Looking Cool Without Even Trying

At this moment, the outcome of the match was decided. The warrior with the ruddy face struck his opponent with both palms, sending him flying and coughing up blood. His chest was noticeably caved in, an injury that would leave him barely alive, if not dead.

The customer who bet on the Red-Faced Ghost General immediately roared excitedly, as if he had personally defeated his opponent, while the customer who bet on the opponent cursed angrily. No one cared about the loser's injuries.

In Si Ming's eyes, the two's fighting level was only at a kindergarten level, full of flaws, and he couldn't take them seriously at all. Therefore, he had no interest in them. However, since they were already here, it would be too disrespectful to Yuezheng Qiong to leave now, so he could only watch patiently.

The organizer stepped onto the stage and announced loudly, "The next challenger is a newcomer to the Steel-Fisted Iron Tower. You'll never guess what she looks like! I guarantee you'll be amazed when she appears... Now, please welcome our new contestant, Thunderbolt Beauty!"

Amidst gasps of surprise from many, a petite girl wearing a lion mask stepped onto the ring.

"Why does everyone like wearing masks? It seems like it's suddenly become a trend," Si Ming said idly, glancing at the arena before suddenly recognizing a familiar face. "Hey, it's her!"

Chapter 437 Pretending to be Handsome Without Really Trying

In a world with Internal Cultivation, weight is no longer the key factor influencing the outcome of martial arts battles, and various martial arts competitions are not graded based on weight. However, this does not mean that weight and body shape are no longer meaningful; they have simply become secondary factors. Moreover, as one's cultivation level increases, its importance will continue to decrease, especially at the level of approaching the Spirit Transformation stage, where it becomes dispensable.

However, the level of underground boxing in front of Si Ming was obviously not high. Most of the fighters' Internal Cultivation was at level five or six, and those at level seven or eight were considered top contenders. Therefore, "body size" could still have a significant impact on the outcome. A difference of ten kilograms might not be noticeable, but a difference of twenty or thirty kilograms would have a more obvious effect.

At this moment, the "Thunderbolt Beauty" on the ring weighed less than half as much as her opponent, "Steel-Fisted Iron Tower," and was only chest-high. When the two stood together, the contrast was especially obvious, further arousing the audience's hormones, and gasps of surprise kept coming.

The organizers were extremely satisfied with this result; otherwise, they wouldn't have risked hiring a student from Linked Mountains University. If the student had died in the ring, they probably wouldn't have been able to protect him, since presidents of top universities have significant social influence.

Fortunately, although this "Thunderbolt Beauty" appears petite and delicate, her skills are by no means weak. She had been sparred with beforehand, and her actual fighting ability was no less than that of some of the top fighters in the underground boxing world. Moreover, to be on the safe side, the organizers specially sent out a fighter whose style was countered—a fighter with such a sensational appeal as "Thunderbolt Beauty" should naturally be given more opportunities to compete in order to maximize the organizers' profits. It's not too late to consider fairness after the novelty for the audience wears off.

"It's actually Nie! What's she doing fighting in underground boxing matches?"

Nie Wanzhi's physical characteristics were too distinctive; it was impossible for Si Ming not to recognize her, let alone the fact that she was his classmate.

Yuezheng Qiong noticed Si Ming's expression and asked, "What, do you know her? Should I talk to the organizers and ask her to come down?"

Si Ming hesitated for a moment, then carefully observed Nie Wanzhi on the stage. Although she was wearing a mask and his expression was not visible, his fighting spirit was undeniable. If she had been forced onto the stage, she should be filled with anger.

"No need. She probably did it voluntarily, mostly for the money. Just remind her, Sister Qiong, not to let the organizers pocket what's rightfully hers."

This kind of thing is very common. Don't think that just because someone runs a big venue, they can look down on that small amount of prize money. Even a small amount is still something, especially on these irregular platforms. Without legal protection, they can swallow your money and there's nothing you can do about it.

"Now you know how to call me 'sister'? Do you have a crush on this little girl?" Yuezheng Qiong immediately gave her a disdainful look. "So that's your type. No wonder you're so rude to me. I thought my charm had diminished, but it turns out we're just not a good match."

"You've misunderstood. This has nothing to do with personal preferences. She's my classmate. We're not very close, but it's normal to put in a good word for her if we run into each other, right?"

"Tch, who are you kidding? This size is more like a middle school student, but this figure... well, the figure is definitely adult-sized. Is this the legendary 'baby face with big breasts'?" Yuezheng Qiong didn't find the term embarrassing at all.

"Not quite 'huge breasts,' just a little above average."

Because Nie Wanzhi was so petite, her chest appeared quite full.

"Oh, you even know the average bust size for girls? I thought you were a decent guy. Could it be that I misjudged you, and you're actually a master at seduction?" Yuezheng Qiong looked suspicious, then sniffed him. "Wait a minute, you clearly smell like a virgin?"

Si Ming squinted and said, "I've often seen the phrase 'virgin fragrance' in books, but it's always used to describe women. I've never heard of 'virgin scent' before. Could it be that Sister Qiong is a senior master of the 'lovely path'?"

Yuezheng Qiong remained calm, patting her chest with ease and slightly raising her chin. "Yes, sister, you've known countless men, and are called the 'Master of Heartbreak.' This isn't just empty fame. With a mere flick of my finger, countless men would beg to fall at my feet. So, an immature, shallow pretty boy like you is completely beneath my notice. Only 'fine wine' that has been refined by time can barely be tasted."

"Yes, yes, that's really amazing."

Si Ming gave a casual, perfunctory reply, feeling as if he were chatting and joking with his best buddies.

"Tch, how dare you doubt your sister."

She pressed the doorbell and called the waiter, which startled Si Ming. He thought she was going to call for "Xiao Guan," but she only brought him a bottle of bayberry wine. He immediately realized that he had been tricked.

"Haha, scared you, huh? This is what happens when you stop me from smoking. Remember next time, don't try to act all mature in front of me."

Yuezheng Qiong smiled smugly, poured himself a glass of wine, but because he drank it too fast, he choked and coughed incessantly.

"Cough, cough..."

Si Ming shook his head helplessly and patted the other person on the back. He finally understood. This guy kept claiming to be mature, but he was actually the most immature one. Contrary to his appearance, he was still a child at heart.

"Don't laugh!"

I didn't laugh.

At this moment, the fight on the ring began, stopping the two from their childish bickering.

Nie Wanzhi was at a physical disadvantage, and logically she should have used her agility to fight on the move, exhausting her opponent's stamina before striking. However, she unexpectedly chose to strike first.

Suddenly, a loud bang erupted on the arena, like a thunderclap rising from the ground. Nie Wanzhi's martial arts uniform swelled up like an inflatable balloon as she took a step in front of her opponent. Her palms lashed out, and the veins on her originally fair arms bulged, her five fingers turning black with arcs of electricity flashing across them.

The guy codenamed "Steel-Fisted Iron Tower" clearly hadn't expected his opponent to choose a head-on attack. Caught off guard, he quickly took a step back, then suddenly lowered his center of gravity and launched a fierce counterattack with his fists as big as casserole pots.

With his weight advantage, he was not afraid of any confrontation. Even considering the compensation from his Internal Cultivation, he still held a clear advantage in power.

Unfortunately, "Steel-Fisted Iron Tower" reacted a beat too slow and lost the initiative, which gave Nie Wanzhi enough time to react on the spot. She shook her arms, her sleeves suddenly bulged up, and she hid both hands in her sleeves. With a twist, she dodged the opponent's steel fist, causing it to hit only her sleeves.

Then, Nie Wanzhi shrank back, slipped under his arms, and lunged forward, striking his abdomen with both palms, sparks flying!

As the electric current entered his body, excruciating pain surged through him. "Steel-Fisted Iron Tower" groaned and staggered back several steps. Fortunately, he was physically strong and had external martial arts skills to rely on, so he was not knocked down by the blow. He stomped his foot, causing the ring to shake, and forcibly stabilized his retreat. Then, his muscles bulged and gleamed with a metallic sheen as he prepared to launch a fierce counterattack.

Hmm, where is everyone?

The petite figure was no longer visible from the front, and at the same time, a thunderous explosion rang out from behind.

However, Nie Wanzhi used her footwork to quickly move behind her opponent, gathering lightning in her palms and striking the opponent's hard, iron-like muscles once again.

"Steel-Fisted Iron Tower" was hit hard again, staggered forward, and felt a strong wind behind his head. So he turned to the side in the middle of the road, and his right arm swept in a fierce arc towards Nie Wanzhi behind him.

The difference in size between the two meant that "Steel-Fisted Iron Tower" could withstand multiple attacks, but Nie Wanzhi could not withstand a single punch from him.

Seeing that Nie Wanzhi was about to crash into the huge steel fist, in an instant, all the muscles in her body writhed, her fascia contracted, her strength was contained, and lightning bolts formed. She condensed her Qi and Blood into a single point, and all that unstoppable momentum was gone. She lowered her body and used her height disadvantage to avoid the punch from below.