Chapter 515: Murong Family, Little Lolita

The threshold for the Martial Arts Conference is not high—everyone in the martial world can participate!
But making it into the top ten factions, earning a martial title, and entering the Heroes’ Villa is no easy task.
Moreover…
Not all factions have the right to grant martial titles; the Heroes’ Villa also cannot accommodate the countless small factions from all over the land.
As for the renowned major factions, there’s no need to say more—factions like Wudang and Shaolin, with hundreds of thousands or even millions of members, have top ten fighters who are undoubtedly outstanding and highly respected in the martial world!
But for smaller factions such as the Five Tigers Gate or the Valley of Heartless Love, sending ten top fighters would be a disservice to the fierce competition from the six major factions.
These smaller factions are divided by region…
Each region must engage in battles among themselves, with factions fighting against one another, until ten outstanding fighters are selected under the supervision of renowned martial experts to go to the Heroes’ Villa.
Unfortunately…
Although the Murong Family is a prestigious clan with a good reputation in the martial world, its small size means it too has to compete with other factions to secure one of the ten spots.
When the internal battles began, the Murong Family’s disciples, who had been eager to show off their skills, became depressed—because in their region, there were not only people from the “Mandora Villa” but also from the Nan Gong family, the Valley of Heartless Love, and Peach Blossom Island.
It could be said that the most famous southern factions had gathered together, making fierce competition inevitable.
While some were happy, others sharpened their skills and spent every moment training, preparing the gear needed for the battles…
The other factions were equally tense. The competition among smaller factions was no less intense than that among the six major factions or the Beggars’ Guild. The rifts and grudges between factions even amplified the cruelty of the competition.
At noon the next day, Happy returned to the Murong Family on time!
The backyard of the Murong Family had been temporarily converted into a training hall. The head of the Murong family sat at the head, with the family elders and Miss Murong seated on either side. The senior disciples formed a pleasing viewing lineup.
From above, they looked down at the hundreds of Murong Family disciples lined up neatly!
The scene was both solemn and dignified!
The head of the Murong family began to speak, explaining the rules of this competition:

“Divided into ten rounds, the elders will announce the names of the fighters… The winner stays, while the loser is sent to another round. Those who lose three times in a row are automatically disqualified.”
“One point is earned for each win.”
“Towards the end of the matches, anyone who hasn’t suffered consecutive losses gets a chance to challenge any winner. A successful challenge earns 2 points, while a loss results in a 2-point deduction! One cannot challenge an opponent they have already defeated!”
As the head of the Murong family explained, silence reigned below. Once the rules were read out, many people began whispering among themselves:
“Damn, this is unbearable!”
“Give up after three losses? Those who are lucky only get two chances… If unlucky enough to face He Shiyi, they’re left with just one chance… My god! This is too much…” Almost everyone in the Murong family knew about He Shiyi’s formidable archery skills and his enhanced power after obtaining a fourth-tier treasure bow, seeing the two of them as insurmountable obstacles.
Xian Kai, dressed in blue, stood out prominently among the crowd, looking quite composed. As he listened to the rules read by the head of the Murong family, suddenly the surroundings changed—everything became clearer…
The large training hall was divided into ten sizable fighting arenas, with people retreating to the edges, leaving open spaces in the center. Clear boundaries marked each arena, with a powerful elder standing at each edge, likely to prevent thrown knives or other weapons from interfering with fighters on other arenas.
Xian Kai was the first to appear on one of the arenas…
The elder then announced his name!
Chatter filled the air…
Everyone seemed to want to back away, praying that the next name called wouldn’t be theirs.
“I don’t want to…”
A pitiful disciple of the Murong family was called upon, tears welling in his eyes as he appeared opposite Xian Kai, immediately choosing to forfeit.
Xian Kai was also speechless…
Since the matches weren’t life-or-death, did these people really lack even the desire or interest to fight?
“Surely they’re not just here to stand around all day?” Watching the fighters in other rounds quickly engage in battle, Xian Kai was frustrated to find that his second opponent also chose to forfeit and leave right away, leaving him stunned.
On the first arena, a strange phenomenon occurred…
Xian Kai stood alone there, motionless, while two others had already forfeited. Even the head of the Murong family and the elders in the stands exchanged puzzled looks, never expecting Xian Kai’s influence to be so great.

Although many in the crowd sighed with disappointment, even more showed understanding and sympathy… It might have been okay if they could get some advice, but the opponent was so strong that he could defeat Zhou Yu in just two moves at first sight. Many people didn’t even know whether it would be better to step forward with their left or right foot, or perhaps not move at all. The pressure was too great! It was too uncomfortable! Under this invisible pressure, Happy effortlessly accumulated points. By the time the first match ended, Happy already had over twenty points. As time went on… everyone gradually became numb, and the onlookers no longer had any interest in watching Happy’s performance. Even Happy herself found it boring. She crossed her arms and started watching the fights in other arenas! Until… suddenly, a clear, childish voice came from the opposite side: “Yu Luo, please give me some guidance, Senior Happy!” It was a familiar voice, with a hint of cunning and stubbornness. “Little Yu Luo?” This voice drew many people’s attention back, including Happy. She turned around. There stood the delicate and pretty Yu Luo, holding a graceful jade sword in a fighting stance, her posture fresh and charming, her eyes bright and carefree. She blinked as if looking at something interesting, a sly smile on her lips. From her face, Happy couldn’t sense the tension others felt. Nor could she relate this little Yu Luo before her to the girl who used to stuff big white radishes into rabbits. Originally, after being bored for so long, having a challenger finally appeared should have made Happy happy, but seeing it was Little Yu Luo, she suddenly felt unable to treat her as a rival, unable to feel excited. Embarrassed! Happy stood there, looking strange. Seeming to sense that she was being looked down upon, Little Yuo glared angrily, and suddenly a presence emerged around her that made Happy stare intently, her gaze fixed on Yu Luo’s tightly pressed index and middle fingers.