Yao Yao realized what was going on and felt a bit like laughing and crying when she heard what the Smiling Young Master said. Well, after all, everyone thought she was a weakling, which made sense, since she had never shown her true strength.
"Tsk, uncle, you should use your full strength. After all, you're getting on in years, and I'm afraid I might accidentally ruin your old bones."
"You!" The smiling young master's mask nearly shattered. After all, although he was called a young master, people his age usually had sons who were already old enough to run errands. On the other hand, Yao Yao was young and fresh-faced, clearly the type of girl young ladies would like [currently still disguised as a man].
With a cold snort, he said, "Hmph, we'll see if you have the ability!"
With a "thump," the competition began.
The Smiling Young Master opened his folding fan, which served as his weapon, concealing nine throwing darts. The fan ribs themselves were made of extremely hard black iron, having accompanied him on his adventures through the martial world for many years.
After the mechanism was pressed, one of the darts struck Yao Yao directly in the face, startling her so much that she flinched slightly.
Good heavens, this smiling young man looks so gentle, but he turned out to be vicious and actually tried to disfigure her!
This is intolerable!
So, he pulled off the belt around his waist...
With a whoosh, a beautifully crafted soft sword appeared in Yao Yao's hand.
The audience initially thought Yao Yao was about to get serious when she drew her sword, but it turned out to be just some fancy, flashy stuff.
"Well, I think it's impossible. Weapons are all about simplicity and unpretentiousness; the more flashy they are, the more vulnerable they become!"
The smiling young master was also taken aback when he saw Yao Yao's soft sword. "Tch, with your broken sword, it's questionable whether you can even catch one of my throwing darts."
Yao Yao raised an eyebrow. "Don't speak too confidently, uncle. I'm worried about hurting my back... oh no, I mean, hurting my tongue as I get older."
A chuckle escaped from the audience.
The smiling young man's face instantly darkened. "Hmph, young man, don't be so arrogant!"
I'm not going to waste any more time arguing with Yaoyao; I'm going to go straight for the kill.
As expected, Yao Yao used her Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique) to flash behind the Smiling Young Master in an instant, and her nimble soft sword hooked his hand.
When the software was wrapped around his hand, the Smiling Gentleman realized he had misjudged the situation.
This isn't just flashy; it's clearly full of hidden secrets.
Once the force is released, those intricate patterns will pierce into the smiling young master's flesh.
If the soft sword were of poor quality, it wouldn't harm him. But who is Yaoyao? This software was modified again and again before it was finally made to Yaoyao's satisfaction. How could it be so fragile?
If he were to struggle now, his arm would be essentially useless. This would be a devastating blow to the smiling young master, who relied on his right hand.
All he could do was say, his face pale, "I admit defeat."
Yao Yao relaxed her grip, and the thorns slowly retracted. "Oh dear, wouldn't it have been better if you had just said so earlier? Why did it have to be so complicated?"
Seeing Yao Yao's smug look, the Smiling Young Master gritted his teeth in hatred. "Don't be so smug. You're just lucky to have a good weapon. Someone will take care of you!"
At this moment, the audience had already erupted in chaos.
"This...how is this possible? The Smiling Young Master actually admitted defeat!"
"Could it be that that kid actually has some skills?"
"I don't believe it. Anyway, I saw that the smiling young master's expression turn abnormal and he started to admit defeat after the soft sword entangled with it. There must be something wrong with that soft sword!"
"But what can we do? The martial arts tournament doesn't prohibit weapons; there are checks before going on stage."
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