Yang Zihan, the Witch of a Hundred Faces

"Pretty boy, you cheated."

Liao Siyuan let out a furious roar. He had been knocked off the arena before he even knew how he had gone flying, and his heart burned with resentment.

He sprang up again, leaping onto the arena.

At that moment, Liao Siyuan failed to notice that he had only been able to jump back onto the arena because he was unhurt.

Ning Yue, however, had noticed.

As expected, I can not only control my own strength, but also control the force to judge how much damage my opponent takes.

A smile appeared on Ning Yue's face, a heartfelt smile for the improvement in his martial dao realm.

He understood that this should be the effect of the Martial Dao Myth cheat, improving his comprehension in every respect.

This should be the level beyond the Minute Subtlety realm. From now on, I'll call it Control.

Facing Liao Siyuan's attack, Ning Yue remained utterly calm.

He regarded the attack as if it were nothing.

Once Liao Siyuan reached him, he flashed aside again and thrust out his right fist. Light yet heavy, it struck Liao Siyuan's chest like a massive hammer as weighty as a mountain.

Bang.

Liao Siyuan flew backward again, his posture, direction, and speed no different from before.

"Like hell I can't land a strike on you!!!"

Liao Siyuan flew into a rage. Fury consumed his emotions and turned his brain to mush, leaving him intent on landing a single strike on Ning Yue.

And so it went.

Liao Siyuan jumped onto the arena, flew backward, jumped again, and went flying again...

At first, Ning Yue had still needed to dodge slightly, but later, he did not need to move at all. He simply waited for Liao Siyuan to come to him, then sent him flying again with a light hammer blow.

After being sent flying yet again, Liao Siyuan panted heavily.

"I don't believe it, I..."

Just as he prepared to jump onto the arena again, a hand grabbed him.

"Which dumbass is that? Let go."

Liao Siyuan jerked his arm hard, but failed to shake the hand off.

He jerked it again, but still failed.

"Fuck!"

He turned to see several of his companions, their faces dark.

"Liao Siyuan, how dare you curse my brother?"

Yang Zihan's expression was ugly, her face full of anger.

This sister of mine is still a little useful.

Yang Yifei was delighted. How rare it was to receive his sister's care.

"Even if he is a dumbass, you're not allowed to say it. You can't call people what they are just because that's what they are."

Yang Zihan continued.

Hearing this, the people around them could not help themselves. They turned away, struggling to hold back their laughter.

"Be serious." Yang Yifei forced down his feelings and scolded Liao Siyuan in a low voice. "A loss is a loss. It's not like Huaqing High School can't afford to lose. Stop embarrassing yourself."

Liao Siyuan instantly calmed down. Thinking back on what had just happened, he realized he had done something stupid.

Looking at the stands again, he saw that Director Lin Qinghua of his school looked displeased.

The surrounding spectators were all students of Xinyuan Middle School. Every one of them looked at him derisively, their smiling faces full of mockery.

"I... I..."

He cared about his dignity too, and for a moment, he could barely get his words out.

"Come on, let's go back. Yang Zihan, you're up next."

With that, Yang Yifei turned and left.

The others followed behind him, leaving Yang Zihan there alone.

"Brother, thank you! I've wanted to see my idol up close for ages!" Yang Zihan shouted at Yang Yifei's retreating back.

He had thought it was revenge, but he got thanks instead.

Yang Yifei felt even more displeased.

A grown daughter can't be kept at home. Oh, little sister.

Just then, the referee's voice rang out from the arena.

"First match, Xinyuan Middle School wins."

"Prepare for the next match. Huaqing High School, please send out your contestant."

The referee was a homeroom teacher at Xinyuan Martial Arts High School. He could have declared Huaqing High School's defeat earlier, but had chosen to wait until now.

It went without saying that he had done it on purpose too.

He simply wanted to see Huaqing High School make a fool of itself. As a teacher at Xinyuan Middle School, he felt a heartfelt loathing for Huaqing High School's arrogance.

In particular, he had seen the students who had been seriously injured at the school infirmary. If not for his position, he would have wanted to take action himself.

Seeing what Ning Yue had done, his favorable impression of him greatly increased.

Smiling, the referee nodded kindly at Ning Yue.

Then he turned around, his expression solemn as he acted as a fair and impartial referee.

Ning Yue returned the referee's smile with a polite one.

He was speechless.

Can I say I didn't do it on purpose?

I only wanted to practice my control. I didn't do it deliberately.

"Huaqing City, please select your contestant for the next match."

As soon as the words fell, a figure suddenly appeared on the arena.

The arena gave a dull thud, as though a ten-thousand-jin weight had fallen onto it.

"Why do these people from Huaqing City always take the unusual path?"

Ning Yue muttered.

He looked closely and saw that the person who had stepped onto the arena this time was the pure-looking beauty from Huaqing City. She had a slender figure and an innocent face, and though she was young, she was neither too generously nor too modestly endowed. She looked particularly lovely.

All of that was on the premise that one ignored the enormous pair of hammers on her back, each heavier than the last.

"Idol Ning Yue, I'm here."

Yang Zihan jumped onto the arena. When she saw Ning Yue, her eyes lit up and her heart raced. The sight of his dashing, enchantingly handsome face made the temptation even harder to resist.

Wah ha ha ha!

Here I come, Ning Yue, you gorgeous hunk!

She opened her mouth and let out a delicate laugh like ringing bells, then ran toward Ning Yue.

She strode forward like a meteor, covering more than a zhang with each leap.

After a few steps, Yang Zihan came to her senses and chanted silently, I'm a lady, a lady, a lady.

She repeated important things three times in her mind.

Then she stopped and moved forward with a sway at every step, taking tiny, lotus-like strides.

Tap, tap, tap...

An inch at a time, she moved with graceful charm.

Her movements were both innocent and alluring, and her every glance shone.

But her actions left everyone utterly bewildered.

Miss, what are you doing?

This is an arena match!

"Ning, handsome brother, I'm your fan. Can I add your martial artist number?" After three minutes, Yang Zihan finally reached Ning Yue. Facing him, she spoke in a soft voice, her cheeks slightly flushed.

Ning Yue was speechless.

Could she be crazy?

He had a constant feeling that there was something wrong with the beauty before him. What a pity-a campus-belle-level face gone to waste.

Ning Yue grew wary when Yang Zihan asked to add his martial artist number.

Could this be another plot?

But when he saw her sincere gaze and the admiration in her eyes, his Eye of Heaven Observation and the sixth sense from Martial Dao Myth detected not the slightest trace of pretense.

Ning Yue thought about it. There was no harm in adding her martial artist number.

If they had no contact in a few days, he could simply delete her.

He took out his martial artist wristwatch and added Yang Zihan as a friend.

"Thank you, handsome brother."

Yang Zihan giggled.

She reached back with her right hand, drew out a heavy hammer, and brought it down toward the top of Ning Yue's head. At the same time, she shouted, "Watch out, I'm going to attack!"

"Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer Technique!"

Gripping a heavy hammer in each hand, she assumed a stance, her imposing force surging like a tide. Every step and stamp displayed her full might.

Her appearance changed dramatically. She grew taller, gaining more than ten centimeters, and her loose clothes became form-fitting, highlighting her curves. Her ample chest, full hips, and long legs displayed the air of a mature queen to the fullest.