Chapter 7: Chapter 11: You Are a Genius (7)

Nalan Chen was incredibly smug; he was practically losing himself in his own arrogance.

"You still want to fight? Do you really want to fight? Then I won't be polite! You were the one who challenged me first!" As he spoke, he raised his hand, intending to slap Nalan Zhenyue in the face.

Though it seemed slow, it was actually incredibly fast; at the critical moment, Nalan Zhenyue's figure instantly vanished from her original spot.

The disciple who had been sneering suddenly froze.

Nalan Chen also noticed something was wrong; he had only blinked once before Nalan Zhenyue disappeared.

"I'm right here. Where are you looking?!" A voice accompanied by a cold sneer rang out eerily from behind him.

It was at that exact moment that Nalan Zhenyue's foot extended, kicking straight down toward Nalan Chen's buttocks.

Her feet were the only part of this body that remained uninjured.

Nalan Chen's body fell directly off the arena stage with a loud thud, sending up a cloud of dust. By the time the crowd reacted, they saw a figure leap high into the air, followed immediately by a sudden, piercing scream.

"I'll teach you to be arrogant! I'll teach you to be wild! Look at yourself and see what kind of person you are—trying to show off in front of me? You're still too green!" Her voice rang out, clearly reaching everyone's ears, seemingly carrying a profound subtext!

As the dust settled, Nalan Zhenyue's small, thin frame could be seen practically jumping onto Nalan Chen's body.

Her feet were stomping with all her might—on his face, on his stomach, and even... well, she was stomping everywhere, and she was really putting her strength into it...

The men present couldn't help but shudder. They understood now why Nalan Chen had screamed so miserably just now; it was because one of Nalan Zhenyue's kicks had landed right below, on his most precious lifeline.

Aside from Nalan Chengyi's darkening expression, Nalan Wenming's lips couldn't help but twitch, while Nalan Yunqi's beard trembled and his eyelids flickered.

Nalan Zhenyue stepped firmly onto the arm Nalan Chen was using to protect his lifeline, her brows arching slightly. "Do you submit?"

At this moment, it wasn't just the three old men in the seats of honor who were speechless; even the entire crowd was speechless.

Nalan Chen was in extreme agony; his facial features were all contorted together, and his voice was broken and halting. "I... I... submit..."

At this moment, he couldn't care less about anyone else's gaze; he was in excruciating pain!

Just as Nalan Chen finished speaking, Nalan Zhenyue's voice suddenly rose, loud and clear: "What... You still don't submit?!"

The disciples closest to Nalan Zhenyue and Nalan Chen all rolled their eyes.

Nalan Chen had clearly said he submitted!

Was Nalan Zhenyue hard of hearing?

Nalan Zhenyue's foot slipped down a bit. Nalan Chen couldn't even focus on the pain anymore; fearing his lifeline would be destroyed, he was so frantic he couldn't even speak clearly, "I sub... I..."

Nalan Zhenyue nodded repeatedly. "Oh, I see..." Her voice was very calm, but in the next second, something happened that made everyone want to vomit blood: she actually said, "So you still don't submit!"

Everyone wanted to vomit blood!

Nalan Zhenyue wasn't hard of hearing; she was doing this on purpose!

She was definitely doing it on purpose!

Just as Nalan Zhenyue was about to stomp down again, a cold and pleasant voice suddenly rang out: "Enough!"

At that exact moment, Nalan Zhenyue gathered all her strength into her foot and leaped forcefully back onto the arena stage, avoiding the impending strike.

Landing on Nalan Chen was a snow-white, wolf-like Profound Beast.

It wasn't large, about the size of two soccer balls, with very long fangs, and it was currently snarling at Nalan Zhenyue.

This was a Profound Snow Wolf.

Nalan Zhenyue's gaze shifted over, and then her eyes dimmed slightly.

It was a young girl, not much older than Nalan Zhenyue herself.