Chapter 1158: Soaring Shamelessness

Chapter 1158: Chapter 383: Soaring Shamelessness

But even so, the mop’s handle still bent.

The entire crowd was shocked. Everyone was dumbfounded, their jaws dropping in disbelief. Are you kidding me? It hit? It actually hit? Xueyang, who could dodge battle sabers and longswords, couldn’t dodge a stinking mop? How was this possible?

The crowd saw it clearly. In terms of speed and angle, Su Yue’s mop was not even on par with Bai Xiaolong’s and Meng Yang’s attacks.

Zhou Yuncan stiffened all over, feeling as if he were in a dream. Bai Xiaolong and Meng Yang exchanged glances, both feeling so ashamed they wanted to die.

“Is this Xueyang a paid actor hired by Su Yue?” Meng Yang proposed a bold hypothesis.

“Do they have some sort of shady deal going on? Is he intentionally feeding kills to Su Yue?” Bai Xiaolong also analyzed.

Mu Jingliang was equally astonished. He knew that Xueyang’s dodging ability wasn’t born of sheer speed, but rather a set of rules akin to a peerless combat art. Just a moment ago, the rules had clearly been activated, but when faced with Su Yue’s mop, they seemed to have lost their effect. Yes. They completely failed.

Although Ban Rongchen maintained a cold expression on the outside, his heart was blooming with joy. He thought, “You wretched bastard. Let’s see you laugh now. Let’s see you act arrogant and cause me trouble again. Last time, because of you, I had to eat a mouthful of mud. Now it’s your turn to eat a mop. This is the price of having a foul mouth.”

Mu Cheng swallowed hard. She never imagined that Su Yue could actually land a hit on Xueyang. This was the first time Xueyang had been struck since he arrived in the Divine Land.

Xueyang spun three times, looking completely bewildered. Since it was just a mop and not a real weapon, he wasn’t injured. Plus, Su Yue was only testing the waters, so the force behind the blow wasn’t too heavy. However, he couldn’t mentally accept this reality. He screamed in his mind, “Why! Why did I get hit again? My dodging ability actually failed again. Why. Why is this happening?”

Su Yue was also surprised. He thought to himself, “He’s not that freakish. Just an ordinary Fifth Grade, slightly weaker than Bai Xiaolong. Is he really that impressive? Did Meng Yang and Bai Xiaolong lose on purpose? But that makes no sense, they are so vain.”

Su Yue didn’t even consider the possibility of the Yingjie Saint Son. If this were a disguised member of the Yangxiang Race, they would never dare to mock the entire Divine Land so openly, especially with a Ninth Grade Martial Artist present. In theory, Mu Jingliang would be able to see through any disguise. Due to his preconceived notions, Su Yue never suspected that Xueyang was the Yingjie Saint Son. Because of this, he felt even more baffled.

“Again!” Xueyang gritted his teeth. He stood his ground, demanding Su Yue to attack him once more. He refused to believe in this absurdity.

BOOM!

With another strike, Xueyang was sent flying once again.

“Why are you such a masochist? You just had to force me to hit you,” Su Yue sighed. The sheer audacity was overwhelming.

After being sent flying this time, Xueyang scrambled up in disbelief. Before he could even regain his senses, Su Yue’s mop descended from the sky once again. For the third move, he still failed to dodge. This time, Su Yue had buffed his speed and strength. Since Xueyang was nothing but a fraud, Su Yue wasn’t going to hold back.

A beatdown!

What followed was an endless, relentless beatdown. Su Yue was already in a bad mood, and Xueyang jumping out at this moment was practically throwing himself right into the line of fire.

Ten minutes later.

Xueyang was beaten black and blue, his entire body swollen a full size larger. To prevent this bastard from begging for mercy, Su Yue had battered his lips until they were so puffy that he couldn’t even open his mouth.

“Didn’t you want to swallow a sword? Eat the mop first.” Su Yue was truly a ruthless man. True to his word, he forcefully shoved the mop right into Xueyang’s mouth.

WUU WUU WUU… BARF…

Xueyang could tolerate the stench, but that didn’t mean he could swallow the filthy strips of cloth from the mop. It was simply too disgusting.

“This is for having a foul mouth.

“This is for harassing Mu Cheng! This is for being so utterly shameless!”

RUMBLE!

RUMBLE!

“You dared to beat Meng Yang into a pig’s head, so I’ll make sure you can’t even be a pig’s head!”

With kick after kick, Su Yue specifically aimed for Xueyang’s face. Having lost his dodging ability, Xueyang’s speed was nothing but a joke in front of Su Yue. He couldn’t even manage to run away.

“Beat him to death, Su Yue!” Meng Yang cheered him on. If he wasn’t worried about embarrassing himself further, he would have rushed up to take his own revenge. This was immensely satisfying.

“Ban Rongchen, why are you still smiling?” Mu Jingliang asked. Seeing that Xueyang had been beaten beyond recognition, he was debating whether he should step in and stop Su Yue. Even though Xueyang had a foul mouth, he was still the Prince of the Mandie Country; beating him to death would cause a diplomatic incident. Fortunately, Su Yue knew his limits, inflicting immense pain without causing severe injuries. While Xueyang looked miserable, most of his wounds were superficial. However, Ban Rongchen’s expression puzzled Mu Jingliang. Why was he smiling? Wasn’t it his nephew getting beaten up?

“Sigh, it’s good for him to suffer a bit. He’s been spoiled since childhood. As long as he doesn’t lose his life, it’s fine,” Ban Rongchen replied. He wanted to suggest that Su Yue cripple Xueyang, but on second thought, it seemed a bit inappropriate. Either way, as long as Xueyang didn’t die, he absolutely wouldn’t intervene.

“You really are a responsible guardian!” Mu Jingliang nodded.

A few minutes later.

Xueyang was lying spread-eagle on the ground with a wad of mop stuffed in his mouth. He looked dead inside, questioning his very existence. He could ignore the agonizing pain ravaging his body. He could even ignore the mop he had been forced to swallow. But he couldn’t help but wonder why his dodging technique had failed. Why on earth did this happen? At which step did something go wrong?

“Su Yue, that’s enough. Be forgiving whenever possible,” Mu Jingliang shook his head and finally spoke up. He had been waiting for Ban Rongchen to intervene, but he didn’t expect the guy to be such a weirdo. Xueyang had already eaten the mop and been beaten so badly that even his own mother wouldn’t recognize him, which should be enough to vent their frustrations. Continuing to beat him would result in a loss of life.

“Xueyang, you’re not even worthy of half my strength. I’m very disappointed in you.” Su Yue tapped Xueyang’s head with his foot before walking away with a bored expression. It truly was boring. Without his dodging ability, Xueyang had zero power to fight back; he was just a weakling.

“Since the Prince of the Mandie Country insisted on giving gifts, I’ll sell these things to the Research Institute.

“The money I make from the sale will be donated to the Ministry of Education to provide some welfare for every student in the Wuda. You all have Mu Cheng to thank for this.”

Su Yue thought for a moment, then picked up the gifts Xueyang had placed beside the Evil Spirit Broken Bridge. It would be a waste not to take them. But keeping them around would be disgusting, so he might as well do some charity.

“West Martial Su Yue, what a grand vision,” the Deputy Section Chief of the Research Institute said, his face full of admiration.

All the students in the distance cheered. With over ninety million worth of items donated, each of them would receive a piece of this generosity. Su Yue was awesome!

“What a scoundrel,” Mu Cheng couldn’t help but smile. Only Su Yue could come up with such a wicked idea.

“Good job, Su Yue,” Mu Jingliang walked over and patted Su Yue’s head. This kid always managed to bring some sort of miracle every time he appeared.

“Dad, could the boyfriend I chose be an ordinary person?” Mu Cheng smiled happily.

“Su Yue, I still have some business to attend to, so I’ll be taking my leave first. I’ll come find you guys when I have time. Cultivate well and don’t slack off. The Wet Realm has yet to be pacified, and we still have a long and arduous journey ahead of us,” Mu Jingliang said earnestly, squeezing Su Yue’s shoulder.

“Mhm, don’t worry,” Su Yue nodded.

Speaking of which, the first time he met Mu Jingliang, this Ninth Grade Martial Artist was preparing to self-detonate to perish together with the alien races. He was a great general, after all. His father-in-law’s mind was completely filled with thoughts of his country and its people.

“What a pity. Since the issue with the Evil Spirit Broken Bridge can’t be resolved, we’ll just have to take it slowly,” Mu Jingliang sighed before leaving. The Evil Spirit Broken Bridge could help low-grade Martial Artists cultivate. If it succeeded, the Military Department would have an influx of many young recruits.

“Hold on a moment before you leave. Let Mu Cheng try out this sword first.” As he spoke, Su Yue unfastened the Creation Sword from his back.