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Chapter 9 Paper Shavings on the Wrist
Everyone looked at each other, completely baffled as to what Chen Ye was up to.

If you're going to have a knife fight, why are you getting involved with that girl?
"Ha, I think this kid has run out of tricks and is just trying to be mysterious!"

"Exactly, you dare to get distracted when comparing swordsmanship with Quick-Knife Yang? Are you trying to make sure you lose quickly enough?"

A few undisguised jeers came from the crowd, and Yang Ze's smug expression grew even stronger.

However, the girls on the other side of the Cai Zi Gate didn't think so. They already had a good impression of this handsome young man, and when he took the initiative to talk to them, they all became interested.

"Hey bro, pick me! Pick me!"

"Young man, how would you like me to help you?"

Amidst the chirping of birds, the boldest girl squeezed through the crowd and jumped onto the stage.

The girl was about fifteen or sixteen years old. Her face wasn't exactly stunningly beautiful, but her eyes were exceptionally bright and lively. Most importantly, they were extremely fair, like a peeled egg, delicate and captivating.

"Let me help you!" The girl stood gracefully in front of Chen Ye.

Chen Ye smiled and cupped his hands in thanks: "Thank you, young lady. However, there might be some danger later. Are you brave enough?"

Instead of being afraid, the girl puffed out her chest and said with a grin, "Don't worry, little brother, I, Little Bell, have always been very brave. I'll do whatever you tell me to do. I'm yours now, and I'll listen to you in everything!"

These words carry a wild and charming quality, typical of those from the martial arts world; they are both straightforward and alluring.

Chen Ye was a little embarrassed and could only laugh awkwardly.

Upon seeing this, the audience burst into laughter.

Fang Tao couldn't help but chuckle and shake his head. This kid...

Why did you have to provoke these girls from the Cai Zi Men? These girls are all incredibly clever and cunning. Even an old hand like me sometimes has to keep my distance from them. How could they be so easy to get along with?

At this moment, Chen Ye adjusted his mindset and said seriously to the little bell, "Then I will trouble you. Please roll up your sleeves, young lady."

Little Bell was obedient and rolled up her sleeves, revealing a section of her fair wrist.

Her wrists were slender and shapely, with skin as white as jade, fair as snow, which made many men stare in disbelief.

Chen Ye then asked someone for a piece of the most ordinary straw paper, soaked it in a basin of water, and carefully laid it flat on Xiao Lingdang's arm.

The soaked toilet paper clung tightly to her skin, outlining her perfect curves clearly.

After doing all this, Chen Ye took out his thin-bladed knife, the blade gleaming coldly in the light.

He glanced at the little bell one last time: "Girl, if you're scared, it's not too late to regret it now."

The little bell wasn't afraid at all. Instead, it chuckled and simply closed its eyes, its long eyelashes trembling slightly, looking like it was ready to be picked at will.

"Come on, I'm not afraid."

Chen Ye's smile vanished instantly, his entire demeanor changed abruptly, and his eyes became focused and sharp.

The next moment, he suddenly stepped forward and flicked his wrist!
A flash of cold light!

Many people instinctively closed their eyes, unable to bear watching the scene of blood splattering everywhere.

However, the expected screams and cries did not come.

Little Bell's arm was still hanging in mid-air, completely unharmed, with not a trace of blood on her fair skin.

The wet tissue paper that was stuck tightly to her arm had been torn in the middle, neatly split in two!
After a brief silence, thunderous cheers erupted!

"Good sword skills!"

"Great!"

The layman sees the spectacle, the expert sees the intricacies; all the Rong family members present were deeply shaken by what they witnessed. They knew better than anyone the difficulty of this strike.

Although the pig's bladder was thin, it was still an inanimate object.

The girl was alive, and with her arm half-suspended in the air, her muscles would tremble slightly from tension. At the same time, the damp paper clung tightly to her skin, curved slightly. To cut her in two without injuring her flesh under these circumstances required an almost unbelievable level of control over the force!

But Chen Ye actually did it; he's truly impressive.

At this moment, the little bell also opened her eyes. She looked at her arm, then looked up at Chen Ye, and a strange light appeared in her eyes, which were like autumn water.

On the other side, Yang Ze's face was extremely pale.

He never imagined that his proudest skill would be broken by a mere kid in such an unbelievable way!
But he was still somewhat unconvinced. Although the move was amazing, it didn't seem to surpass his own skill.

This cannot be considered an overwhelming victory.

Just as his mind was racing, trying to figure out how to get back at the girl, he saw Chen Ye whisper something to her again.

Then, to everyone's puzzled looks, Little Bell raised her arm again.

Again?

Just then, Chen Ye made a move.

This time, he flipped his wrist, and the knife no longer slashed, but instead sliced ​​horizontally!

Swish!
The blade grazed the girl's delicate skin.

The half-piece of damp paper still stuck to his arm was scraped off entirely by him, fluttering to the ground like stubble shaved off with a razor.

Little Bell's arm remained smooth and flawless, without a single wound or even a hair.

The audience was silent.

Everyone was stunned by this strike.

Yang Ze's face turned ashen.

Because he knew he had lost, lost completely and utterly.

"Good! Good sword skills!"

In the midst of this deathly silence, Zhao, the chief of the arresting officers who had been sitting calmly, suddenly stood up and applauded.

Seeing his stance, the other elders from various sects dared not be negligent and all stood up to echo him.

For a time, praise was endless.

Chen Ye remained calm and composed. He first bowed to Commander Zhao and the other gentlemen to express his gratitude, and then turned to the little bell and said, "Thank you, young lady."

The little bell gave a sly smile, then suddenly leaned closer, stood on tiptoe, and whispered in Chen Ye's ear, "My real name is Wu Xiaorui, you'd better remember that."

Before Chen Ye could react, Wu Xiaorui turned and left.

Upon returning to the Cai Zi Men's camp, bursts of teasing laughter immediately followed.

This concludes our discussion on art.

Because of Chen Ye's sudden emergence, the structure of the Rongzimen's Fuqiang'er faction remained unchanged, and the other factions mostly maintained the situation from last year.

This was undoubtedly the best outcome for Commander Zhao, since a stable situation meant far fewer problems.

After the art discussion concluded, in accordance with the usual practice of the martial arts world, a grand banquet was held at a restaurant next to the warehouse.

This is both a celebration and an opportunity for people from all walks of life to connect. After all, people from all walks of life live in the same city and see each other all the time, so they have to maintain a certain level of politeness.

The main character of the banquet was naturally Zhao, the Chief of the Arrest Bureau. He was seated at the head table, surrounded by the uncles and young masters of various departments, who fawned over him.

Chen Ye, thanks to his amazing performance today, was also given a seat by the rules and sat next to Fang Tao.

(End of this chapter)