Chapter 47 - 37. Ruined by Play_2

"Boom!!!!" Xia Feng was thinking about optimizing for the fifth time, but Selena could no longer withstand that many attempts and just burst. The wooden armor covering her entire body exploded, turning into sawdust in the fierce flames and completely disappearing from this world. Selena "died." As a result, Xia Feng also sustained minor injuries. The spectators outside the arena were startled, but it wasn’t much of a surprise, as both B-level and A-level Spiritual Artifacts had their side effects and limitations. Incidents like losing control and causing explosions were not uncommon. This time, Yan Xujia had lost his wife and soldiers, lost the match, been exiled to the Southern Border, and lost a wooden general with basic intelligence. Dong— The match bell rang for the eighth time. "The match is over," a referee suddenly appeared in the center of the battlefield, and with his faint voice, a powerful Spiritual Pressure spread. Xia Feng and the wooden soldiers couldn’t move at all. The referee approached the unconscious Yan Xujia, checked his breathing, flipped his eyelids, nodded his head, stood up, and declared in a deep voice, "In this duel, the winner is Xia Feng!" A second of silence in the stands was followed instantly by resounding applause and cheers like ocean waves, mixed with cries of "Xia Feng, I want to have your babies!" from both male and female fans. Although the outcome was very unexpected, this stunningly brilliant battle indeed greatly satisfied the audience’s feelings, effectively converting them into fans of Xia Feng. However, there were also a few spectators sitting expressionlessly in their seats. "If only I had known… I wouldn’t have bet everything on Yan Xujia! Damn, I lost everything, even my underwear," someone despaired. "100 times the odds! If I had bet a little on Xia Feng winning…" "But there’s no if, the chance to become rich overnight is just gone! Damn!" "Hey, wait, Mr. Lin, didn’t you say you bet ten on Xia Feng winning?" "Yeah, hehe~ one hundred times ten, a thousand Empire Coins!" The guy grinned, "So cool, got 648 of money in one go!" "Then, the remaining three hundred…" "I’ll treat!" "Mr. Lin is mighty!" "OMG! You guys, look in the group chat, someone said if Xia Feng wins, he’ll livestream eating poop!" Suddenly someone exclaimed and stood up. "Ah? So now he’s…" "Right! He said he isn’t good at much, but he is honest, so he’s livestreaming in the restroom—" "Don’t! Don’t even say it, it’s disgusting!" Searᴄh the Novёlƒire.n(e)t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Amid the noisy crowd, Xia Feng showed an awkward yet polite smile amidst the screaming and cheering and quickly bowed before leaving the stage. "Hey kid, halt." Just as Xia Feng was exiting through the passage, a strange man dressed in drab Taoist robes blocked his path. With a hooked nose, drooping eyes, and gaunt cheekbones under the dim light casting an ominously pallid face, he looked like an evil antagonist in a novel known for his sinister laughter. Xia Feng cautiously stepped back. Master Chen, oblivious to how his appearance was off-putting, stretched a creepy smile and asked, "Young man, do you yearn for power?" "..." Xia Feng’s eyes twitched slightly as he quickly shook his head, "No, I don’t, goodbye!" With that, he promptly took a detour to leave. Master Chen frowned slightly, wondering if his smile hadn’t seemed sincere enough. Thinking it over, he lifted his hand to tug the corners of his mouth into an eerie smile. "Perfect!" Ready once again, he swiftly caught up to Xia Feng, continuing in a grave voice, "Young man, I’ve seen that you have extraordinary bones and the natural talent of a swordsman. Why not follow me and cultivate the way of the sword and Spiritual Clothes?" You’re the scoundrel, your whole family is full of scoundrels! Xia Feng glanced at him, "Who are you?" "Oh yes, here is my card —" A black business card was handed over. Xia Feng glanced at it, which clearly read — [Imperial Holy Department⛧ Seventh Squad - Captain Chen Hangdao] [Imperial Weiyang Academy Sword Spirit Studies Honorary Professor] [Sunflower Sword Style Research Association Chairman] [Contact Phone: 139******] [....] Although Xia Feng didn’t understand what Sunflower Sword Style was, the first two titles were quite impressive. Not only a beast of a person, but also a captain-level bigwig? Seemed to be on the same level as Ms. Fu? Xia Feng stopped and said, "From what you’re saying, you want to take me as your disciple?" "Indeed, I just watched your match, the Spiritual Clothes you released, whether the startup style or the Spiritual Particle structure, were absolutely perfect, and your foundational skills in combat are very solid. It’s very suitable for you to learn advanced sword technique Spiritual Clothes! How about it? Xia Feng, I am also a professor of Sword Spirit Studies, with me—" "Rejected." Chen Hangdao hadn’t even finished speaking when a brightly polished large saber suddenly emerged beside his neck, a mature female voice filled with a menacing aura spoke coldly from behind him: "Master Chen, are you trying to snatch my disciple?" Xia Feng was startled, he was clearly facing Chen Hangdao, but he had completely failed to notice a red-haired woman appearing behind Chen Hangdao. Upon closer inspection, he realized it was Freya. However, Freya’s expression at the moment lacked its usual gentleness. Her loose martial arts outfit moved without any wind, and as she unleashed her terrifying Spiritual Pressure instantaneously, Xia Feng felt as if he was beholding a sky-covering female tiger condescendingly gazing down at all beings, her eyes indifferent. Chen Hangdao’s body stiffened momentarily, his gloomy eyes narrowed slightly, he said gravely, "It turns out the disciple Sword Demon mentioned before was Xia Feng?" "That’s right," Freya stated confidently in a calm voice. "Eh? Wait! Ms. Fu, I haven’t agreed to become your disciple yet!" Xia Feng quickly said. Freya’s expression stiffened. Chen Hangdao’s eyes lit up instantly, casually diverted the blade with his finger, and turned back, "So it was just Sword Demon’s one-sided wish, then it’s easy to discuss." "..." Freya’s beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, but then she seemed to have thought of something, slowly lowered her blade, and no longer obstructed. "Xia Feng, my friend, it won’t be long before I ascend to Fourth-order Spirit Master, whereas Captain Fu seems to be stuck at Third Rank for a long time. The choice of a master is clear, isn’t it?" "Ah?" Xia Feng looked surprised at the large saber next to Chen Hangdao’s neck, Yet why do you seem afraid to act against Ms. Fu? "So, Xia Feng, my friend, would you like to join my Sunflower Sword Sect?" "Sunflower Sword... Sect?" Xia Feng looked puzzled. "Exactly!" Master Chen’s gaze turned serious, confidently said, "B-grade Spiritual Clothes Sunflower Sword Style has the ability to exorcise evil and eliminate malice, its power could even rival many A-grade Spiritual Clothes, and I have even vaguely discovered a method to improve it into A-grade Spiritual Clothes. Now all that’s left is the final step, it’s just that I still don’t know where something went wrong.... Hmm, I digressed —" His slightly sly and gloomy eyes earnest and a bit hopeful, "So? To start learning this technique, you just need to cut off two tael of flesh from below your crotch, I believe with your talent you can definitely—" "Pfft~" Freya stood by listening silently, but at this she couldn’t hold back and chuckled softly. Master Chen’s eyebrows furrowed, he turned his head and coldly snorted, "Sword Demon, what are you laughing at? Do you think Xia Feng is the same vulgar person as you?" Xia Feng: "..." Freya didn’t respond to Chen Hangdao, instead, she just hooked her lips into a gentle smile looking at Xia Feng, "Xia student, what do you think? Do you want to learn the sword with him, or the knife with Ms. Fu?" Master Chen also turned his head, his face full of expectation. Sorry, I am a vulgar man... Xia Feng’s eyes twitched slightly, he gave a respectful bow to the robed man: "Ahem~ Mr. Chen... Master, not to hide from you, my greatest dream is to marry a beautiful wife." Upon hearing this, Chen Hangdao’s eyebrows tightened, he felt somewhat disappointed inside, originally thinking such a talent would be a fellow Daoist devoted to the pursuit, but it turned out he was still burdened by the mundanity of this world. He didn’t understand, what’s so good about sleeping with a woman? Is it as delicious as sleeping with Swordy? Swordy was his beloved sword he usually loved sleeping with, isn’t that much more interesting than women? "So, you agree to take me as your master?" Freya smiled slightly happily.