Cousin Xiao Ning, May I Exchange a Few Moves with You?

"Do you yield?!"

"Tell everyone that I, Xiao Ning, and Xiao Xun'er are a match made in heaven!"

Snapped out of his thoughts, Xiao Yan looked up toward the training ground. As it happened, Xiao Ning was looking at him too.

Clearly, those last words had not been directed at the dark-skinned boy, but at him.

Everyone present turned their gaze toward Xiao Yan, seemingly forgetting the dark-skinned boy beneath Xiao Ning's foot.

"Die!" Taking advantage of Xiao Ning's distraction, the boy unleashed Stone Shattering Palm with one hand, his attack vicious and ruthless.

Xiao Ning sensed that, had his cultivation not been higher than his opponent's, this blow would have dealt him a fatal injury.

Perhaps he had lost interest in toying with his prey. He kicked the boy over a hundred meters away, sending him crashing heavily into a tree.

He had put almost all his strength into that blow.

The boy took it head-on. Even if he survived, he would be half crippled.

Such fighting was forbidden in the Xiao Clan, yet Xiao Ning showed no fear whatsoever.

After all, he was the grandson of the Xiao Clan Great Elder. With his current talent added to that, even the Clan Chief could do nothing to him.

Besides, the person he had beaten was merely an ordinary disciple of the Xiao Clan.

The unconscious boy was taken away for treatment. Xiao Ning never spared him a glance, instead walking toward Xiao Yan with a warm smile.

Many of the clan disciples watching knew perfectly well that something big was about to happen.

Xiao Ning's love for Xiao Xun'er had been common knowledge for a long time.

And, unsurprisingly, word of Xiao Yan and Xiao Xun'er going shopping together today had reached Xiao Ning's ears.

The claim that the dark-skinned boy had said something indecent was entirely fabricated. All he had actually said was that Miss Xun'er was so beautiful that he wished he could marry her and bring her home.

Yet Xiao Ning had insisted on calling that an insult to her virtue.

Although everyone felt the boy had been wronged, none dared provoke Xiao Ning, whose star was now blazing like the sun at noon.

"Hehe, Cousin Xiao Yan, here to learn Dou Techniques? Would you like your older cousin to find you a few high-level ones? After all, there are some things you don't yet have permission to access." Standing before Xiao Yan with a broad smile, Xiao Ning chuckled amiably.

Xiao Yan rolled up the scroll in his hand and placed it on the shelf. Shaking his head slightly, he said calmly, "Thank you for your concern, but I don't need any for now."

"Oh, right, look at me. Your older cousin almost forgot that your Dou Qi is only at the third stage. Anything too advanced would indeed be difficult for you to learn." His words dripped with mockery.

Xiao Yan took in his every word and gesture. As far as he could see, aside from an improvement in cultivation, this fellow had not changed at all.

"I know you're only saying all this to make me recognize the odds and back off. Still, I have to say-you're dreaming." A scathing smile slowly curled Xiao Yan's lips as he looked straight at him.

When it came to a contest of presence, he feared no one.

How could a mighty Dou Huang expert of such terrifying power possibly lose to trash who was not even a Dou Zhe?

Their eyes had met for less than a second before Xiao Ning lost the contest, his heart filling with apprehension.

This presence... it's nothing like what someone at the third stage of Dou Qi should have. Could this brat have recovered his talent?

Casting those thoughts aside, Xiao Ning's smile gradually faded. He had never expected the usually taciturn Xiao Yan to find the courage to talk back to him.

His expression darkened, and he sneered. "It seems you've made some progress lately, cousin. Even your words have gained some confidence. How about we exchange a few moves?"

"Would you like to exchange a few moves with me?" Just then, a girl's cool voice rang out from outside the Dou Technique Hall.

The disciples present all turned to look and discovered that the newcomer was none other than Xiao Xun'er.

A chill glimmered in her large, limpid eyes.

The corner of Xiao Ning's eye twitched. Watching Xiao Xun'er approach, his anger burned hotter. He shot Xiao Yan a venomous glare and sneered, "All you know how to do is hide behind a woman?"

"Why didn't you dare speak to me like that three years ago?"

Xiao Yan answered dismissively, then turned to Xiao Xun'er. "Didn't you go back to rest?"

"Mm. I had an insight while cultivating in my room just now, so I wanted to come to the Dou Technique Hall and look for an opportunity to break through."

At those words, all the disciples watching were stunned.

"Does that mean Miss Xun'er is about to break through to Dou Zhe?"

"That's impossible, isn't it? It's only been so little time."

Hearing their discussions made Xiao Ning feel even worse.

A favored daughter of heaven like her was not someone a piece of trash deserved to have. Only he did.

Yes, he alone was the most suitable choice.

At that thought, he drew a deep breath and cast a cold glance at Xiao Yan, his voice chilling:

"Xiao Yan, you're no longer the cultivation genius you were three years ago. Now, you're nothing but trash."

"You're not worthy of Xun'er. If you know what's good for you, leave her as soon as possible."

"Otherwise, hehe, I'll cripple you at the coming-of-age ceremony a year from now."

Hearing those threats, Xiao Yan's lips lifted slightly. He said casually, "Mm, all right. A year from now, I'll be waiting for you to cripple me."

Ignoring the sinister stare behind him, Xiao Yan took Xiao Xun'er's hand and started to leave.

But the girl had no intention of going.

"Cousin Xiao Ning, may I exchange a few moves with you?" Her voice was not loud, yet it carried clearly throughout the Dou Technique Hall.

For Xiao Xun'er, her Brother Xiao Yan was the one boundary no one could cross. Whoever dared bully him would receive a hundredfold repayment from her.

Faced with the girl's challenge, Xiao Ning was so furious he nearly ground his teeth to pieces.

Why should a piece of trash win his goddess's favor?

He refused to accept it.

So he intended to prove through strength who was the most suitable partner for her life.

On the training ground, Xiao Ning and Xiao Xun'er stood on opposite sides, surrounded by spectators eager to watch the show.

Xiao Yan stood a short distance away, silently nursing a headache. Even though he had been trying hard to pull the plot back on course, he found that all his efforts had been in vain. Everything was in utter chaos.

"Cousin Xun'er, be careful. Your older cousin is going to put some strength into this." Fierce energy radiated from Xiao Ning's body. He had no intention of holding back.

Feeling that power, Xiao Yan frowned slightly.

It seems the rumors were true. His cultivation has already broken through to the Ninth Stage of Dou Qi. Muttering inwardly, he turned his gaze toward Xiao Xun'er in the arena.

The girl shifted lightly on her feet. A faint golden glow emerged from her delicate, jade-like hand. Like a hand passing through blossoms to pluck a leaf, it slipped through the blockade of Xiao Ning's palms and finally landed softly on his chest.

The entire fight, from beginning to end, took only two breaths.

Xiao Yan rubbed his nose sheepishly. Only now did he realize that the girl before him was far more formidable than she had been in the original story.

She really has gone to great lengths to spare my pride. He understood the girl's thoughts all too well.

Looking at Xiao Ning, who had been knocked off the platform, Xiao Xun'er cupped her hands and said coolly, "Cousin Xiao Ning, thank you for yielding."

Perhaps ashamed, Xiao Ning lowered his head, wishing he could bury it underground.

Afterward, Xiao Xun'er took Xiao Yan's hand and left. When they reached the entrance of the Dou Technique Hall, the girl suddenly said, "A year from now, if anything happens to my Brother Xiao Yan, your younger cousin won't be as merciful as she was today..."