They All Want to Be My Female Lead chapter 50

50 Did You Learn It?

“—You’re planning to cripple me, aren’t you?”

Liu Xing, who was deep in thought, heard Yan Zhen’s words and his expression changed drastically. He was a bit frightened, feeling like his thoughts were completely exposed in Yan Zhen’s eyes. It was as if he was facing not a half-grown teenager, but an old senior many decades his senior.

“Young Master Yan Zhen really loves to joke. How could I do such a thing? It’s just that fists and feet have no eyes, so I hope Young Master Yan Zhen will be more careful.”

Yan Zhen nodded in agreement, “You’re right, fists and feet indeed have no eyes. Why don’t we set a lighter life-and-death condition? As long as we don’t go for the kill, nothing else matters.”

Off-stage, Yan Ruyu heard this and became anxious. She was about to say something but was stopped by Yan Meng’er.

Liu Xing was also stunned. He didn’t expect Yan Zhen to actively give him an opportunity. Wasn’t this a freebie?

He was secretly delighted but also grew wary, suspecting that Yan Zhen might be planning to play some trick.

For example, consuming a mystic pill that could temporarily boost mystic power or using an extremely powerful mystic tool. But these were all prohibited.

“Since Young Master Yan Zhen has said so, I naturally have no objections. However, the rules of the arena must be followed. First, no taking pills; second, no using mystic tools above second-grade; third, no using poison, insects, hidden weapons, or any other underhanded methods.”

Yan Zhen said indifferently, “The rules of my City Lord’s Mansion, of course I will follow them.”

Liu Xing was ecstatic in his heart. He secretly thought that Yan Zhen had been suppressed for too long and now that he had made a comeback, he was even more inflated than before, thinking he could fight a 7-star with just 4-star strength. He really didn’t know the immensity of heaven and earth!

Thinking of this, Liu Xing showed a sincere smile and cupped his fists, “Then please give me some good pointers, Young Master Yan Zhen.”

Yan Zhen slowly clenched his fists as mystic power circulated within him. A flicker of rising flame light appeared in his pupils. “I’ll only teach you for three rounds.”

An extremely frightening aura emanated from Yan Zhen. Liu Xing’s pupils constricted as he instinctively sensed danger.

In a daze, Yan Zhen had already closed in. A fist wrapped in flame-like mystic power rapidly enlarged in Liu Xing’s eyes.

The gale-force fist wind hit his face, carrying an intense heat as if it had blown out from a furnace.

In that instant, Liu Xing’s scalp went numb.

Condensing mystic power into a thin film, manifesting it outside the body, and even displaying the essence of flames – this was an ability only those at the Mystic Scholar realm and above possessed!

Was Yan Zhen a Mystic Scholar?

The answer was naturally no. It was Gold and Silver Fire.

The Gold and Silver Fire that specifically countered metal and stone type mystic tools!

The battle erupted.

In the first round, Yan Zhen used Gold and Silver Fire in conjunction with the Eight Extremes Explosion to shatter Liu Xing’s folding fan.

In the second round, Yan Zhen used Tai Chi Shock with high-heat mystic power to repel Liu Xing’s counterattack.

In the third round… Yan Zhen single-handedly grasped Liu Xing’s chin and suspended him in midair, gently asking, “Three rounds are over. Did you learn it?”

Liu Xing, with his chin clutched, couldn’t speak at all and only made gagging sounds.

“Still haven’t learned it? Forget it, I’ll teach you again.”

Yan Zhen flung him into the air. Before he could land, he punched Liu Xing in the stomach, then followed up with another shock, blasting him off the stage.

Liu Xing spat out a mouthful of blood in midair. After landing, he passed out like a dead fish, unable to get up again.

The spectators present were all dumbfounded. In three rounds, a 4-star Mystic Scholar had defeated a 7-star Mystic Scholar in a completely overwhelming manner, like a father beating his son.

Moreover, the flame mystic power Yan Zhen displayed was clearly something only Mystic Scholars possessed.

A fifteen-year-old Mystic Scholar? If Yan Zhen hadn’t had a three-year cultivation gap, it wouldn’t be impossible, but he had fallen.

Shock and confusion lingered in everyone’s hearts.

The City Lord Mansion’s steward, who was at the Mystic Scholar realm, had thought that if Yan Zhen was defeated, he would disregard the rules and protect him. But the result…

“Cousin is so awesome!”

In the silent arena, Yan Meng’er was the first to clap her little hands and cheer in praise.

Under her lead, the other spectators also came back to their senses and applauded vigorously.

Yan Zhen turned his head and flashed a smile at Yan Meng’er.

Yan Meng’er was instantly struck in the heart by this unexpected joy. Her eyes sparkled with love hearts, almost turning into a flower-dazed state on the spot.

Yan Ruyu stared at Yan Zhen with a complex gaze, not quite understanding how he had suddenly become so strong. During the New Year, they had fought to a draw, and he had only suppressed her by using despicable means.

Wait, could it be that during the New Year, he had intentionally held back against her?

No, not “held back”, but deliberately pretended to be weak, using despicable means as a matter of course, all for the purpose of spanking her.

From the start, the force he used didn’t feel like hitting at all, more like an eager touch.

It was really just as Meng’er said. Yan Zhen coveted her buttocks, no doubt about it!

Yan Ruyu’s breath caught. She felt like she had discovered an incredible truth. Her heart was half elated, half angry and embarrassed. The way she looked at Yan Zhen also became strange.

“Little pervert…” she mumbled in a small voice, seeming to despise him, but with a hint of complacency.

Yan Zhen also noticed Yan Ruyu’s weird gaze. He just felt it was inexplicable and made him uneasy. Could it be that she really wanted to take revenge on him?

Calming himself, he looked at the group of young masters from the three major families and asked, “Anyone else want to come up and fight me?”

The group of young masters instantly turned as pale as dirt. Even Liu Xing, a 7-star Mystic Scholar, had been instantly defeated by Yan Zhen, and it seemed like he didn’t use much effort. If they went up, they would just be giving free wins.

“Ao Ge? Do you want to try? I remember last time you wanted to have a one-on-one duel with me. Now no one will stop you.”

Ao Ge, who was called out, trembled at the knees and almost wet himself. He hurriedly squeezed out an ugly smile and said, “Young Master Yan Zhen is joking. I’m just a 7th level Mystic Disciple, how am I qualified to step onto the City Lord Mansion’s Dragon Night Arena?”

What the hell is with this “I”?!

Yan Zhen was disgusted by him and didn’t bother pretending anymore. His tone turned nasty, “Then why don’t you hurry up and scram? Standing there laying eggs?”

The group of young masters felt like they had received amnesty. They picked up Liu Xing and Liu Feng and slunk away.

Among them, Ao Ge ran the fastest.

“The troublemakers have run off. We can restart the attack and defense on the arena… Everyone, happy holidays and have fun.”

The spectators below responded one after another, and there were even bold young girls screaming, “The young City Lord is so handsome~”.

Yan Zhen cupped his fists before finally stepping off the stage, taking Yan Meng’er and Yan Ruyu to leave this place.

The sound of mission completion rang in his ears, and Yan Zhen claimed the reward.

“Special Trump Card – He Wants to Fight Ten”: Can only be activated when there is only one opponent. After activation, nine shadows with the strength of the main body will appear, making the opponent fight ten.

Yan Zhen was speechless. It was clearly shadow clones, yet it had to be given such a crude name!

Oh well, he would just keep it for now. Who knew, it might come in handy someday.

Looking at the dozen or so trump cards in the system backpack, Yan Zhen had the illusion that he was playing a card collecting game. Once he gathered twenty or thirty cards, he could start playing.

Slapping a dozen cards on the field and directly plotting the opponent to death would feel so good.

After putting away the cards, Yan Zhen took the two girls to visit the Dragon Night Arenas of the three major families. The three of them joined hands and forcibly broke through their Dragon Night Arenas until the stewards in charge pleaded for the three little ancestors to show mercy. Only then did they leave in high spirits.