32. Family Competition, Showing Off a Little Shock
However, Yan Zhen was not surprised. The drawing results were exactly the same as described in the script.
Yan Meng’er, on the other hand, showed a somewhat complex smile.
In her previous life, she felt guilty towards Yan Zhen and couldn’t exert her full strength during the match. Despite both being at Mystic Disciple 8th stage, she was defeated by Yan Zhen in two moves.
Now, with her previous life’s insight and experience of a half-step Mystic Lord, as well as knowing many mystic techniques and having a higher cultivation than Yan Zhen, she had a high probability of winning.
But she didn’t want to win.
She wanted to let cousin shine with his unique edge in front of everyone.
“Cousin, Meng’er admits defeat.”
Yan Meng’er said sweetly.
Yan Zhen rolled his eyes. Just looking at her expression, one could tell something was off. Sure enough, this girl was going off-script again.
Despite not having many scenes, every time she deviated from the script. What’s wrong with you?!
“What do you mean admit defeat? Hurry up and make your move!”
“But Meng’er doesn’t want to fight cousin.”
Unless it’s on the bed… The girl added shyly in her heart.
Yan Zhen felt that he was going to faint from anger because of this stupid sister.
“If you don’t want to fight, why did you participate in the competition?”
Yan Meng’er stuck out her pink little tongue at him, then ran off the stage with small steps like a pink butterfly.
“Stage three, Yan Zhen versus Yan Meng’er. Yan Zhen wins!”
After hearing the judgment, Yan Zhen also ran off the stage and came to Yan Meng’er’s side. With a slap, he smacked her perky little butt.
With a crisp sound.
“Ow, cousin, why did you hit me?”
Yan Meng’er glanced around and noticed that quite a few peers were staring at them. Even with her thick skin, she couldn’t help but blush.
—Bad cousin, even if you want to spank her butt, you should do it when you’re alone together in the room. Everyone is watching, how embarrassing~
“Because you’re stupid.”
Yan Zhen said angrily.
With so few scenes and lines, ah, she couldn’t even finish acting or saying them properly, just adding impromptu scenes and changing the script at will. It was simply outrageous!
The “family competition” was a key plot point. When he stepped into the martial arts field, the system had already popped up the mission interface. Fortunately, she wasn’t a major character in this plot. Her specific performance didn’t affect the completion level of the plot. As long as Yan Zhen defeated her, it was fine.
—Time and time again, what a stupid sister!
Seeing his exasperated expression, Yan Meng’er smiled and clung to him in a flattering manner, not avoiding the gazes around them at all.
The intimate interaction between the two fell into Yan Mo’s eyes not far away, making his jealousy burn even more fiercely. He clenched his fists tightly, and the veins on his forehead bulged.
At this time, the referee’s voice sounded again:
“Stage three, Yan Mo versus Yan Xiaoxiao.”
Yan Mo took a deep breath and leaped onto the stage. As soon as the referee announced the start, he immediately launched a fierce attack.
Mystic Disciple 9th stage against Mystic Disciple 8th stage, coupled with Yan Mo’s proficiency in the “Yan Palm” far surpassing Yan Xiaoxiao’s, in less than five rounds, Yan Xiaoxiao was knocked off the stage and fell unconscious.
“Stage three, Yan Mo versus Yan Xiaoxiao. Yan Mo wins!”
Hearing this, the family doctor who was on standby immediately went forward to treat Yan Xiaoxiao.
“Xiaoxiao!”
Yan Xiaoxiao’s good friend ran over and glared at Yan Mo on the stage, clearly blaming him for using such a heavy hand. But Yan Mo’s imposing manner was too strong, and she didn’t dare to actually say it out loud.
Yan Mo also noticed the other party’s blame. Looking at Yan Xiaoxiao’s pale face, he felt a bit guilty. Then this guilt turned into anger towards Yan Zhen.
It was all Yan Zhen’s fault for disturbing his state of mind, so he couldn’t control his hand for a moment.
“Yan Zhen, come up!” Yan Mo stood on the stage and shouted to Yan Zhen under the tree, “The final match is a showdown between you and me!”
The eyes of the entire audience lingered on Yan Mo and Yan Zhen, with varying expressions, but most people were thinking “there’s a good show to watch”.
—Here it comes.
Yan Mo’s performance was consistent with the script’s description, even more villainous than what was written, making Yan Zhen feel quite gratified.
He broke free from Yan Meng’er’s arm and slowly walked up to the stage. Seeing the other party recite his lines:
“You just finished a match. Don’t you need to rest?”
Yan Mo said arrogantly:
“To deal with you, it’s enough—Uncle, please announce the start.”
The referee glanced at Yan Mo and made the announcement indifferently.
“Stage three, final match, Yan Mo versus Yan Zhen. Begin now!”
As soon as the words fell, Yan Mo stomped his foot and dashed out quickly, slapping his palm directly at Yan Zhen’s chest. Under the effect of mystic power, a layer of scorching heat was generated in his palm, which was precisely the “Yan Palm”.
Seeing him attack, Yan Zhen took a step forward and also struck out with the “Yan Palm” with all his might.
The corners of Yan Mo’s mouth curved up, and he secretly thought that Yan Zhen was overestimating himself.
A mere Mystic Disciple 7th stage, if it weren’t for Sister Meng’er, he wouldn’t even have the chance to confront him. He dared to directly face his “Yan Palm”?
Smack!
The two palms collided, stirring up a gust of wind that tousled the hair on their foreheads.
Under the completely opposite forces, the two retreated at the same time. Yan Mo retreated three steps, while Yan Zhen retreated two steps.
Evenly matched!
Yan Mo couldn’t accept it. In his view, with his Mystic Disciple 9th stage strength using the “Yan Palm”, he should be able to easily crush Yan Zhen.
He stared at Yan Zhen for a long time, and his pupils suddenly contracted:
“You actually advanced to Mystic Disciple 8th stage?”
—No, I’m at the 9th stage, but for the sake of the plot, I have to use the 8th stage to fight your 9th stage and amaze everyone.
Yan Zhen shook his somewhat scorched hand and said with a slight smile:
“Is the 8th stage difficult? I was already at that stage before I turned ten. Your current cultivation is just the same as mine when I was ten.”
“Yan Zhen!”
Yan Mo became even more indignant. His 9th stage mystic power became agitated, manifesting as a faint flame light on his tightly clenched fists.
As expected, Yan Mo was going to use one of the Yan family’s signature mystic techniques, the “Flame Luo Fist”!
“Today, I’m going to teach you a good lesson.”
Seeing this, Yan Zhen had no choice but to get serious. Fighting the 9th stage with the 8th stage head-on was very difficult. In the script, he used the general mystic technique “Eight Extremes Explosion” to forcefully clash against Yan Mo’s “Flame Luo Fist” and narrowly win. But he didn’t learn the “Eight Extremes Explosion”. He learned the “Grand Negation”, which used softness to overcome hardness.
Thinking of this, Yan Zhen retracted his mystic power and slowly assumed the posture of the “Tai Chi Shock”.
Yan Mo sneered. His figure suddenly dashed out, his fist seemingly ignited with flame light, smashing straight towards Yan Zhen.
“Flame Luo Fist!”
This punch could cripple both of Yan Zhen’s arms. Yan Mo had a beautiful fantasy.
Looking at Yan Mo at this moment, Yan Zhen thought of himself facing his beautiful master. The attack method was too straightforward.
As if possessed by his beautiful master, Yan Zhen’s hands fluttered like floating clouds, lifting Yan Mo’s fist. Then he grabbed his wrist and elbow, turned his body, and threw him out. With another pull and push, his palms struck the center of his chest.
Boom!
The tripled soft force transformed into negation force and exploded fiercely. Yan Mo was like being hit by a heavy hammer, flying out horizontally and heavily crashing onto the stage, unable to get up again.
The entire audience was shocked!
Yan Meng’er was the first to cheer:
“He won! Cousin is so cool!”
Then the NPCs also had a big change in attitude and followed suit, shouting praises like “so powerful”, “what an exquisite mystic technique”, “the 8th stage actually defeated the 9th stage”…
Yan Zhen couldn’t be bothered to pay attention. His focus was on the system interface that only he could see. Seeing “Plot Completion 100%”, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
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