Chapter 308 - 246: There Are No Good People

Chapter 308: Chapter 246: There Are No Good People

It seemed feasible.

The Moon Traveling Clothes were on Li Zi.

Without any hesitation, she took off her outer coat and removed the Moon Traveling Clothes underneath.

It was the dead of winter.

But as a Veteran Extraordinary, she didn’t feel the cold.

In fact, she found wearing too much to be cumbersome, so she wasn’t dressed thickly.

Once the Moon Traveling Clothes were off, all that was left underneath was a moon-white dudou, stretched taut over her chest.

Tang Wen, watching from the side and rear, got a perfect view of two full, white melons.

’Comparing them to small watermelons is no exaggeration,’ he thought. ’It seems all this girl’s nutrition went to one place.’

’Every other part of her was slender.’

’Well, her butt is passable too.’

"Here!"

She handed over the clothes, still warm from her body.

Tang Wen didn’t take them for a long moment.

She turned her head and saw his scorching gaze. "You...?"

’He’s not thinking of... right here, is he?’

’Is there even enough time?’

’Liang Yu said he’s incredible.’

Her gaze couldn’t help but drift downward.

Tang Wen didn’t dare look any longer.

He put on the clothes, which carried her warmth and a faint, pleasant scent.

His mind raced with wild thoughts.

’It’s a tearful story.’

’I was planning on ’eating’ Senior Sister today, but that plan went up in smoke.’

’I could ’eat’ Li Zi right now, too.’

’But unfortunately, there are important matters to attend to.’

’Damn it!’

He slipped on the outer layer and climbed out of the carriage.

Carrying two sabers, he returned to the group.

When Patriarch Chen saw his appearance, his eyes flickered.

"It seems Nephew Tang Wen intends to withstand two blows, does he? So young, and with such spirit."

’Two sabers means I’ll withstand two blows? And withstanding two blows shows spirit?’

He didn’t say a word.

Patriarch Chen took his silence as agreement and looked toward the three members of his own family who were qualified to enter the ring.

That was right. The reason Patriarch Chen was willing to risk offending people to raise the age limit for the competition to thirty-five was precisely because the Chen Family had three Sixth Grade masters under the age of thirty-five.

Two of them studied fist techniques, while one carried a sword on his back.

Patriarch Chen unfastened the Curiosity Long Sword from his back and handed it to the Sixth Grade swordsman. "Find a way to hold out for a few more moves, and we’ll win!"

"Patriarch, I will do my best! I will give it my all!"

"Good."

Seeing that they had chosen their fighter, the White Tiger Saintess also finished regulating her breath.

The two sides exchanged a few pleasantries and stood facing each other.

The Saintess’s voice carried over from a distance. "I struck first last time. To ensure fairness, I will also seize the initiative when we begin."

Hearing this, the Chen Family members were startled, but then felt it was reasonable.

SHIIING!

The Saintess’s figure flashed—it was Instant Slash again.

The same move shouldn’t be used twice against a master.

The Chen Family’s Sixth Grade was prepared. He brandished his sword, and a wave of Gang Qi swept out to protect the space before him.

But, who knows how the Saintess trained—her figure vanished for an instant, only to reappear in the same spot.

Just as her opponent’s Gang Qi surged and his Long Sword’s momentum peaked, leaving him unable to change his move, she stamped her right foot heavily on the ground and—WHOOSH—vanished.

The Chen Family’s Sixth Grade had miscalculated. His face fell in alarm as he hastily pulled the Curiosity treasure sword back to block his chest.

However, the Saintess’s strike was an upward slash.

The saber’s edge exploded with brilliant Sword Qi, batting aside his defending treasure sword and shattering his defense.

Still just one move.

Patriarch Chen’s eyes filled with disappointment. ’All my scheming... what was it all for?’

His old friend, Shui Qianjun, thoughtfully threw salt in the wound. "Oh my, what happened, Old Chen? A master of Swordsmanship, and he couldn’t even force the Saintess into a second move. You’ll have to have a good talk with him when he gets back!"

Patriarch Chen gritted his teeth in anger.

Meanwhile, the members of the Giant Rock Martial Arts Hall, who were up next, saw that the Chen Family’s Sixth Grade swordsman had also been defeated in a single move.

They immediately selected a short, stocky man from their four eligible Sixth Grade members.

Then, they started putting armor on him.

Layer after layer.

The Giant Rock Martial Arts Hall was being cunning. The Saintess was clearly hard to fight, so why fight her at all? Wouldn’t it be enough to just block a few of her strikes?

The Saintess wouldn’t use lethal force.

"Old Shui, stop staring at me. Look over there, heh heh. Tang Wen may be exceptionally talented, but he’s too young. He’ll last two strikes at most. Giant Rock Martial Arts Hall, with all those layers of armor, including two Curiosities... tsk tsk. Withstanding five, six, seven, or eight strikes probably won’t be a problem for them!"

Shui Qianjun turned to look, then yelled directly at Shi Lei, with whom he was most familiar: "Old Stone, have you no shame? This is a martial arts competition, are you building a fortress?"

Shi Lei, a red Hummingbird perched on his shoulder, feigned shock. "Shame? What’s that? Are you going to give me Tang Wen’s face? If it’s yours or Old Chen’s, then no thanks. The two of you are in worse shape than I am!"

Shui Qianjun, Patriarch Chen: "..."