Chapter 1155 - 383: Shameless Aura Soaring to the Heavens

"Although you’re fast and have top-notch evasion skills, I still have to face you!"

Su Yue narrowed his eyes, his pupils flashing like the tip of a silver needle. Watching this animal harass Mu Cheng with his own eyes, his patience had reached its limit. He had kept his promise to Bai Xiaolong and yielded the spotlight as agreed. Now, it was time to make his move.

Su Yue refused to believe he couldn’t handle this. His Qi Blood had surpassed Rank Five, which could boost his own speed, and he could use the Profound Ice Palm to slow his opponent down. If worst came to worst, he could try a Soul Strike. He could also try to copy abilities with the Murong Technique. It wasn’t as if he had no chance of winning at all.

Even if the fight dragged on, he wouldn’t be blasted away with a single palm strike like Bai Xiaolong. Given his Qi Blood and defense, a draw was the worst-case scenario. Su Yue was confident about this.

"Meng Yang is stepping up, but unfortunately, he’ll likely meet the same fate as Bai Xiaolong.

"Who on earth can deal with this Xueyang? It’s so infuriating," Zhou Yuncan sighed heavily.

All the Wuda Students currently at Nanwu were sick to their stomachs with anger. Who could stomach being thoroughly suppressed by a foreigner in combat? Seeing Meng Yang enter the arena, the crowd once again pinned their hopes on him. Although the chances of winning were slim, they still had to hope for the best.

"You are Meng Yang?" Seeing Meng Yang step up, Xueyang offered a faint smile, his eyes filled with indescribable contempt.

"You won’t be smiling for long."

Though Meng Yang maintained a cold, ruthless facade, he was actually panicking inside. In terms of strength, he was on par with Bai Xiaolong, and his swordsmanship was perhaps even slightly slower. Since Bai Xiaolong had lost, there was an eighty percent chance he would too. But he had to fight, whether he wanted to or not.

"This is so frustrating," Meng Yang thought.

"Hello, fellow student Meng Yang. I think you’re quite ugly. Do you mind if I slap your face in a moment? My hands are itching to do it."

Xueyang’s next words completely enraged Meng Yang. Although his tone was indescribably polite, the words coming out of his mouth were incredibly despicable.

"I’m so handsome! What part of me is ugly? You fucking want to slap my face? If I don’t kill you, I’ll never be able to vent this hatred!" Meng Yang fumed internally.

SWISH!

Driven by his monstrous rage, Meng Yang’s sword viciously enveloped Xueyang.

"Zhou Yuncan, where is the nearest public restroom?"

Meng Yang and Xueyang were already engaged in battle, but Su Yue couldn’t be bothered to watch anymore. The outcome was already set in stone—Meng Yang would definitely lose. He turned and asked Zhou Yuncan.

"What for? Are you going to use a bathroom break as an excuse to run away?" Zhou Yuncan was taken aback. If Bai Xiaolong and Meng Yang both lost, Su Yue would inevitably have to step up to defend his girlfriend, which meant he couldn’t avoid a fight with Xueyang. This guy was so sneaky, choosing to use a bathroom break to slip away at a time like this.

"Run away, my ass! I’m going to look for a weapon!" Su Yue retorted, wanting to kick Zhou Yuncan into the sky. "It’s already come to this, how could I possibly run away?" he thought.

"A weapon?

"Looking at your sword, it seems the scabbard can be locked in place. You can use the sheathed sword to fight Xueyang. The rules of the martial world allow it," Zhou Yuncan said, completely baffled.

"What kind of weapon would be in a public restroom? Is this guy planning to fill a bottle with shit and splash it on Xueyang? While it’s a novel approach, it’s a bit too hardcore, and people will definitely laugh at it. It’s just too despicable... No, I have to stop him," Zhou Yuncan pondered internally.

"Cut the crap and just tell me where the public restroom is.

"Don’t worry, I’m not going to splash shit on Xueyang," Su Yue said with a darkened expression, seemingly seeing right through Zhou Yuncan’s worries. "Even if you don’t find it dirty, I find it disgusting," he added in his mind.

"Don’t do anything impulsive. Think twice before you act.

"You’re only Rank Four right now. It’s perfectly normal that you can’t beat him, so don’t get too hung up on winning or losing," Zhou Yuncan advised.

After thinking it over for a few seconds, he finally pointed out the location of a public restroom to Su Yue.

"Maybe Su Yue really is just using the bathroom as an excuse to slip away," Zhou Yuncan reasoned. "Forget it. We’re bros, so I shouldn’t expose him. Everyone has moments when they need to save face! Su Yue probably just doesn’t want to lose face in front of his girlfriend."

SWISH SWISH SWISH SWISH!

In the center of the open clearing, Meng Yang’s sword swept through the air like a magnificent rainbow. It frantically spat out flashes of sword aura, as if even the space around it was being whipped into shattered fragments. The swordsmanship was excellent, and his speed was fast; it was truly a feast for the eyes.

Unfortunately, Xueyang was still acting just as insufferably as before.

"Can you be a little faster? This kind of speed couldn’t even kill a snail.

"Pay attention, I’m going to slap your face now. Why did you grow up to be so ugly?

"I was lying just now. Now I’m actually going to slap you. Not only are you ugly, you’re also stupid.

"Look at you, you fell for it again. Not only is your reaction time slow, but it turns out your IQ isn’t very high either."

Xueyang kept his hands behind his back, deliberately toying with Meng Yang like an old cat playing with a mouse. The surrounding crowd of students, packed three layers deep, were trembling with anger. This was simply taking bullying to the extreme!

Meanwhile, Su Yue had sprinted all the way to the public restroom in a flash.

Perhaps because everyone was busy watching the fight between Meng Yang and Xueyang, the restroom was completely empty, though the stench was still overpowering. Su Yue walked around and finally found the mop closet.

"This mop is soaking wet and smells awful. Perfect!"

Su Yue picked up the mop, frowning. It reeked of urine, mixed with the sour stench of rot. It went straight to the head.

"Hey! Where did this petty thief come from, daring to steal a Nanwu mop? We’ll see you at the Investigation and Arrest Bureau!"

At that moment, an angry shout rang out from the doorway. Su Yue had been caught red-handed by the cleaning lady, who was pointing at him with a look of righteous indignation.

"Uh, Miss, I’m just borrowing this mop," Su Yue hurriedly explained, holding up the mop.

"What did you say?" The cleaning lady narrowed her eyes, her gaze exceptionally sharp.

"I’m just borrowing your mop for a moment," Su Yue repeated.

"Not that sentence," the cleaning lady said.

"Oh, I understand.

"Miss, you take such good care of yourself. Not only do I want to borrow the mop, but I also need to learn your skincare secrets. How old are you exactly? With skin like this, I’d guess you’re not even thirty yet. You look incredibly young."