Chapter 31: Son-in-law Winning Streak
The ridiculous ending of the first competition did not dampen the audience's enthusiasm.
Instead, it was like pouring a spoonful of water into boiling oil, causing the whole thing to explode.
In the next few rounds, the atmosphere in the martial arts arena became extremely strange.
Everyone stretched their necks, no longer caring about who won or lost, but just wanted to see what new and novel way Zhuo Huo would use to "deal with" his opponent.
"The next match is between Danfeng's Zheng Qiuyu and Qifeng's Zhao Tiezhu."
A tall, muscular man walked onto the stage.
He had obviously studied the tactics used by the Burning in the previous game.
He took off his sect's Taoist robe and wore only a tight black shorts. He was completely naked, not only his beard but even his eyebrows were shaved off.
He did not hold any magic weapon in his hands, his fists were clenched tightly, and the gloves on his fists were shining with metallic luster, which was obviously his natal magic weapon.
This look caused a burst of laughter in the stands.
Zheng Qiuyu sat on the sidelines, still looking calm and composed.
She looked at Zhao Tiezhu, who was facing a formidable enemy, and gave instructions to the system in her mind.
[Word Spirit·Protect]: My husband, the ground is cold, don't let your opponent lie on the ground.
Zhuohuo stood up and stood in front of her.
Zhao Tiezhu growled, exerted force on his feet, and rushed forward like a cannonball.
The fire didn't move.
Just when Zhao Tiezhu's fist was about to hit him in the face.
The burning foot was gently lifted up and then stomped down.
“Boom.”
The hard bluestone floor suddenly collapsed into a large pit more than half a person deep with his footing as the center.
Zhao Tiezhu's momentum was so strong that he had no time to react and fell straight in.
Dust is flying.
The whole audience fell into silence again.
Everyone looked at Zhao Tiezhu, whose head was sticking out and whose face was filled with astonishment.
After Zhuohuo finished all this, he walked back to Zheng Qiuyu silently and sat down next to her.
It seemed like just a trivial thing.
"puff--"
"Hahahaha! I can't take it anymore. What kind of fighting style is this? Earth-based spells?"
"Burying you alive if you can't defeat me? That's too mean!"
"Brother Zhao's preparations have all been wasted. They didn't even bother to take your clothes off."
The laughter was deafening.
Elder Wang on the high platform had a face so dark that water could be squeezed out of it.
Every opponent he arranged was dealt with in this outrageous way.
Confiscate magic weapons.
Strip off clothes.
Now even burying alive is used.
Not a single rule was violated.
In this ridiculous atmosphere, Zheng Qiuyu's reputation rose instead of falling.
During the interval between several rounds of competition, a figure walked up to Zheng Qiuyu.
The man was dressed in moon-white clothes, with a face as beautiful as jade, clear eyes, and a sincere look that showed his innocence of the world.
It was Baili Fusu.
He bowed deeply to Zheng Qiuyu.
"Fairy Zheng, my name is Baili Fusu."
His voice was gentle, with a hint of cautious exploration.
"Just now I saw that although the fairy had a smile on her face, there seemed to be worry in her eyes."
"I wonder... is there something you're hiding?"
"If the fairy is trustworthy, I am willing to lend a helping hand."
Zheng Qiuyu's heart was filled with alarm.
She raised her head and looked at Baili Fusu.
This man is really good-looking, upright, and his eyes are full of a sense of mission of "I want to save you".
What a naive fool.
Her eyes reddened slightly and she quickly switched to weak mode.
【Word Spirit·Confession】
"Thank you for your concern, Master Baili."
Her voice had a barely perceptible tremor, filled with a complex mix of "grievance" and "happiness."
"My husband... although he can be a bit overbearing at times, his methods are also somewhat... special."
"But he is devoted to me."
She lowered her head and stroked her flat belly, a smile mixed with sweetness and helplessness on her face.
"I'm happy with it."
Baili Fusu was stunned.
He looked at the "deep love" expression on Zheng Qiuyu's face, and then looked at the "son-in-law" with confused eyes and lifeless face not far away.
this……
How is that possible?
He felt his cognition was hit again.
Just then.
On the martial arts stage, Shao Huo, who was in the middle of the next competition, suddenly stopped.
He slowly turned his head.
Those chaotic eyes passed through the crowd and locked onto Baili Fusu accurately.
The moment Baili Fusu met those eyes, the hairs on his body stood on end.
An indescribable terrifying pressure, like a thousand-foot-high mountain, came crashing down.
There is no fluctuation of spiritual power.
No murderous intent.
It is pure, absolute crushing from the level of life.
His breathing stopped, his heart seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand, and even his thinking began to slow down.
The temperature of the surrounding air suddenly dropped, and the noise seemed to be isolated.
He saw a dark light flash across the black love chain between his burning eyebrows.
That was a warning.
One that comes from the male's absolute possession of what he owns.
The pressure comes quickly and goes away quickly.
In just a moment, Baili Fusu felt his whole body relax, and cold sweat instantly soaked his back.
He was gasping for breath, and when he looked at the martial arts arena again, Zhuohuo had already turned around and pointed his finger, knocking his opponent's magic weapon away and ending the match easily.
Elder Wang on the high platform took in the entire scene.
He saw Baili Fusu's pale face and then looked at Zheng Qiuyu.
An idea came to his mind.
A sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
This silly boy named Baili Fusu seems to be a good chess piece.
Zheng Qiuyu also felt the fleeting pressure.
Her heart sank.
She could clearly sense that every time Zhuo Huo used the power of chaos, even if it was just the release of this kind of pressure, the cracks on the emotional chain on his brow deepened at an imperceptible speed.
That chain was both a tool to control him and a sword hanging over her head.
She must find Yunya as soon as possible.
Zhuohuo relied on his unique "son-in-law" style to overcome all obstacles.
He successfully advanced to the minor finals.
The name Zheng Qiuyu's reputation in Qingyun Sect has reached an unprecedented height.
Baili Fusu stood in the crowd, looking at Zheng Qiuyu who was surrounded by everyone, and the expressionless Zhuo Huo beside him.
The deadly pressure just now completely dispelled all his doubts.
That's not affection.
That's imprisonment!
Fairy Zheng must have been coerced by that devil using terrifying means, which is why she said those words!
The pity and sympathy in his eyes turned into firm belief.
He must save her!
At this moment, the referee elder's voice resounded throughout the venue.
"The sect competition finals begins!"
"The two sides——"
“Danfeng, Zheng Qiuyu’s husband, burning fire!”
"Against, Tianxing City, Baili Fusu!"
The whole audience was in an uproar.
Baili Fusu clenched his fists, and a blazing "fire of justice" burned in his eyes.
He looked at Zheng Qiuyu and made a vow in his heart.
The finals is the stage for him to rescue the fairy.
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