Just Discharged From the Military and Got Tied Down by A Cold Beauty
Chapter 110: Grandpa, don’t pull me, I want to kneel and watch

Chapter 110: Chapter 110: Grandpa, don’t pull me, I want to kneel and watch

The scene beneath the stage was much the same, with nearly everyone as if they had been muted.

The venue, which was bustling just a second ago, fell silent in the instant Li Shang and Xue Fengxing hit the ground—silent to the point of being terrifying.

On the seats of the Family Heads, most of the old men had their mouths open, expressions frozen.

Only Miao Tianhe was unruffled, thinking this was nothing out of the ordinary.

Of course, besides Miao Tianhe, Xue Qingsong was also quite calm.

"Worthy of being on par with Miao Qidao, indeed powerful," muttered Xue Qingsong.

However, at this moment, Xue Qingsong still harbored some doubts internally. Could Miao Qidao really take out Li Shang and Xue Fengxing in an instant?

Whether it was Li Shang or Xue Fengxing, they were essentially at the pinnacle of Shengjing Clan’s younger generation.

In the second round, Li Shang won fighting four, and Xue Fengxing won fighting five.

Together, the two could take on nine opponents.

It wasn’t possible for Miao Qidao to defeat nine ordinary participants in an instant, could he?

Of course, real combat power can’t be calculated simply by addition.

"Old Miao, if Lu Xiao can’t hold on later, call a stop in time, don’t let Young Man Lu get hurt," said Xue Qingsong, turning his head towards Miao Tianhe.

Lu Xiao’s medical skills were extraordinary, and he wanted to ask if Lu Xiao could perhaps help him extend his life.

Miao Tianhe curled his lips. Lu Xiao not holding on? You’re overthinking it.

"Ready? Here I come!" Lu Xiao said to the remaining competitors on the stage.

The forty-four people also became serious.

They hadn’t expected that not only was Lu Xiao highly skilled in medical arts, but his combat strength was also brutal.

Instantly taking down Li Shang and Xue Fengxing, that power, probably wasn’t far off from Miao Qidao, right?

Of course, they were only being a bit more serious, as for losing? Impossible!

If forty-four people couldn’t defeat one Lu Xiao, that would be a joke.

"Charge!" The next second, Lu Xiao dashed out at extreme speed towards the crowd.

Was he choosing to be besieged?

The audience shook their heads. They had wanted to see how far Lu Xiao could go, but now it was over.

Surrounded by forty-four people, what chance did he have?

"Everyone, surround him!" someone shouted atop the stage.

The dozens of people all rushed inward, the sight intimidating just to look at.

But at this time, Lu Xiao remained unaffected by the commotion around him, his gaze still calm, his knife-handling firm.

"Bang!" The back of the blade struck the head of the person in front of him, and the opponent fell on cue.

But meanwhile, the others had also closed in on Lu Xiao, with more than a dozen weapons of various sort smashing toward him.

Of course, no one aimed for Lu Xiao’s vitals, and most of them followed Lu Xiao’s example by striking with the back of the blade or flat of the sword.

Lu Xiao casually took a step back, as if he had eyes on the back of his head, ingeniously weaving through the gaps between people.

Offense and defense switched in an instant.

Lu Xiao didn’t hold back either, and lifted his short blade to frantically slam down.

With every strike Lu Xiao made, another person hit the ground.

Now, the crowd was dumbstruck; on the stage stood not dozens of young experts from great clans but heads of cabbages growing in the field, motionless.

Lu Xiao, with a mallet in hand, struck a cabbage every step he took, sometimes knocking down two at once.

What was even more preposterous was that Lu Xiao’s movements were not quick, clear for everyone to see.

Yet, he always struck at the right moment, perfectly controlling the rhythm every time.

Dozens of people’s onslaught appeared clumsy and awkward before Lu Xiao.

As for Lu Xiao, he was unhurried, measured in his advances and retreats, his figure gracefully dancing and dodging, while also delivering powerful blows with the back of his knife, knocking on heads.

"Ah!! Little Divine Doctor Lu is so cool!" Finally, a girl couldn’t help but shout.

Then, things started to get a bit out of control.

"Lu Xiao, I love you!"

"No one’s stealing him from me; I’m going to marry Little Divine Doctor Lu."

Most of the young ladies from the clans spent their time up in the mountains and had never seen Lu Xiao’s flamboyant fighting style, which instantly enticed them.

Toward these screams, Lu Xiao was quite pleased.

"He’s still my brother," sighed Miao Qidao from within the Miao Family’s tent.

Of course, he wasn’t marveling at Lu Xiao’s strength, but at Lu Xiao’s swagger.

Being that stylish in a fight was unrivaled.

About two minutes later, Lu Xiao slid his short blade back into his waistband, and on the stage, aside from himself, not a single person was standing.

"Make sure to count the points," Lu Xiao said to the judges before heading straight down from the stage.

Boom!

The moment Lu Xiao stepped down, the scene erupted like an explosion, a tremendous noise enveloping the place.

The most common words were "Holy shit."

"My God, what is this!"

"I thought the pinnacle of martial arts was close at hand. Today I realized how absurdly wrong I was."

"Grandpa, don’t pull me; I want to watch on my knees!"

Various exclamations, various gasps filled the entire mountaintop.