Chapter 60: Making Friends Through Combat

“Damn it!”
“Damn it!! This makes me so angry! Aaaaaahhhhh……” In the girls’ dormitory at Nanhua University, a pretty girl angrily threw her helmet onto the bed, panting heavily, gritting her teeth. She stood up and stomped around on the bedcover to vent her frustration from the game.
Under the bed, three girls huddled together in fear, staring at the girl on the bed who was venting her anger. After a long while, one of them asked, “What’s wrong, Xiao Wei? You said earlier you wanted to make a name for yourself on Nanhua’s top fighters list. Why are you like this so soon after entering?”
The girl on the bed snorted through her nose, “Stop talking! It makes me angrier. We’re from the same academy, yet they were ruthless right from the start—kicking me off in just one move…… Ugh, I mean, I lost in one move because of their surprise attack. Hmph! Kicking me like that—how arrogant! And they won’t even let me see their face. Do they think they’re some school heartthrob? Covering their face with a cloth, as if they’re afraid others will see it…… It drives me crazy!”
She kept ranting nonstop, still furiously trampling on her soft bedcover to vent her anger.
“……”
The three girls in the dormitory exchanged glances.
“Heroine, did you lose your first fight?”
“Hmph.” Xiao Wei’s fierce gaze made her look like a violent woman, scaring the other three. Forced to change the subject, they asked, “Uh… is the battle over?”
After a moment of daze, the violent woman calmed down…
“No, it’s not.”
“Then why did you come out?”
“Ah!”
With a scream, she quickly put on her helmet and returned to the game.
……
The person who made this violent woman from Nanhua lose her temper had had an easy time so far. Defeating these novices required no effort—usually just two moves to knock them out. To avoid causing them pain, she would end it by kicking them off the arena. But her fourth opponent was someone very famous on Nanhua’s fighter rankings—a fierce competitor who had once been in third place. Though now ranked fourth, his strength was definitely on par with the top two—Little Butt Wiggler!
This kid had been quite close to her in a past life.
Seeing “Little Butt Wiggler” appear across the arena, his messy appearance matching his name, she felt an inexplicable sense of warmth.

“Little Butt Wiggler” is a true disciple of the Beggars’ Sect. He usually looks disheveled, likes to chew on a chicken leg, carry a wine gourd, and enjoys admiring beautiful women on the streets, using his greasy hands to touch their buttocks. Of course, his name already reveals his strong preference for a certain body part.

So far, Little Butt Wiggler has completed three rounds of competition with equal success. As the fourth round approaches, he casually takes out a greasy chicken leg favored by Beggars’ Sect disciples from his pouch, rips off a piece without hesitation, and waits for his next opponent.

Result…

When the masked Happy appeared before him with a strange, relaxed smile, Little Butt Wiggler’s ease vanished. He swallowed the unchewed chicken in his mouth and shamelessly tossed away the leg, his expression turning grave.

Over these months in the martial world, he had developed keen eyesight, able to judge an opponent’s strength from their demeanor, aura, and sword-handling skills. He was certain the fourth opponent wasn’t among the top 30 on the Nanhua Martial World Ranking… yet the pressure they exerted was no less than that of Nanhua’s number one, “Brother Yu Cha”!

“I am Little Butt Wiggler! Please teach me!”

Ignoring the greasiness on his hands, Little Butt Wiggler bowed in greeting, exuding a rough, rustic vibe typical of the martial world.

“Happy.”

Happy replied succinctly.

Little Butt Wiggler nodded in realization. He remembered the names of the top 100 players, so he concluded the opponent must be either an unregistered member or someone who hadn’t updated their profile thoroughly in the game—in other words, a low-key person.

“The competitors: Little Butt Wiggler, Round 4; Happy, Round 5!”

The system’s announcement made Little Butt Wiggler tense again…

He thought the previous rounds had ended quickly, but it turned out the opponent had fought one more round than him, indicating considerable strength. His expression grew serious as he picked up the wooden stick he hadn’t used in earlier rounds.

“Please teach me.”

“Please.”

Happy smiled, stepped forward, and with a swift movement, appeared right in front of Little Butt Wiggler. The latter’s fighting spirit surged as he swung his firewood stick with a loud whooshing sound.

Clang! Clang!

The sound of metal colliding filled the air.

Not wanting to leave a negative impression on Little Butt Wiggler, Happy changed his aggressive fighting style and used the Black Cloud Sword Technique—a tenth-level sword art focused on attack and speed. Facing off against the Beggars’ Sect’s Crazy Stick Technique, it was a fierce battle between two powerful styles.

“Perfect timing.”
Xiao Piji Luanju immediately felt an unprecedented pressure, as if facing a formidable opponent. He unleashed his full strength, his robes flaring and the shadow of his staff moving swiftly, like a madman descending from hell—his momentum astonishing!
Grandmaster-level Mad Staff Technique?!
Kai Xin’s face lit up with joy. No longer holding back, he fully deployed the essence of the Black Cloud Sword Technique—speed, brutality, and lethality on full display. Though he hadn’t reached grandmaster status, his understanding of the Mad Staff Technique’s moves allowed him to match his opponent evenly. The two clashed constantly, moving back and forth in a fierce battle.
“So much fun!”
As time passed, both were exhilarated. Mid-battle, Xiao Piji Luanju laughed loudly and asked, “Brother, which department are you from? With such skills, winning first place this time shouldn’t be a problem!”
“Too kind! I’m from the Computer Science department. You’re not bad either, Xiao PP.”
“Nonsense!”
Xiao Piji Luanju glared and snapped an insult in frustration, “Even grandmaster-level Mad Staff Technique couldn’t take you down. You’re acting all humble with me. Still won’t tell me your name? You jerk!”
“Hehe, there will be plenty of chances later.”
Kai Xin knew this was Xiao Piji’s catchphrase and didn’t mind. Smiling, he suddenly changed his sword style. Amidst the opponent’s screams, the Black Cloud Sword Technique turned into the Nine Palaces Bagua Sword.
“Ah.”
The brutal and direct sword strikes suddenly became inscrutable and mysterious. Xiao Piji Luanju couldn’t adapt quickly, struggling desperately before being pushed to the edge of the arena. In desperation, his expression changed!
“Take this!”
A powerful gust of wind erupted from Xiao Piji Luanju, his strength surging several times over.
A secret technique?
Kai Xin was shocked. He immediately activated his internal energy, lifting his body high above the arena. Under Xiao Piji Luanju’s astonished gaze, he soared six or seven meters before drawing out his willow leaf dagger…
“Sorry, brother!”
A cold, lightning-fast blade shot toward the arena below.
At the same time, a bright red beam shot out from Xiao Piji Luanju’s hand!