Inside the Zhao Family estate.
At the foot of the mountain in the rear courtyard.
"Who came that Uncle Zhao had to personally receive them?"
A woman with wheat-colored skin and strong, muscular legs wiped the sweat from her body, looking puzzled.
Beside her stood a short girl with an impressively ample chest.
At that moment, she clumsily swung the long spear in her hands. Though her form was a mess, every movement carried fierce force.
Even without any technique, a single thrust from her could easily skewer an ordinary person straight through.
If Mu Yun had been here, he would definitely have recognized the master and disciple he had not seen since the College Entrance Examination—Chi Duoduo and her teacher.
The woman speaking was none other than the Title Level Fighting Type Heavenly Queen—Lü Shouchun.
Opposite her stood a woman with a neat high ponytail, heroic features, and sharp, blade-like brows.
She wore a fitted snow-white martial outfit that accentuated her figure. Her well-defined hand held a bright silver spear, its sharpness utterly intimidating.
She was the daughter of the Zhao Family's patriarch, the organizer of this Martial Arts Tournament, and Lü Shouchun's friend—
Zhao Shiyu!
She had also been the Martial Arts Tournament champion in Lü Shouchun's class.
"It's that old bastard from the Xu Family. Half his body's already in the grave, yet who knows what he came here for."
Zhao Shiyu's sharp brows furrowed, her words full of displeasure.
Over the past few years, the Xu Family had been outrageously aggressive and arrogant, clashing with the Zhao Family more times than anyone could count.
Her father followed the ancestral teaching of putting caution first, yielding every single time.
Though their losses had not been great, the humiliation was hard to swallow.
In her view, what was