bai Ze, he bowed to Principal Lu Mingzhou, who was sitting in the spectator stands on the other side of Bai Ze.

"It's been a long time, Mr. Lu," Qu Mingfeng said.

"I don't deserve your courtesy," the old headmaster snorted.

"Is Elder Lu still so stubborn?" Qu Mingfeng said calmly. "After the reforms, Yanjing Martial Arts University has become stronger than before, and it will soon surpass Yujing Martial Arts University. My father has always told the younger generation that as long as Elder Lu is willing to come to Yanjing Martial Arts University, the newest freshman elite class will be taught by Elder Lu."

The old principal remained unmoved, scoffing, "Don't try that. Do you think I don't know my own level? I've taught students for decades and haven't even produced a single student like Yujing Martial Arts University. You value my abilities? You're clearly after my connections."

The old principal was ruthless enough. He usually loved to show off, but sometimes he didn't hold back when it came to criticizing himself, and he was even blunt about the students' abilities.

"Yanjing Martial Arts University has indeed become stronger in recent years, but that's because it opened up special admission channels and recruited a large number of students with connections. You little brat don't even have the same sense of right and wrong as this old man," the old principal sneered.

“Background is also a part of strength,” Qu Mingfeng’s expression became even colder. “Which one who can make a name for himself in martial arts doesn’t have a background? This world is all about background and birth. Master Lu has lived his whole life, do you think he can’t see through such a simple reason? We can’t expect people with good family backgrounds to give up their strengths and suffer without effort.

"Your background and origins are what we old folks fought to the death for," the old principal stared intently at Qu Mingfeng. "In the chaotic era of the early 20th century, if it weren't for us old folks sacrificing our lives, where would your so-called background and origins be? Your great-grandfather fought to the death and saved hundreds of thousands of people, and yet you descendants are squeezing out space for ordinary students. You really are quite filial."

"There are more specially recruited students now, and not only are they of varying quality, but they also take up more of Wuhan University's resources and various benefits. The more they get, the less others get. Does your family know this? Of course you know, but you still did it. Because specially recruited students have backgrounds and family connections, which can greatly help your father, who is competing for a high position in the Martial Arts Association."

“Little child, I may be old, but I’m not blind. I see through all those dirty tricks. If it weren’t for the fact that you’re still young and there might still be hope for you, I wouldn’t bother to say anything more to you.”

Qu Mingfeng's face turned very ugly.

He was just a fifteen-year-old boy. Even if he was somewhat shrewd, he couldn't help but lose his composure when someone talked about his dirty deeds to his face.

The prodigy clenched his fists, barely suppressing his embarrassment, turned to look at Bai Ze, and sneered, "This is the talent you're cultivating now, Elder Lu? Interesting. It just so happens that I'll be fighting him in the next round. I'd like to see what he's capable of."

Upon hearing this, the old headmaster said no more, but instead said to Bai Ze, "I'm too lazy to refute, you can say it now."

"Hey, he's just a kid, why are you being so serious?"

Bai Ze quickly tried to smooth things over, saying, "At fifteen, she should be entering her rebellious phase. A good beating will do the trick."

(End of this chapter)