Gorgeous Female Tenants

Chapter 338: Still as a virgin, moving like a fleeing rabbit

At the moment when the iron balls collided, Xu Xiangbei noticed that Xiao Ye’s ears moved involuntarily.

It was evident that, like himself, Xiao Ye seemed still on the outside, but the killing intent had already firmly locked on to the opponent, using stillness to counter numerous changes, as calm as a placid dove, and yet moves like a darting rabbit.

Xu Xiangbei secretly admired him. Although Xiao Ye Fengci was a loathsome and detestable opponent, his ears were indeed very sensitive. The moment Xu’s four iron balls slipped from his sleeve to his hand, they had been heard distinctly by him.

As time ticked by, those present knew neither side had moved. They waited patiently, but those watching online, on computers and TVs, wondered if the network had disconnected or the screen had frozen, why the video wasn’t moving at all.

To make sure the video didn’t seem like it was frozen or offline, the referee suffered, waving both arms to show, "I’m still alive, and the network’s still connected."

Seeing both sides remain as motionless as stones on the stage, Huang Qinghai squinted through narrowed eyes, casting a glance at President Qiao across the ring.

Perhaps due to fatigue from the day, President Qiao was slouched back in a comfortable chair, dozing off. As he was about to fall asleep and snore, Secretary Wang frowned and gently nudged him with her elbow to keep him awake.

President Qiao lit a cigar, took a few puffs, and finally dispelled the overpowering drowsiness.

The studio was very quiet; there wasn’t even anyone breathing loudly. Everyone held their breath, focusing intently on the stage, afraid to miss the slightest detail.

Suddenly, a spotlight above in the studio exploded with a pop, and the absence of one spotlight made the lighting on the ring much dimmer.

The exploding spotlight startled everyone. As they traced the sound upwards, seeking the source of the explosion,

an intense, dazzling blade light like lightning flashed on the ring, making everyone’s eyes hurt, and gasps erupted from the crowd, "It’s started, the sword has been unsheathed."

Many people had expressions of excitement mixed with schadenfreude; images of blood splattering and Xu Xiangbei lying miserably in a pool of blood surfaced in their minds.

With the brilliant flash of the blade, a crisp sound of metal clashing rang out, closely resembling the inseparable pairing of lightning and thunder.

When everyone refocused their gaze from above back to the ring, Xu Xiangbei and Xiao Ye Fengci were as still as at the start of the combat, one with eyes closed, the other smiling as he looked at his opponent.

Some couldn’t help but feel a bit deflated. That damned spotlight explosion robbed them of witnessing a spectacular scene.

In fact, if not for the explosion of that spotlight earlier, Xiao Ye Fengci would not have unsheathed his blade, and Xu Xiangbei would not have used his iron balls to counter it; there wouldn’t have even been an exchange of moves.

Both wore the same composed expressions they had at the beginning of the duel, but internally, their minds were turbulent, struggling to regain calmness.

Xiao Ye Fengci believed his most fierce and terrifying single blade strike of Ittō-ryū had landed on the hardened iron ball, leaving his hands in excruciating agony.

If not for his extraordinary skill and the samurai saber which had been refined a thousand times and incorporated special minerals, with unparalleled flexibility, it would have either slipped or snapped in two.

Having received Xiao Ye Fengci’s strike, Xu Xiangbei was equally shocked internally.

The strong vibration transmitted through the blade roiled his vital energies, indicating that next time, he would need to use more than half of his inner strength to withstand the blade.

Xu Xiangbei also had a sense of familiarity with this saber technique, which resembled the path of the blade from that night by the man in black, though slightly faster.

Do not underestimate this small increment in speed. Among top fighters, even a slight edge could determine the outcome and reverse the heavens.

Just as everyone felt extreme boredom, the studio door was pushed open, and a gust of cool wind blew in.

Everyone’s eyes turned to the door, seeing the pockmarked security guard entering with a bottle of Bordeaux wine from France; President Huang had drunk all the wine out of boredom, asking the security chief to bring more.

Suddenly, a howling gale arose on the ring, more fierce, mighty, wild, and terrifying than the breeze blowing in through the door, causing one’s courage to falter.

Xiao Ye Fengci had already risen from his half-kneeling position, gripping the black-cloth-wrapped hilt of his samurai saber tightly. Each slash was like lightning cutting through a rainbow, aiming to strike Xu Xiangbei.

Meanwhile, Xu Xiangbei’s hands danced in the air like a ballet dancer’s. With each wave of his hands, a relentless clanging sound echoed, unsettling hearts and nerves, so tense it almost induced vomiting.

The continuous metallic clamor was sometimes like a sobbing spring, flowing everywhere, sometimes like a rousing war drum striking chords deep within.

The spectacle left everyone watching with racing hearts; they only saw a curtain of light enveloping Xu Xiangbei, with Xiao Ye Fengci’s fierce blade of death at the perimeter, and within, an impenetrable barrier of light, Xu’s iron balls serving as protection.

Everyone was mesmerized, unable to discern the saber technique or the iron balls Xu Xiangbei tossed.

If anyone paid attention, they’d notice both combatants had their eyes closed; they weren’t fighting with sight but with heart, relying on hearing and feeling.

The experts saw the subtleties, while the spectators saw the excitement. Xiao Ye Fengci’s senior brother, Zuo Mu, watched with beads of sweat on his forehead, his face ashen.

He hadn’t anticipated his junior brother’s sword technique to reach the level of distinguishing weaponry by sound, nor had he expected this unremarkable young man from Huaxia to match his junior without signs of defeat.

He knew he was far inferior to the two in the ring; the terror of his past defeat at Xu Xiangbei’s hands surfaced again, and cold sweat dripped all over as if those iron balls were going to slam into his face.

Huang Qinghai and Qiao Mountain exchanged worried glances. They initially thought this contest would swiftly conclude as before.

But now, the signs were baffling to them; they couldn’t comprehend the sword technique, much less Xu Xiangbei’s dual iron gall.

They had wagered heavily on Xiao Ye Fengci, each placing thirty million; they only cared about their money, feeling their thirty million drifting further away from them.

Lei Ziming didn’t care who won; he had only placed a small bet for fun. The lively match excited him, making his blood boil, feeling as if he were in a game world, dueling a demon with cold weapons.

Behind the computer screens, the audience’s expressions varied widely. Boss Peng smiled while puffing on a cigar, adamant about betting on Xu Xiangbei to win.

Iron Head watched with a terrified expression, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead. He understood that last time at the KTV entrance, Xu Xiangbei hadn’t gone all out; if he were in the ring, likely Xiao Ye Fengci would decapitate him with the first strike.