Chapter 62: Teasing Feng Wu

“Before you attack, can you take off your mask? Let me see your true face!” Feng Wu, dressed in colorful robes, suddenly spoke the moment the system declared war. Her melodious voice was soothing, making it hard to refuse a beauty’s request.
Unfortunately, for someone who had known her for a while and was highly resistant to such tactics, Kai Xin smiled indifferently behind his mask and declined her request.
“Why?”
Feng Wu, expecting such an arrogant person not to comply, pressed further.
“I once swore an oath to my sect…”
Kai Xin’s deep and calm tone piqued Feng Wu’s curiosity, but after hearing the rest of his words, she showed frustration. “In this life, the only one who can lift my mask is the woman who defeats me hand-to-hand. That woman will be my lifelong love. So, I’m sorry, but I can’t fulfill your request…”
Hearing this, Feng Wu’s initially tense mood relaxed slightly, only to sink into even greater frustration. Frowning, she snorted—how dare he tease her!
Who would want to be his lifelong love…
This was outright teasing!
“Tell this young lady who you are, and you’ll regret it!” Feng Wu cursed inwardly in anger.
“Attack then.”
To her surprise, Kai Xin became even more rude. With a sharp sound, his sword drew forth, and he appeared at Feng Wu’s left side in an instant, his sharpness forcing her to quickly raise her sword to defend herself. She cursed angrily, “Are you even a man? You have no sense of decency at all!”
Kai Xin ignored her. He remembered that after the establishment of Caiyi Sect, Feng Wu wielded her sword with even more dominance than men, and few in the martial world could withstand her. The phrase “Are you even a man?” was always spoken in a condescending tone, making countless men feel ashamed. But now, she sounded so feminine!
“Hahaha!!”
Thinking of this, Kai Xin grew excited. He laughed as he moved in a circular pattern using the Eight Trigrams stance, his sword moving swiftly with fierce determination. He wanted to establish a dominant image in Feng Wu’s mind, so that this talented woman who disdained men would realize he never intended to bully her…
Feng Wu was no match for Kai Xin. After blocking a few attacks, she quickly found herself in trouble, her flaws exposed. Her face grew serious, but she said nothing more, only showing more determination and resilience in her eyes.
“Give up.”

Xiao Kai finally didn’t kick Feng Wu Caiyi off the arena like he did with others. He pushed her back with a palm, drew his sword behind his back, and gazed gracefully at the now-sweaty Feng Wu Caiyi, saying, “You can’t beat me.”
Although the outcome of a single match didn’t matter much, he was worried that if his kick made Feng Wu Caiyi lose face and hurt her pride, causing her to avoid entering the “Jianghu” in the future, that would be a grave mistake.
“Never!”
Standing across from Xiao Kai, Feng Wu Caiyi bit her lower lip tightly, gripping her long sword, refusing to admit defeat.
“Then I’ll have to kick you down.”
“Dare you!”
Feng Wu Caiyi still bit her lip, her bright eyes glowing faintly as she struggled hard not to let tears fall, which made Xiao Kai’s heart tremble.
This woman…
She just had too much pride and was too competitive.
Sighing, Xiao Kai shook his head helplessly. “Alright, I admit defeat. Is that fine? It’s just one match—is it worth getting so serious about?” With that, he directly asked the system to end this round. Under Feng Wu Caiyi’s astonished gaze, he turned into a hazy shadow and disappeared.
Feng Wu Caiyi stepped forward, about to say something, but the system’s victory notification already restored her to her best condition and selected her opponent for the second round. The words stuck in her throat, and she never spoke them.
…
The second round was best of five. Since Xiao Kai had given up the first round, he still had four chances. He wasn’t discouraged; as long as he won the remaining rounds, he could proceed to the third round.
But what if he encountered Feng Wu Caiyi again in the later rounds? What would he do then?
At the thought of this, Xiao Kai felt his head filled with tangled yarn, unable to figure things out…
His second opponent was also unlucky. They were already nervous facing the masked Xiao Kai, and now they had to deal with an even angrier Xiao Kai. Before they could even finish their first move, Xiao Kai used a minor injury on his shoulder to drive a sword into their chest.
On their deathbed, the opponent stared at the wound on Xiao Kai’s shoulder, eyes wide, as if trying to remember it, their gaze filled with disbelief and excitement…
“What the hell?”
Xiao Kai pushed the opponent’s body away with a palm, muttering helplessly, “Dead and still looking so happy—trying to make me vent my anger on purpose!”
He had no idea that throughout the whole ordeal, it was only that little brat who had hurt him. To the opponent, being able to hurt him was already a great achievement, a source of pride.
“…”

The third and fourth opponents also received special treatment, retreating with great satisfaction and excitement. But in the fifth round, it was “Chubby God” who faced Happy. With his eyes narrowed into slits, Chubby God appeared extremely cautious, standing ten meters away as various thoughts flashed quickly in his small eyes. “What evil schemes are he plotting?” Seeing his opponent from the final round, Happy smiled joyfully, silently sheathing his Gentleman Sword before putting it into his Qiankun Bag under the opponent’s surprised gaze. Chubby God was momentarily stunned, unable to understand Happy’s intentions… “Come on, fat guy.” Happy stretched out his fleshy palms as a signal. Chubby God’s eyes reddened immediately—this guy used a sword against others but put it away when facing him, deliberately looking down on him?! “Hmph!” With an indignant snort, Chubby God drew out his Nine-Ring Knife, the continuous clashing of metal rings sounding like that of a giant Maitreya as he charged at Happy. What he didn’t know was that Happy had sheathed his Gentleman Sword because his boxing skills were superior to his swordsmanship. Seeing Chubby God’s shifting gaze, he knew the other man was plotting something bad, so he put away his sword in advance, determined to go all out from the start. Although Chubby God was greedy for money, he was quite skilled and always targeted his opponents precisely. If not guarded against in advance, there was a risk of being caught off guard! Happy closed in on Chubby God, moving like a parasitic worm, using the high mobility and speed of his boxing to constantly block Chubby God’s attacks and overwhelm him with full force. In just a few seconds, he displayed an extremely fierce and aggressive fighting style, forcing Chubby God to be unable to move freely and constantly taking hits. Chubby God gradually realized… If Happy using a sword was like a killer—ruthless, direct, striking vital points instantly—then Happy at this moment was more like a boxing master who controlled the entire situation. He was right there yet seemingly out of reach, making it impossible to even think of resisting. “I give up! Damn it! I surrender!!” After taking countless punches without ever hitting Happy, Chubby God, utterly devastated, announced his surrender.