Overprotected By My Tsundere CEO

Chapter 504 - 309: Outclassed and Publicly Shamed [Part 2]

A laid-back attitude, an unintentional tone.

Every move clearly conveys the meaning of "not taking the three of them seriously."

All Guests: "..."

The Production Team: "..."

The recording is almost over, and you’re still being arrogant?

Absolutely ground-breaking.

"So young, don’t be too full of yourself! Don’t cry to your master if you lose."

"Have you mastered the basics? And you’re here bragging!"

"One against three! Such a big mouth! Daring to say anything."

The three masters were clearly quite angered; each had some skills, rather proud by nature, now being looked down upon by a young person in their twenties, they couldn’t even care that they were recording a show.

Nora Scott calmly chuckled, appearing entirely at ease, "Try it and you’ll know."

"..."

The three masters nearly exploded on the spot from her words.

She’s really good at getting under people’s skin.

The production team collectively slapped their foreheads, feeling a headache coming on.

However, such a one-against-three scene is indeed quite explosive. Plus, Christopher Sullivan, who was previously angered to madness by the masters, stood by Nora Scott during the martial arts showdown and thus did not stop them.

"Are you really letting them all go at once?"

Seeing the three masters head to the ring, Deputy Director Coin approached, winking at Christopher Sullivan.

Christopher Sullivan lit a cigarette, uncaring, "Let them go. It’s worth watching anyway."

"What if Nora Scott loses?"

Deputy Director Coin was a bit worried.

With such tough talk, if she loses... it would be quite embarrassing.

If the legendary comic circle icon Zero were to ruin her image on their show, her fans might tear the production team apart.

Taking a fierce drag on his cigarette, Christopher Sullivan gave him a sidelong glance, then a glimpse in the direction of the stage at Nora Scott.

He asked, "Do you think she looks like she can lose?"

Deputy Director Coin had his doubts, "What if she’s blindly confident?"

Considering Nora Scott’s various performances, he really had high hopes for her.

Although sometimes Nora Scott was quite arrogant, it was still within acceptable limits.

However—

You can’t be that arrogant as to take on three at once!

Combined, those three are over 130 years old, and she doesn’t even have a fraction of that.

It seems unreliable.

Seeing his worried and tense look, Christopher Sullivan suddenly raised an eyebrow, lifted his hand, and patted Deputy Director Coin on the shoulder.

Deputy Director Coin suspiciously stared at him.

Christopher Sullivan asked, "Want to bet?"

Deputy Director Coin eyed him, "Who wants to bet with you?"

Cockily holding his cigarette, Christopher Sullivan directly ignored his words and asked again, "Bet on what?"

"Whoever loses has to treat the entire production team to dinner out of their own pocket," Deputy Director Coin gritted his teeth.

"Deal."

Christopher Sullivan beamed brightly, agreeing with full confidence.

"..."

Although he didn’t believe he would lose, seeing the smug expression on Christopher Sullivan’s face still made Deputy Director Coin’s teeth itch with annoyance.

Christopher Sullivan gave him a shove, gesturing, "Stay aside and watch closely."

"..."

Deputy Director Coin, enraged, turned around and squatted on the edge a step behind.

Taking a cold breath, he gazed bitterly at the ring, as if he had already seen through the phenomenon to the essence and understood the outcome of this competition.

Tonight, I’ll eat you into poverty!

*

In fact, most of the production team, and even the guests apart from Clement Winter, thought the same.

One more confused than the other.

You’re a young alternative, facing martial arts masters with decades of foundation, winning even one match would be good enough, how are you thinking of going one against three?

"Nora Scott has some skills, but can she compare to a few masters?"

"How is that possible? Look at what Nora Scott knows, martial arts, acting, comics. We won’t talk about comics, since there’s a talent boost... acting, you can see her reviews. Her skills must be decent, but before these martial arts masters, she’s likely just showing off."

"And she still dares to take on three at once?"

"She’s floating, floating high... really hope Director Sullivan calls it off, cut and redo this scene."

"You don’t even know. When these three masters chased after Nora Scott, they had a verbal spat with her, said a lot of bad about Plum Blossom Fist, being stubborn and arrogant, not putting Nora Scott in their eyes. Apparently, they pissed Nora Scott off, and she toyed with them until they were dizzy. She didn’t return even a single card they wanted back."

"The beauty probably wants to save face. Back when she went head-to-head with UU in comics, you could see her personality, she likes to humiliate others in things they’re good at."

"... I suddenly anticipate a twist, for the beauty to beat them so badly they roll all over the place."

"It’s night, maybe you can dream about it."

The staff stood on the periphery watching, whispering softly, gradually beginning to discuss.

All holding a "not looking good" view.

However—

The face burned with a fiery pain.

Nora Scott said a few words, seemingly angering the three masters again, and they raised their fists directly, attacking her from three directions.

The fists stirred up a fierce wind in the air, filled with sharp force, showing no mercy despite Nora Scott’s young age and gender.

However, they didn’t even touch Nora’s clothes.

Nora’s movement was miraculous, deftly dodging the attacks from three directions. The onlookers, in a daze, subconsciously thought she might have activated a "Qinggong" hack.

Her agile dodges were extremely like Qinggong, light as if she had no weight.

Her movements, complemented by her sleek outfit, made her flowing sleeves and long hair look so beautiful, like watching an impeccable martial arts drama fight scene.

Compared to her indescribable beauty, the three martial arts masters with their reckless and graceless attacks seemed to belong to a completely different realm.

In all martial arts under heaven, speed is unbeatable.

Half a minute.

The four-person skirmish dazzled the onlookers. When they came back to their senses, the three masters had already fallen to the ground one after another.

Only Nora stood straight on the spot.

The night wind lifted her ink-black hair and skirt, making her beauty otherworldly, with her jet-black attire, proudly cold brows, and a hint of wild unruliness, making her like an enigmatic nocturnal fairy.

Bright light, pitch-black night.

In the contrast of light and dark, she slightly lifted her red lips, the corners of her lips curling upwards slightly.

She lowered her eyelids, her gaze indifferent as it swept past the three masters, with disdain yet retaining arrogance.

She asked, "I heard that the three masters made a bet with Master Fonseca of the Plum Blossom Fist, that if you lose in the competition, you’ll publicly admit your styles are inferior?"

"..."

The three masters’ faces turned ashen.

Just immersed in the shock of being defeated by a youngster, now, with the mention of the bet, they only felt utterly humiliated, awkward, and embarrassed, their faces darkening to the extreme.

But—

It was they who proposed to have the real match with the program team;

It was they who insisted on keeping the promise after Liam Fonseca was hospitalized;

...

They had never thought they would lose.

In a suffocating silence, the three helped each other stand up.

"Don’t push us too far!"

The Yong Chun Boxing master gritted his teeth, glaring angrily at Nora Scott.

"If you can’t match the skill, accept the loss." Nora smiled faintly, leisurely, "However, if the three highly respected masters refuse to fulfill your promise on the excuse of ’I’m a substitute,’ it doesn’t matter either."

"..."

The three were instantly at a loss.

They couldn’t swallow their pride, hesitating for a moment, ultimately casting pleading glances at the program team, hoping for their help.

However, Christopher Sullivan, who they had scolded angrily last night, didn’t even spare them a glance, standing in the crowd talking to others, responding with the back of his head to their plea for help.

He didn’t react, didn’t call for a halt, and the others on the program team naturally dared not step forward.

The three: "..."

Leave some room to maneuver!

If they’d known negotiating with Christopher Sullivan last night, they should’ve left room for themselves.

With everyone watching, and the bet agreed to beforehand, at this moment, even if they were unwilling, the three had no choice but to suppress their anger and admit to Nora Scott that "their style is inferior".

They could only hope for the program team to edit this part out, so that when the show aired, they wouldn’t become a laughing stock in the Martial World.

Meanwhile—

The young onlooker jumped to Williams’ side.

He asked excitedly, "Did you get it on video?"

"Got it, got it," Williams saved the video with a wide grin, "This phone works great, it even captured their expressions."

"Quick, send it to the master to see." The young man urged, "I bet once he sees it, he might be so happy he jumps out of bed."

"This external help was so worth it. So beautiful, strong, and bold. I’ll register on Weibo to follow her when I get back, to become one of her fan army."

"Me too."

The two murmured for a while.

After successfully sending the video, Williams was overjoyed, "From now on, the master will have this video for entertainment."

...

Undoubtedly.

Whether or not the program team deletes this segment, the humiliating history of the three masters will loop in the short video, never to disappear.

*

On another side.

Christopher Sullivan stubbed out his cigarette and strolled over to Deputy Director Coin squatting on the steps in self-confinement.

With a half-smile, he nudged Deputy Director Coin’s leg with his shoe.

Deputy Director Coin moved aside, not deigning to look at him, waving irritably, "Scram, scram, scram!"

"What’s good for dinner?" Christopher Sullivan asked, somewhat mischievously.

Deputy Director Coin: "..."

In self-confinement.

"I told you before."

Christopher Sullivan chuckled lightly, raising his eyebrows slightly, glancing toward the arena, "Industry rumor, the most outstanding new generation martial arts actress among female actors."

Alas, her acting skills fall short.