Beautiful CEO’s Top Martial Expert
Chapter 539 - 537: Serving the Beauty

Chapter 539: Chapter 537: Serving the Beauty

Bang bang bang!

A series of intense battle noises erupted within the dojo, as Bai Zhixin fought with all her might against Cangye Yilang, her body surging with terrifying winds of Gang Qi, her longsword creating countless shadows. However, they were all deflected by Cangye Yilang’s katana.

"It’s over, beauty. You’re no match for me," he said, sneering. "You’d better just surrender and save yourself the humiliation."

Cangye Yilang’s voice was heavy.

"If you want me to admit defeat, then you’ll have to beat me!"

Bai Zhixin said coldly.

"Since that’s the case, don’t blame me for not being polite."

A cold smirk appeared on the corner of Cangye’s mouth, a sharp glint of Saber Intent flashing in his eyes.

"Cangye Slash!"

With a shout, Cangye Yilang gripped his katana with both hands. An invisible force of Gang Qi burst forth from him, gathering onto his katana, and he fiercely brought it down on Bai Zhixin.

As the katana sliced down, endless Gang Qi turned into a tidal wave sweeping toward Bai Zhixin, a towering Saber Intent pervading the air, shocking all onlookers with its intensity.

Ou Yanhong, Song Chenbo, and others changed countenance, their expressions showing concern, while Xiao Yifeng’s eyes sparkled.

At this moment, facing Cangye Yilang’s strike, Bai Zhixin’s expression was utterly solemn, unleashing all her power into her sword, which shone brightly.

Boom!

The two forces collided, releasing a terrifying power, sending waves of Qi rolling outward.

Splurt!

Bai Zhixin’s longsword clashed with Cangye Yilang’s strike, instantly overpowered. The wave-like Gang Qi Saber Intent slammed into Bai Zhixin, sending her flying and spewing fresh blood.

"Miss Bai!"

Seeing Bai Zhixin injured, Ou Yanhong and the others exclaimed, their faces changing as they rushed toward her, but a figure moved faster than them.

It was Xiao Yifeng, who dashed forward the moment Bai Zhixin was defeated and caught her in his arms.

Bai Zhixin’s face was pale, her lips stained with blood, coughing while her breath was weak.

Xiao Yifeng took out the Silver Needle, waving it and then inserting it into the chest of Bai Zhixin, his fingers gently twisting as the needle went deeper.

"What are you doing?"

Ou Yanhong rushed over, glaring at Xiao Yifeng as he scolded him for touching Bai Zhixin’s chest.

"Shut up!"

Xiao Yifeng glared back at Ou Yanhong with cold eyes, continuing the acupuncture for Bai Zhixin.

"Ou Yanhong, are you stupid? Can’t you see Brother Xiao is treating Miss Bai?"

Song Chenbo looked at Ou Yanhong as if he were an idiot, the latter’s expression darkening.

Under Xiao Yifeng’s acupuncture, Bai Zhixin’s complexion gradually recovered, her breathing stabilizing.

"Thank you!"

Bai Zhixin said, expressing her gratitude to Xiao Yifeng.

"Don’t mention it. Serving a beauty is my pleasure!"

A smile crept onto Xiao Yifeng’s lips.

"Boy, don’t rush, it will be your turn soon!"

Cangye Yilang’s gaze locked onto Xiao Yifeng, a cold gleam flashing in his eyes.

Xiao Yifeng looked at Cangye Yilang with a faint smile, his eyes filled with disdain.

Seeing the disdain in Xiao Yifeng’s eyes, Cangye Yilang’s face twisted with intense anger, a cold intent to kill emanating from his body.

"Alright, the first contest, victory goes to Cangye Yilang from Japan!"

The referee declared.

"The second match now begins, China’s Zhao Yuanzhi versus Galin of India!"

The second match began quickly, with Zhao Yuanzhi facing the young expert from the Indian Tianri Sect.

Zhao Yuanzhi went all out from the start, frantically swinging his fists and bombing towards the opponent. However, like an eel, Jia Lin’s body kept flickering, evading Zhao Yuanzhi’s attacks effortlessly.

After a series of attacks, Zhao Yuanzhi hadn’t touched his opponent once, but Jia Lin began to twist his hands, forming a Pinching Flower Seal and launching an attack on Zhao Yuanzhi.

Boom!

Facing this strike from his opponent, Zhao Yuanzhi punched out, and the two forces collided, causing Zhao Yuanzhi to step back several steps.

Jia Lin muttered a cryptic incantation, his hands forming a mysterious seal.

"Ha!"

Zhao Yuanzhi roared angrily, his eyes filled once again with a frenzied look. His blood began to boil, and his body exploded towards Jia Lin again, his punch carrying all his power as he blasted it out.

Break!

Jia Lin spat out a word as the seal he had formed with his hands collided with Zhao Yuanzhi’s punch, unleashing a burst of power.

An invisible gust swept in all directions, causing Zhao Yuanzhi’s body to tremble. He staggered backward, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, while Jia Lin, the warrior from the Indian Tianri Sect, also took several steps back.

"Ah!"

Zhao Yuanzhi roared again, his blood boiling even more intensely. His eyes were filled with crimson, emitting an atmosphere of unparalleled madness as he launched himself at his opponent once more.

Jia Lin’s expression turned solemn, also frantically summoning his own strength.

Boom boom boom!

Power after power struck out, with Zhao Yuanzhi attacking Jia Lin like a desperate man, while the latter, quick as an eel, slipped away smoothly.

But under the relentless assault from Zhao Yuanzhi, Jia Lin was unable to escape unscathed; he took several punches and spat blood.

After more than ten minutes, with a thunderous boom, both men flew backward, landing on the ground, coughing up blood and both seriously injured.

"Zhao Frenzy!"

Song Chenbo called out and rushed over, with Xiao Yifeng also approaching.

"Brother Xiao, see how he’s doing?"

Song Chenbo turned to Xiao Yifeng and said urgently.

"His injuries are severe!"

Upon examining Zhao Yuanzhi, Xiao Yifeng announced.

"Considering the severity of both parties’ injuries, making them unable to participate in the next round, after discussion, it has been decided that this match is a loss for both. The final contest for the champion of the elite tournament will be between China’s Xiao Yifeng and Japan’s Cangye Yilang."

The referee announced, as Zhao Yuanzhi and Jia Lin were both assisted away.

"Little Feng, it’s all on you now."

Xiao Han said to Xiao Yifeng.

"Don’t worry!"

Xiao Yifeng replied with a relaxed smile.

"You’ve got this!"

Bai Zhixin, sitting aside, uttered two words to Xiao Yifeng.

Xiao Yifeng flashed Bai Zhixin a slight smile.

"Humph, don’t celebrate too early. Be careful not to lose too badly,"

Ou Yanhong said somewhat discontentedly.

"Don’t worry, I definitely won’t be taken down in one move like you were,"

Xiao Yifeng glanced at Ou Yanhong, sneered coldly, and walked out, leaving Ou Yanhong grinding his teeth in anger.