High-level female soldiers: My female soldiers are all SSS-rank!

Ye Chu's face remained calm as he uttered the four words leisurely.

"Cloud-Swept Steps!"

In an instant, a surge of white energy rose around the White Dragon Spear, like swirling clouds or the soft roar of a dragon, creating a magnificent spectacle.

Ye Chu gracefully stepped onto the ethereal clouds.

The footwork appeared casual, but was actually exquisite. At the critical moment, the body tilted at an incredible angle, easily avoiding the extremely fierce attack.

At the same time, the White Dragon Spear in his hand transformed into a dazzling silver lightning bolt, slicing through the sky and clashing with the enemy's spear once again.

The two guns clashed like stars, bursting forth with dazzling sparks that scattered in all directions, adding to the intensity and urgency of the battle.

In an instant, Ye Chu moved like lightning, his White Dragon Spear transforming into a silver dragon that roared out with such fierce power that it was impossible to keep up with.

Shao Jie's pupils contracted sharply. Before he could recover from the sudden chill, the sharp tip of the gun had already silently grazed his shoulder.

Blood blossoms bloomed in the air, like withered red lotuses, scattering a shocking red carpet on the ground.

Shao Jie staggered, the wound on his shoulder a testament to his injury, and a surge of anger and resentment welled up within him.

"You bastard!"

Shao Jie roared, his voice filled with pain and anger, and his hands shot out like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, heading straight for Ye Chu.

He attempted to suppress Ye Chu's sudden outburst of violence by relying on the surging power of his blood and qi.

"snort!"

Ye Chu's lips curled into a cold smile, his eyes showing no fear whatsoever, but rather an even more determined look.

With a slight movement, his right hand, like a nimble snake emerging from its hole, precisely and decisively gripped Shao Jie's wrist.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Chu turned his body and suddenly raised his left leg, transforming it into a sharp wind blade that struck Shao Jie's abdomen.

This kick was as fast as lightning and as powerful as thunder, carrying an invincible force that seemed capable of tearing the air apart.

"ah--!"

Shao Jie suffered a heavy blow to the abdomen. In excruciating pain, his face contorted, and the veins on his forehead bulged like writhing dragons.

He could no longer hold back and gushed out a mouthful of blood, staining his clothes red.

However, this did not deter him in the slightest; on the contrary, the stimulation of blood made him even more insane.

His gaze was fierce, and he opened his mouth without regard for anything else, a mouthful of blood mixed with intense hatred rushing straight towards Ye Chu's face.

This was not just a counterattack, but a desperate, frantic struggle, a determination to make the opponent bleed before falling, and to remember this humiliation.

Upon seeing this, a cold glint flashed in Ye Chu's eyes. He moved slightly again, easily avoiding the mouthful of spittle that was filled with blood and gore.

His movements were elegant and composed, as if everything was under control, which contrasted sharply with Shao Jie's disheveled state.

At this moment, Shao Jie also seemed to break free from the shackles that bound him. Taking advantage of the momentum, he leaped and finally broke free from Ye Chu's seemingly omnipresent suppression.

Immediately, Shao Jie's figure flashed, his spear like a dragon, slicing through the air and whistling as it thrust fiercely at Ye Chu once more.

However, Ye Chu's reaction was like a gentle spring breeze, light yet powerful, defusing the fierce attack with ease.

The tips of the spears touched lightly, like a gentle dialogue between two forces, yet concealing a hidden sharpness.

"die!"

Shao Jie roared, his voice filled with barely suppressed resentment and determination. He knew there was no way out but to fight back.

So he abandoned his plan for a direct confrontation, and with two fingers joined together, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, he suddenly attacked Ye Chu's eyes at an almost bizarre angle.

This attack was ruthless and vicious, clearly his last trump card, intended to maximize his chances of victory with minimal cost.

The air seemed to freeze at that moment, and an atmosphere of tension and danger permeated every corner.

Ye Chu's pupils contracted slightly, but he did not show any panic. Instead, a calm smile appeared on his lips, as if he had expected this sudden change.

"This is absolutely outrageous!"

In the stands, the audience's discussions surged like a tide, carrying a mixture of indignation and disdain.

"Yes, it's an unfair victory. What's the point of bringing glory?" Voices rose and fell, weaving together a condemnation of the injustice.

"Such despicable tricks may succeed against our own kind, but imagine the future. What good will such petty cleverness do when facing those exceptionally ferocious monsters?" His words were not only a questioning of Shao Jie's methods, but also a profound reflection on the nature of future challenges and glory.

The audience's emotions gradually rose, their eyes sparkling with a longing for integrity and courage.

And a deep disdain for those who try to win through underhanded means.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the center of the stands was subtle and tense. Even the usually calm and collected figures of Zhenhai City couldn't help but reveal a hint of barely perceptible restlessness.

Their eyes gleamed with a complex light, as if they were about to burst forth with words, but due to some tacit understanding or consideration, they chose to remain silent.

After all, Shao Wenlong, the chairman of Parkson Group, was also sitting among them.

However, amidst this oppressive silence, one figure stood out as particularly unconventional: Wu Hongdao, who held the dual positions of mayor of Zhenhai City and president of the Martial Arts University.

Unlike others, he didn't care about saving face; perhaps he was the most powerful person in Zhenhai City.

He shattered the delicate balance with a cold snort, expressing his dissatisfaction and disdain without any attempt to hide it.

The hum, short and powerful, was like the sound of an ice blade slicing through the air in the cold wind, instantly attracting the attention of everyone around.

It is not only a direct response to the current situation, but also a manifestation of Wu Hongdao's personal will and stance.

This makes one wonder what kind of attitude this powerful figure has towards Ye Chu.

In fact.

Wu Hongdao noticed something was wrong the moment he saw Shao Jie.

He secretly calculated that if Shao Jie's threat to Ye Chu truly reached the brink of life and death, he would step forward without hesitation, standing between the two like a mountain.

Not only will this heated competition be halted, but Shao Jie's attempt to cheat his way into the competition will also be ruthlessly disqualified.

Originally, Wu Hongdao had some reservations.

Seeing that Ye Chu handled the situation with ease and confidence, Shao Jie was intentionally made a touchstone to hone Ye Chu's nascent sword intent and explore the true limits of his strength.

He believes that only in adversity and challenges can Ye Chu's potential be fully unleashed and shine brightly.

However, things didn't go as planned, and Shao Jie's methods appeared so despicable and shameful under the watchful eyes of the public.

It was not just a contest of skills, but a trampling of the spirit of martial arts, which made everyone present turn their heads and feel contempt.

A surge of anger welled up in Wu Hongdao's heart.

He knew that true strength lay not only in physical power, but also in the purity and nobility of the soul.

Shao Jie's actions are undoubtedly a blatant provocation against this belief.