Wu Ming vs Xiao Yu

Hearing this, Xiao Ling looked down at Aoba Pa and the others, his pitch-black eyes lingering for a second on the gray-clad youth in the crowd as if by chance.

"No problem. Since the two of you intend to send money to my Xiao Clan, I naturally have no reason to refuse."

"I wonder... what kind of stakes are you planning to put on the table?"

Hearing this, Aoba Pa and Jia Liebi exchanged a glance, both grasping the hidden meaning in the other's eyes, before he looked at Xiao Ling on the rostrum and said meaningfully.

"We intend to use the large marketplaces of our two families for this trade. I wonder what value Young Clan Leader Xiao Ling thinks that holds?"

Good grief! As expected of old foxes, they are trying to corner him?!

But what Aoba Pa did not know was that with his status in the Xiao Clan, let alone being the young clan leader, even if he wanted to be the clan leader... Xiao Zhan would have to step down and yield the position...

Yet, his ambitions did not lie within the Xiao Clan at all... and the way he nurtured the younger generation of the Xiao Clan was merely a casual move in a larger game...

On the Martial Arts Arena, Aoba Pa and Jia Liebi looked at the expressions of Xiao Ling, Xiao Zhan, and the others on the rostrum—expressions one might give a clown—and then at the reactions of the surrounding Xiao Clan juniors and servants, and suddenly felt a bad premonition in their hearts.

"The two of you can rest assured. I will handle the juniors of the Xiao Clan; even for that Xiao Ling, I have the means to deal with him."

Wu Ming stood between the two great families, his tone flat and without a ripple.

Hearing this, Aoba Pa and Jia Liebi felt as if they had been injected with a stimulant. They straightened their backs once more, looked up toward the rostrum, and their eyes were filled with confidence.

Watching their shifting reactions, Xiao Ling narrowed his eyes, various thoughts flashing through his mind, while he smiled on the surface.

"Four Foundation Establishment Powder, plus the original two, totaling six. As for the value, I don't think I need to say much, do I?"

Hearing this, a sharp glint flashed in the eyes of Aoba Pa and Jia Liebi, and they cupped their fists and smiled.

"Good! Young Clan Leader Xiao Ling is generous. It is settled then."

"For this second round, I send my foster son Wu Ming to fight. I wonder if Young Clan Leader Xiao Ling intends to take the stage himself, or..."

"Hmph, there is no need for Brother Xiao Ling to take action himself. I will fight you."

On the Martial Arts Arena, from the direction of the Xiao Clan disciples, Xiao Yu let out a cold snort. She strode forward with her long legs, arrived in front of the crowd, swept her beautiful eyes over Wu Ming, who had also stepped out of the crowd, and said earnestly.

"You are not worthy of Brother Xiao Ling's intervention."

Her words carried no arrogance; on the contrary, they were very flat, as if she were stating a fact.

And it was precisely this flatness that caused Wu Ming to open his slightly narrowed eyes, his indifferent gaze sweeping toward the rostrum.

Only then did he look at the blue-skirted girl before him, lingering for a second on those snow-white, long legs, and said indifferently.

"Whether I am worthy or not, won't you know once you come up and try?"

As he spoke, Wu Ming flashed onto the ring and looked at Xiao Yu with a provocative air.

"Hmph!"

Xiao Yu snorted coldly and cast her gaze toward her Brother Xiao Ling. Seeing him nod slightly at her and signal for her to be careful, Xiao Yu felt sweet inside, though her gaze drifted involuntarily toward Xiao Xun'er to the side, a trace of vigilance flashing in her beautiful eyes.

Only then did she look at Wu Ming on the ring, her tone icy while her eyes held a hint of gravity.

"Hmph, today I will teach you how to respect the strong."

As she spoke, Xiao Yu took a step forward, her slender figure flickering like a butterfly, and within a few blinks, she arrived on the ring.

"Oh, is that so?"

"Apart from those long legs of yours, you are worthless in my eyes. As for your Brother Xiao Ling, in my eyes, he is nothing but a fart. I really don't know why you all worship such a little brat..."

He did not hide his words at all, and the surrounding Xiao Clan juniors glared at him, looking as if they wanted to rush up and tear him apart.

Wu Ming did not care about this at all; what he wanted was to enrage this girl who did not look very smart.

This was because, the moment she landed on the ring, he had already sensed that her Dou Disciple fluctuations were not at all weaker than his own. This was his innate talent, which had allowed him to evade many strong enemies.

Therefore, he provoked her, because when a person is in extreme anger, their self-control weakens.

Although he also had trump cards, he was not prepared to use them on this long-legged beauty; they were specifically prepared for that Xiao Ling.

"You... are... courting death!"

Xiao Yu said, enunciating each word.

She was indeed angry. She swore that she had never been this angry before. In her heart, Brother Xiao Ling was the object of her worship... and also the object of her affection.

She would not allow anyone to disparage him in any form.

In extreme anger, Xiao Yu lifted her jade foot and took a step down. Instantly, a misty, murderous pressure bore down on Wu Ming...

Following this came the gasps of the crowd.

They saw a blurred shadow emerge behind Xiao Yu.

Wu Ming, who had been forced back a step by that aura of slaughter, looked up at the shadow behind Xiao Yu, his eyes filled with shock.

"What is this?"

"A Dou Technique Soul?"

He had never seen such a Dou Technique before.

It was not just him who had never seen it; the people around the Martial Arts Arena had never seen such a Dou Technique either, especially the group of Xiao Clan juniors, who, after their shock, all wore expressions of envy.

Xiao Zhan, meanwhile, cast a subtle glance at the white-clad youth beside him, yet he did not see any expression on the other's face.

However, he was certain that this bizarre Dou Technique must have been taught to Xiao Yu by that person...

Yet, Xiao Yu was unaware of what everyone was thinking; right now, she only wanted to kill the trash before her.

She lifted her jade-like foot once more, and the moment it descended, that ethereal killing intent bore down upon Wu Ming, while the slender figure behind her solidified by another fraction.

Caught off guard, Wu Ming spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Damn it!"

He didn't even have time to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth before he stared in shock at Xiao Yu and the slender figure behind her.

In that split second just now, that strange aura of slaughter had suddenly doubled in intensity; if he hadn't retreated in time, he would have already collapsed.

No! I can't let this woman continue to unleash this; the power of this step alone is already no weaker than a Di-tier Dou Technique...

He dared not gamble on how many more steps this long-legged beauty could take.

At this moment, a sudden sense of regret welled up in Wu Ming's heart; had he known this long-legged beauty was so insane, he never should have given her the chance.

"Sigh..."

With a sigh in his heart, a ruthless glint flashed through Wu Ming's eyes as he pulled a medicinal pill from his robes and quickly swallowed it, just as Xiao Yu was about to take her third step.

He flashed in front of Xiao Yu and raised his palm, pressing it toward her chest, a flicker of pity in his eyes.

An aura equivalent to that of a Dou Grandmaster erupted from that palm.

However, Xiao Yu showed no signs of panic; she believed that a certain someone would not let her fall into danger.

And in fact, that was exactly the case, for just as Wu Ming's palm was mere centimeters from Xiao Yu's chest.

A sigh drifted out from behind Xiao Yu.