Just Discharged From the Military and Got Tied Down by A Cold Beauty
Chapter 99: Does it Feel Good to be Bullied?

Chapter 99: Chapter 99: Does it Feel Good to be Bullied?

Perhaps it was because he had spent so much time with Lu Xiao, Miao Qidao had somewhat picked up Lu Xiao’s swaggering style.

While still sprinting, he had already thrown the knife ahead.

The dagger dropped down just as Miao Qidao arrived, catching it steadily in his hand without any superfluous words, and with a flat swipe of the knife’s back, he swung it towards Zhou Tingyun’s face.

On the platform, Zhou Tingyun snickered.

If he hadn’t seen wrongly just now, this guy had run out from the Miao Family’s tent.

Nowadays, there really are all sorts of idiots.

The Miao Family was glorious in the past, but that was in the past.

The current Miao Family is all weaklings. At the last Martial Arts Exchange, they ranked third from the bottom.

To think they still dared to jump out with such capabilities.

"Idiot!" Zhou Tingyun grunted angrily, hammering his fists towards the back of the knife.

In Zhou Tingyun’s view, this move was enough to send the opponent’s knife flying, followed by a forward charge and a knee strike, which would directly take him down.

In the blink of an eye, the knife’s back met the fist.

The instant they touched, Zhou Tingyun’s facial expression dramatically changed.

Before he could react, the tremendous force on the blade forcefully knocked his fists aside.

Zhou Tingyun subconsciously thought to step back, but before his feet could move, a piercing gust of wind had already slammed into his face.

"Bang!"—The next moment, Miao Qidao’s knife back fiercely smashed onto Zhou Tingyun’s mouth.

Just one hit, and blood splattered.

The teeth in Zhou Tingyun’s mouth were shattered in an instant.

The severe impact also left Zhou Tingyun dizzy, staggering and then falling backwards with his head leaning back.

However, Miao Qidao had no intention of letting Zhou Tingyun off easily. He swiftly followed up, swinging the dagger in a wide arc and striking again.

"Bang!" Zhou Tingyun’s mouth was hit heavily for the second time.

Many people in the audience instinctively covered their own mouths—gosh, Zhou Tingyun’s mouth was almost getting smashed to pieces.

This was no longer an issue of whether it hurt, but whether he’d whistle when speaking even if it healed.

"Bang!" Another loud noise.

This time, the force was even greater than the previous two, directly flipping Zhou Tingyun over, causing the back of his head to thud against the ground.

Zhou Tingyun wasn’t knocked unconscious, but he didn’t move or even scream.

He just let pain engulf his body as blood continuously leaked from his mouth and nose.

He had lost, thoroughly defeated.

He didn’t even have the courage to stand up, as his opponent’s speed and power were far beyond his own.

The scene was dead silent.

Nobody had thought Zhou Tingyun would be beaten so miserably, not even able to strike back.

Zhou Tingyun was third in the individual ranking at the last Martial Arts Exchange!

The one from the Miao Family jumping out was incredibly powerful.

In the crowd, Yu Tiancheng, who had had his face slapped by Miao Qidao earlier at the base of the mountain, instinctively shrank his neck, his thoughts of vengeance evaporating instantly.

Zhou Tingyun was beaten like a dog; better not to court death himself.

It was just a slap that swelled his sinuses—hardly a big deal. Look at Zhou Tingyun; that’s what you call miserable.

"How does it feel to be bullied?" up on the platform, Miao Qidao asked Zhou Tingyun as he put away his knife.

Seeing Zhou Tingyun lying motionless and not speaking, Miao Qidao snickered, "A little ability makes you lose all sense of direction."

"And yet ordinary people deserve to be bullied."

"Back in the day, when resisting Japan, the vast majority who rushed to the battlefield were ordinary people."

"Without them, the capital would have fallen—where would your offspring be then?"

Brother Miao’s words also inspired a spontaneous round of applause from many in the audience.

Especially the older generation, their gaze upon Brother Miao was as if they had seen a treasure.

This young man from the Miao Family is commendable, strong in martial arts and upright in values.

"Brother Miao, your Miao Family is bound to achieve great things in the future."

"Brother, to be frank, I have a granddaughter, beautiful and kind-hearted, and still unwed."

"Our youth from the Shengjing Clan should be just like this."

From the side, the Family Heads sighed, and many even inquired about Brother Miao’s marital status.

Miao Tianhe was also all smiles, unable to contain his joy. Qidao had done well, truly saving enough face for his grandfather.

On the stage, Xue Qingsong had also walked up to Brother Miao and solemnly placed his hands in front of his chest, giving him a deep bow with clasped fists.

Brother Miao took a step back and slightly bowed in return.

"You are Miao Yu’s son, aren’t you?" Xue Qingsong asked.

The Miao Family and the Xue Family had always been on good terms, and the two families met from time to time.

Although Xue Qingsong had never met Qidao before, he had seen Miao Yu, and there was a strong resemblance between Qidao and his father.

"Yes, Grandpa Xue, my name is Miao Qidao."

"Ah, wonderful, truly wonderful," Xue Qingsong patted Miao Qidao heavily on the shoulder, his eyes filled with envy.

If only he had a grandson like that. Unfortunately, his grandsons were somewhat disappointing.

In recent years, they hadn’t learned much skill, but their bad habits were increasing.

"By the way, who called you up there just now?" Xue Qingsong asked another question.

Anyone who could command Brother Miao must be no ordinary person.

"My brother."

"Your brother? But didn’t Miao Yu have only one son?" Xue Qingsong was perplexed.

"Anyway, he is my brother," Miao Qidao chuckled without explaining; he couldn’t explain.

Grandpa had strictly forbidden revealing anything about the Goo Clan.

"Alright, then your brother—is his strength also as formidable as yours?" Xue Qingsong couldn’t suppress his curiosity.

The Miao Family, could it be that they had produced two such extraordinary young men?

Miao Qidao didn’t quite know how to answer Xue Qingsong’s question.

Lu Xiao’s strength...

That was truly hard to describe.

There simply was no benchmark at all!

Not to mention someone with strength comparable to Lu Xiao’s, Miao Qidao had never even seen anyone withstand a single move from him.

"The match between my brother and me would probably be decided in a single move," Brother Miao thought for a moment before responding.

Lu Xiao would defeat me in just one move—I was not mistaken.

Of course, to Xue Qingsong, this suggested that Lu Xiao and Miao Qidao’s strengths were nearly equal.

"Your grandfather must be overjoyed!" Xue Qingsong exclaimed.

Producing two such outstanding young talents at once, if it were him, he would be grinning every day.

"With that, the Martial Arts Exchange begins!" Xue Qingsong did not ask further, called out, and then walked down from the stage.