Chapter 152: Don’t Bully A Poor Young Man! Don’t Bully A Poor Middle-aged Man! Don’t Bully A Poor Old Man! The Dead Are Greatest!
Suddenly, Ming Chenxing drew his long sword, spiritual flow surging, and spiritual energy symbolizing the metal attribute wrapped around his sword.
Dots of cold light flickered within, not dazzling, but slowly converging into lines on the sword body, while the ground beneath Ming Chenxing’s feet also gradually gathered, showing dots of golden light.
Looking from afar, the entire arena was reflected into a milky way.
Ming Zhaoshuang only felt a huge suction force surge towards her, causing her to condense within these stardust, slowly sinking amidst this milky way.
Meanwhile, Ming Chenxing’s long sword hung above his head, bringing fear and illusion.
This is… Ming Chenxing’s self-created sword move!
Following Fei Changxiu, Ming Chenxing has also created a sword move!
Ming Chenxing looked up at Cheng Zhaoyang, who was unaffected by the milky way, merely displaying an appreciative gaze as she looked at the beautiful scenery beneath her feet.
Fei Changxiu stared blankly, “No, little brother, you didn’t tell me you also created a sword move!”
Ming Chenxing curled his lips and retorted, “Do you think only you are allowed to create sword moves?”
The last time he fought against Fei Changxiu, his narrow victory was entirely due to the education he received from the Upper Cultivation World since childhood, and it allowed him to see the terrifying nature of Fei Changxiu’s self-created sword move.
Ming Chenxing was unwilling to fall behind him.
After that day, he comprehended a new sword move within the residual sunset sword intent.
This move is called “Galaxy Gradually Falling.”
Unlike the Flowing Sword Array, which creates illusory shadows with the wind to multiply damage, his sword move utilizes the most brutal destructive power of metal element spiritual power. It only needs to draw stars into the sword to multiply the sword intent with starlight.
The galaxy was brilliant, and with a light tap of his foot, Ming Chenxing gathered the power of tens of millions of stars and fiercely slashed towards Cheng Zhaoyang!
Golden light surged, and Cheng Zhaoyang heavily smashed her sword onto the milky way!
In an instant, the milky way shattered!
Two metal element sword qi of the Nascent Soul Stage collided, shattering more than half of the arena, with cracks several feet deep.
Ming Zhaoshuang was flung several meters away, her azure skirt hem stained with layers of dirt.
She coughed a few times, thinking what kind of misfortune this was, why she was getting injured even when lying down.
Before she could finish lamenting, she saw Qi Man rushing towards her with over a dozen illusory shadows, imposing.
And at the other end of the sky, Fei Changxiu looked at Ming Zhaoshuang with a grin and said, “Junior Sister, if we can’t beat Cheng Zhaoyang, we two can’t let you off either!”
When the two of them saw Cheng Zhaoyang, they knew they had lost for sure.
But if they couldn’t defeat Cheng Zhaoyang, they had to defeat Ming Zhaoshuang to prove they weren’t that bad.
Ming Zhaoshuang, caught off guard, threw out several defense talismans, but they could only block half of the sword shadows. She cried out in distress, having no choice but to call for Fushuang to block.
But there were simply too many sword shadows, and they were too fast, she didn’t have time to block them at all!
She was truly impressed by Fei Changxiu, that old trickster.
She was just watching, and yet they still had to bully her, a noob!
Before Ming Zhaoshuang could even raise Fushuang, a beam of golden sword qi directly cleaved towards her, easily breaking through several illusory shadows of Qi Man.
Cheng Zhaoyang’s crimson skirt hem moved slightly, slightly tattered, but her expression remained completely unaffected.
She looked at Fei Changxiu and said with a faint smile, “Brother Fei, bullying a young girl like this isn’t very appropriate, is it?”
Golden light scattered, and the result of that confrontation was already clear.
Ming Chenxing spat out blood, his entire body disheveled, supporting himself with his long sword, he could barely stand.
An innate gold spirit root was an absolute suppression against his peak grade gold spirit root.
Not to mention Cheng Zhaoyang also possessed an innate sword bone, and her heroic spirit forged on the battlefield of the bloodthirsty corpse mountain, facing Cheng Zhaoyang in the late Nascent Soul Stage, he had no chance of winning from the start.
Even though he created his own sword techniques, he still couldn’t shake Cheng Zhaoyang in the slightest.
He said faintly, “I lost.”
Fei Changxiu retracted Qi Man and waved his hand with an air of nonchalance, “Lost, lost, lost to the first place in the doubles match, I accept it wholeheartedly.”
Ming Zhaoshuang and Cheng Zhaoyang could only say they had advanced to the top four, but Fei Changxiu no longer needed to see the outcome, hence his statement.
Ming Zhaoshuang’s eyes were practically sparkling, “Sister Zhaoyang, you’re so cool, can we date! Sister Zhaoyang, you’re so strong, clearly the empress of swords! Sister Zhaoyang, you’re amazing, just looking at you gets me excited! Sister Zhaoyang, you’re so awesome, you’ll definitely get first place sooner or later!”
Cheng Zhaoyang ruffled Ming Zhaoshuang’s hair and laughed, “Keep flattering me, I like hearing it.”
The two slowly walked off the stage.
Ming Zhaoshuang was still enthusiastically praising her, “Sister Zhaoyang is handsome, dashing, elegant, graceful, heroic, mighty, invincible in the world, and the most handsome in the universe!”
Cheng Zhaoyang laughed heartily.
Fei Changxiu wondered, “Hey, Junior Sister, why aren’t you praising me?”
Ming Zhaoshuang rolled her eyes at him, “Why would I praise you? Praise you for being old? Praise you for not bathing? Senior Brother Xiu’er, one should know their place and not have foolish ambitions.”
Fei Changxiu was amused to the point of anger, raising an eyebrow, “Junior Sister, haven’t you heard the saying? Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river, do not bully a young man when he is poor! Sooner or later, I will make you willingly praise my handsomeness!”
Ming Zhaoshuang turned to look at Qin Feilong and said, “Senior Brother Qin, look, he’s stealing your lines.”
These are the exclusive lines for our trash protagonist, how can they be casually used on our cannon fodder male supporting character, Fei Changxiu.
Qin Feilong chuckled, thinking that if Ming Zhaoshuang had directly and brazenly broken off the engagement back then, without giving him any face, he might have actually said that line.
He looked at Fei Changxiu and said, “Senior Brother Fei, haven’t you heard the saying? Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river, do not bully a young man when he is poor! Do not bully a middle-aged man when he is poor! Do not bully an old man when he is poor! The dead are the greatest!”
Fei Changxiu: “……”
He was extremely angry and swung his sword at Qin Feilong, “I’ll bully your ‘young man’s poverty’ right now!”
Qin Feilong dodged and said, “Senior Brother Fei, that’s not how you play, I’m still injured.”
The few people bickered and laughed, finally ending the matches for the day.
A day later, Cheng Zhaoyang carried Ming Zhaoshuang to win first place in the doubles match.
The clothes that Ming Zhaoxue had measured at the shop were also all cut. Ming Zhaoshuang took some time to pick them up.
The innkeeper asked her, “Why didn’t the young master from that day come to see if the clothes fit? Otherwise, we could still alter them now.”
Ming Zhaoshuang paused, looked up at the innkeeper, and asked, “What are its measurements, let me see.”
The innkeeper did as she said and gave her the measurements.
He said, “If this young master weren’t so tall, his proportions would be perfect. As an innkeeper who has been making clothes for so many years, I’ve never seen anyone so handsome. When I bragged about it to my colleagues recently, they didn’t believe me.”
Ming Zhaoshuang smiled upon hearing this and said, “If he knew, he would definitely be happy.”
That little broken dragon, she knew his thoughts perfectly well.
On the surface, he seemed calm and detached, but in reality, as soon as he received affirmation from others, he would jump for joy.
Just like a child.
Ming Zhaoshuang put away the measurements and said, “You can customize clothes here, right? I’ll draw some design blueprints for you tomorrow. Make them according to the drawings, and the more exquisite the better. Also, use the best materials, I’m not short on spirit stones.”
The innkeeper smiled and said, “Leave it to me! You can rest assured with my staff, young woman.”
Ming Zhaoshuang was finally satisfied upon hearing this.
