Poor, Semifinals

In the Semifinal Competition.

The massive hemorrhage suffered by Xiong Wenwu was clearly the most eye-catching aspect.

Many spectators turned to look because of the blood everywhere, and were surprised to find that the students from Songyang High School had actually defeated the strongest student from Red Pagoda High School.

Hu Yuntao immediately rushed over and took Xiong Wenwu for treatment.

Upon hearing that Xiong Wenwu's massive bleeding was due to hemorrhoids, Hu Yuntao instinctively clenched his buttocks.

"What can we do? Do we have to have surgery? Go to the hospital for hemorrhoid surgery every time it recurs?"

Thinking about the surgery fees he would have to pay this time, Hu Yuntao felt a pang of heartache. "Damn it! Why do I have external hemorrhoids too! Why am I not an internal hemorrhoid! If I had internal hemorrhoids, they could be protected by the Body Refining Cultivation Method, and I wouldn't have to spend money on surgery."

The competition coach patted him on the shoulder and laughed, "Silly kid, what do you do when you realize your head is being used as an opening for attack?"

"Of course, it's about practicing Iron Head Skill!" Hu Yuntao's eyes lit up. "You mean...?"

"Not bad." The competition coach's gaze suddenly turned cold as he looked at Hu Yuntao and Xiong Wenwu on the operating table, and said coldly, "Prepare to start your arduous training after you return to school. School Board Long is very dissatisfied with your performance this time."

The paramedic, listening to their conversation, couldn't help but think, "The head is a vital organ; couldn't they at least wear a helmet?"

On the other side of the emergency room.

Upon hearing the doctor's quote, Bai Zhenzhen's expression darkened. After asking several times, she suddenly said, "For these scratches on my body, I don't need to worry about scarring or cosmetic repairs. I just want the fastest and simplest treatment. Now I can get insurance coverage, right?"

The emergency doctor said helplessly, "Alright, alright, then it'll be 98,000 yuan, covered by insurance, but these injuries will definitely leave scars..."

As they spoke, the emergency doctor used his magic, his hands creating a series of afterimages as he began cleaning, reattaching the arm, suturing, stopping the bleeding, and applying various medications. Finally, he infused Bai Zhenzhen's body with a healing magic to accelerate the healing of her wounds.

Although the fees weren't cheap, the doctor's skills were indeed excellent.

More than half an hour later, Bai Zhenzhen felt that her injuries had healed by more than half.

However, he has scars on his arms, thighs, calves, and waist.

After being taken back to the rest area, Bai Zhenzhen waved her arm and laughed, "Your technique is not bad. I feel like you can use 80 or 90% of your strength without any problems."

As for the scars on her body, Bai Zhenzhen naturally didn't care.

Cosmetic procedures and scar removal are things only the wealthy can afford; they have nothing to do with her.

Lei Jun, standing to the side, looked at Bai Zhenzhen with a complicated expression and said, "Are you still planning to continue participating in the competition?"

Bai Zhenzhen laughed and said, "Of course! As long as I beat Le Mulan in the next match, I can meet Yu Zi in the finals. Then we'll be first and second, and Old Lei, you'll have face too."

Lei Jun sighed, "But your insurance has almost been depleted. I've seen Le Mulan's fighting style; her Sword Qi is sharp and her attack range is wide. If you fight her... the medical bills could easily rise to tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands."

Bai Zhenzhen fell silent for a moment upon hearing this.

Lei Jun said, "You've already made it to the semifinals, which is a very good achievement on your resume. Why risk continuing the competition?"

What he didn't say was... After all, you can't get into Ten Great Top Universities, so winning first place in the Martial Arts Competition isn't actually that important to you.

Lei Jun continued to persuade him, "Your playing style makes you prone to injury. If you had several hundred thousand yuan and didn't have to worry about post-match treatment, I wouldn't be advising you at all."

"But are you sure you want to take on a debt of tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands, for this Martial Arts Competition?"

Seeing Bai Zhenzhen still silent, Lei Jun helplessly advised, "A-Zhen, we are different from those rich people. When competing, we also need to consider the cost-effectiveness."

Just then, a figure limped over, writhing in pain. It was Zhang Yu, who had just finished his treatment.

Seeing Zhang Yu's injured state, Lei Jun thought helplessly, "It seems Zhang Yu won't be able to participate in the competition anymore."

However, Zhang Yu stretched his arms and legs and said, "Don't worry, Old Lei, I was careful when I hit him. I didn't hurt any vital organs; they were all just superficial wounds."

"Plus, I just mastered a new External Cultivation Martial Arts yesterday, so even though the injury looks serious, the insurance only cost 30,000..."

Lei Jun was initially skeptical, but after examining Zhang Yu, he looked at him in surprise. "You're quite something, kid. You're actually not injured at all?"

"I'll go get you some food and drinks. You should take this time to rest."

Shortly after Lei Jun left, Zhang Yu, while looking at his phone, said to Bai Zhenzhen, who was silent beside him, "A-Zhen, I heard what you were saying. You know I've already maxed out my platform credit limit; I can't get any more. I can only borrow some from my sister."

"But my sister isn't having an easy time either. I asked around, and the most I can borrow from her is 200,000 yuan. Do you think that's enough for your next match?"

Bai Zhenzhen: "I'll borrow and pay back the money myself from my Godmother; you don't need to borrow it for me."

"However, I've taken a close look at Le Mulan, and she's a bit difficult to fight. She's too easily injured. To beat her... it might take at least 400,000 to save her."

Bai Zhenzhen sighed and said, "Yu Zi, wouldn't it be great if we were rich?"

Having lived two lives, Zhang Yu was speechless upon hearing these words.

He wasn't born into a wealthy family in either of his lives, what else can he say?

... A short while later, with the quarterfinals over and all the contestants having received proper treatment and were out of danger, the situation was resolved.

The final four were then announced: Zhang Yu, Song Hailong, Le Mulan, and Bai Zhenzhen.

The next four semifinal matches will be Zhang Yu vs. Song Hailong, Le Mulan vs. Bai Zhenzhen.

Finally, the winners of the two battles will determine the competition champion.

Perhaps because they felt the Semifinal Competition would receive more attention, the two matches were not played simultaneously, but rather one after the other.

After the referees drew lots to determine the match order, the first match was Le Mulan vs. Bai Zhenzhen, and the second match was Zhang Yu vs. Song Hailong.

On the ring.

Le Mulan looked at Bai Zhenzhen in front of her, and when her gaze swept over the ugly scars on the other's hands and feet, she couldn't help but frown slightly.

She asked in confusion, "Why are there scars on my body?"

Bai Zhenzhen shrugged. "I don't have the money for treatment."

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Le Mulan was shocked. Although she knew that the poor were very poor, the fact that they couldn't even afford to repair the scars on their bodies still gave her a sense of 'horrifying'.

"Is this what poverty looks like? It's terrifying."

Faced with an opponent who couldn't even afford treatment, her fighting spirit instantly vanished, and a pang of pity even welled up within her.

Although the opponent was able to exploit Xiong Wenwu's weaknesses to win against a stronger opponent, Le Mulan was not concerned.

Because when facing any of the first-year high school students as her opponents, Le Mulan had enough confidence... she had no weaknesses.

With 3, 2, 1, let's begin!

With a flick of her fingertips, Le Mulan unleashed a series of sharp Sword Qi that shot directly toward Bai Zhenzhen's location.

It was the Star Dou Swordplay that Le Mulan had painstakingly cultivated to level 5.

Level 5 Star Dou Swordplay can already injure enemies from a distance of 5 meters.

Upon seeing the Sword Qi spanning five meters, Bai Zhenzhen's expression changed, and she hurriedly activated her own Body Piercing Sword Qi to block it.

But Bai Zhenzhen soon discovered that Le Mulan's Star Dou Swordplay was not only sharp in its Sword Qi, but also had a complex connection between each Sword Qi, like a military formation, which could always surround and attack her from various angles.

If Bai Zhenzhen wanted to break through the obstruction of these Sword Qi, she would feel the opponent's attacks becoming more and more intense with each step she took.

She felt as if she were in a large formation, and with Le Mulan's continuous Sword Qi, the space she could move in was being constantly compressed, making the situation increasingly dangerous.

She tried to enter stealth mode, but was quickly exposed as she parried Sword Qi Sword Qi, and the Sword Qi collided with each other.

The opponent's Sword Qi was too swift and dense; with her speed and explosive power, she couldn't dodge it by simply moving.

As for waiting for the opponent to run out of mana? Bai Zhenzhen could see that the mana in the opponent's body was extremely surging, and there was no sign of it weakening at all. If she wanted to exhaust the opponent's mana, Bai Zhenzhen's own mana would probably be exhausted first.

Bai Zhenzhen sighed inwardly, "Alas... using stealth directly on the arena is still too disadvantageous. It's only truly effective in the first battle when it's most unexpected. After that, when the opponent is on guard, it's not as useful."

Seeing Bai Zhenzhen struggling to cope, Le Mulan was not surprised at all.

"My Star Dou Swordplay is a unique style, with its Sword Qi energy being precise and disciplined, and its moves leaving no flaws."

"Unless a powerful Body Protection Technique forces its way through, it's impossible for an expert of the same level to get close to me."

In Le Mulan's eyes, Bai Zhenzhen was not even in the same league.

"There are weaknesses," Bai Zhenzhen thought to himself. "But my own stats aren't strong enough. If I force my way in, even if I win, I'll be seriously injured, right?"

"This sword strike might cost three or four hundred thousand..."

Are we really willing to risk hundreds of thousands?

Bai Zhenzhen sensed hesitation.

She had the courage to penetrate Xiong Wenwu's fierce and relentless attacks, striking at the opponent's weaknesses with her sword.

But when it came to gambling hundreds of thousands on a single victory, she hesitated.

It was this hesitation that made her realize that her sword strike was unlikely to succeed, because she had lost her unwavering determination.

"Well..."

So, a few seconds later, just as she was about to be completely surrounded by Sword Qi, Bai Zhenzhen chose to admit defeat.

As she stepped off the stage, a hint of relief flashed in her eyes. "In the end, I was just not strong enough, and too poor."

"Forget it, let's tell Yu Zi about this flaw and let Hao Da'er teach this woman a lesson for me. He shouldn't have to spend so much money."

With Le Mulan's victory, the Semifinal Competition moved to the second match – Zhang Yu vs. Song Hailong.

(End of this chapter)