My Super Beautiful Lady Boss-Chapter 594 - 589: Increased Difficulty

Su Xuan had finished the cultural field examination and came out, where Qiuyue was waiting outside, because she had already seen Su Xuan’s perfect score on the public notice board and felt overjoyed.

Su Xuan felt somewhat uneasy inside, especially when Qiuyue treated him better and better.

Qiuyue was originally an assassin, and Su Xuan brought her to act as cannon fodder; if they encountered any danger, or places with hidden weapons, he could push her out front. But along the way, Su Xuan actually developed a bit of feeling for her—just a little. Moreover, there was the night they lay together inside the sleeping bag at the Song Family’s gate and he tasted her body amidst the chilly wind.

Every time Su Xuan saw Qiuyue’s pitiful eyes, he felt somewhat reluctant. In Tang Tiantian’s school, Su Xuan and Qiuyue met for the first time. It must be said that this assassin was quite stupid; no matter how well-known she was outside, in Su Xuan’s hands, she was just a primary schooler.

Seeing Qiuyue silently supporting himself like this, Su Xuan nodded vigorously, and even thought that if he could cure Li Yuanyuan, he might consider not killing Qiuyue but instead letting her go.

Now it was lunchtime, with the martial arts arena scheduled for the afternoon.

"Brother Xuan, let’s go eat together,"

Song Shuangshuang ran down from upstairs, seeing Su Xuan standing with Qiuyue, she felt displeased. How could her brother’s love be shared with someone else? No way.

"You go eat; I’ll pass."

"How can you not eat? Now that we finally don’t have to eat compressed food anymore, isn’t it nice to change it up?"

Su Xuan persuaded.

When Qiuyue heard this, she felt it was important indeed. More importantly, if she continued to eat fake compressed food and had a stomachache with flatulence, it’d be like the universe was about to collapse.

"Okay, let’s taste the delicacies from the top of Mount Everest," Qiuyue agreed and followed to take a seat.

Song Shuangshuang jumped and bounced ahead leading the way. Damn, even eating a meal with Su Xuan could turn into trouble.

Here, meals were prepared and seats were allocated according to the Song Family’s members, leaving no provisions for others.

Song Shuangshuang ate in the same area as Song Tianbao, while all others had a different area to eat. Su Xuan and Qiuyue found themselves in an awkward situation, arriving for a meal with no one caring to serve them.

As Su Xuan picked up a bowl, it should have been porcelain from the Song Dynasty. Right as he prepared to admire it, a large hand reached over and scolded, "Put it down!"

Su Xuan raised his hand and sized up the person before him. Heh, nothing special, just a bigger build, more muscles, taller stature, and seemed to have a bit more strength. Big deal.

Qiuyue stepped in front of Su Xuan and said to the man, "Could you lower your voice, or is it going to kill you?"

"It could kill me, you got that? Now can you move along and not touch my bowl?"

Crash!

The bowl was smashed on the ground, shattering to pieces.

Su Xuan smiled awkwardly, "Ah, sorry about that, ha, my hand slipped."

Qiuyue gave Su Xuan an annoyed glance. She knew he was trouble; this kind of strong man wasn’t someone just anyone could handle.

Now was the time for meals, and everyone was present. Seeing the bowl smashed, they all stood up.

Su Xuan laughed, "Is this going to be a group fight? Actually, I’ve really wanted to experience fighting a hundred by myself."

"Su Xuan, stop talking nonsense, don’t forget our purpose for coming here,"

Qiuyue whispered to Su Xuan, tugging at his sleeve.

The guy whose bowl Su Xuan had broken was named King Kong, a giant from the Song Family with incredible strength. He was not actually from the Song Family, but was a child of farmers from the foothills of Mount Everest. As his family could not afford to keep him, he was sent to live here from a young age.

"You’re seeking death!"

King Kong swung his huge fist towards Su Xuan’s forehead.

Su Xuan watched, motionless, without even trying to dodge.

"King Kong!"

Just as the fist was about to hit Su Xuan’s head, Song Tianbao reprimanded, "King Kong, aren’t you participating in the martial arts arena this afternoon? There’s no point fighting now!"

King Kong retracted his fist sheepishly and threatened Su Xuan, "This afternoon I will make you die. That bowl has been with me for over ten years. You’re dead meat."

"So scared,"

Su Xuan said sarcastically to King Kong.

At this point, Song Shuangshuang finally arrived late. It turned out that she had gone to the kitchen to get food for Su Xuan and Qiuyue. She came back carrying a container with two large portions of food.

"Oh my, even your dad has never enjoyed such good treatment!"

Seeing his daughter personally run to the kitchen for food, Song Tianbao was quite jealous.

Not to mention, on top of Mount Everest, they could actually enjoy a variety of vegetables from the outside world, and the meat was plentiful.

This time, Su Xuan and Qiuyue truly ate their fill, no longer wanting to touch compressed food.

"Su Xuan, eat well,"

Song Tianbao said to Su Xuan, this time he seemed genuinely sincere. It’s not hard to tell whether people are sincere or not when they speak.

Su Xuan realized that this time Song Tianbao spoke from the heart.

Song Tianbao knew that the martial arts arena would take place in the afternoon; he had already anticipated that Su Xuan definitely wouldn’t make it through, especially when facing someone like King Kong—it would be a nine-death-one-life situation.

This meal should’ve felt more like the last lunch.

That’s why Song Tianbao showed his true feelings, insisting that Su Xuan eat more so he wouldn’t become a hungry ghost on his way to the Western Heaven.

Song Tianbao’s display of affection made Song Shuangshuang think that Daddy didn’t dislike Su Xuan, so she suggested, "Daddy, why not spare Brother Xuan from going to the martial arts arena? I’m scared. We can just agree internally."

"Don’t make trouble; we must go through the process. Otherwise, how can we convince the crowd?"

Song Tianbao disagreed.

"Hmph, Daddy still doesn’t care about me. If you dare not let Brother Xuan successfully pass the martial arts arena, I will... I will..."

Shuangshuang looked around but couldn’t find anything suitable to make her point with.

"If you dare not let Brother Xuan pass the martial arts arena, I will never call you Daddy again!"

Qiuyue, who was wolfing down his food, nearly choked to death. This little Ya was fierce.

Seeing so many participants for the martial arts arena, Su Xuan asked Song Tianbao, "Can so many people finish in one afternoon?"

Song Tianbao nonchalantly replied, "No worries, it’s quite a stretch to finish in one afternoon, but there’s always tomorrow. And if not finished by tomorrow, then the day after. There will definitely come a day when it’s finished."

What the heck, is that even acceptable?

Calculating the time without including today, Su Xuan realized there were only two days left to live, and it wasn’t just him; Li Yuanyuan and Qiuyue also had only two days of life left.

Time is life, and Su Xuan couldn’t wait. No matter how many people there were in the afternoon, he had to defeat his opponents as quickly as possible. In the afternoon, Su Xuan had to bring out his real skills—if he didn’t show his trump card now, he never would.

"Brother Xuan, you won’t have a problem. The guys up on our mountain are just bigger in size, stronger, look more frightening when grown up, and move quicker—that’s all there’s to be afraid of."

Aren’t those enough? But Su Xuan still remained as calm as ever on the surface, "This afternoon is destined to be my solo performance. Just watch."

Having declared such confidence, Qiuyue asked anxiously, "Are you really so sure? Why do I feel so anxious, my heart racing nonstop."

"I can take you flying, and then anything is possible."

Qiuyue blushed—after all, they indeed had flown together in the sleeping bag several times that night.

.................

The afternoon martial arts arena finally began, with heroes gathering from all over. The cultural field in the morning might not have been their forte, but now in the martial arts arena—holy moly—the Song Family was naturally endowed with astonishing stamina, and with their acquired practice, can you imagine anything more daunting, any more difficult to deal with?

Su Xuan had already considered this, and no matter how strong the opponent, he had to take them down to save time for the Heavenly Mountain Snow Lotus.

Even Su Xuan harbored an immature thought: could he perhaps get several Heavenly Mountain Snow Lotus for free if he married Song Shuangshuang? Not only would he marry the cute and petite Song Shuangshuang but also obtain the Snow Lotus effortlessly—a classic case of killing two birds with one stone.

If there was indeed any physical effort required in accomplishing this task, it would be during the marital consummation with Song Shuangshuang, which would inevitably take some energy, but those were necessary expenses, and nitpicking over them would be unseemly.

While Su Xuan was lost in his fantasies, the martial arts arena was about to start, and everyone was waiting below. The winner of the cultural field had already emerged, and he was the center of attention—Su Xuan.

The rules for the martial arts arena competition were quickly announced: it was a king-of-the-hill battle.

The participants were divided into several groups, ten people per group. These ten people would step onto the platform, and falling off would mean defeat. In the end, there could only be one person left standing on the platform. The rules were that simple—it was about whether you could successfully defend your position on the platform.

Su Xuan was assigned to the sixth group, which meant he would take the stage as part of the sixth group. He surveyed the situation and saw a total of fifty groups.

Holy crap, fifty groups, ten people each group—that’s five hundred people! If they fought slowly, wouldn’t that mean waiting until who knows when?

Therefore, when Su Xuan stepped onto the stage, he had to fight swiftly and decisively. Others might afford to delay, but he couldn’t—three lives were at stake and it was no joke.

The martial arts arena competition began!

Dong!

Song Tianbao announced the start, and with the gong, the martial arts arena competition officially began.

The competition finally began, and the first group was already on. Su Xuan then realized these people really weren’t easy, with terrifying stamina. At least they wouldn’t fall off the platform, and as long as they weren’t dead, they’d definitely get back up. The platform was designed to be huge; making it too difficult to fall off.

Bang bang bang!

Su Xuan watched the fierce competition on the stage, carefully deducing which clan or sect their Kung Fu belonged to, and what style they were using.

In the end, Su Xuan discovered they seemed to be taught by the same master. Their Kung Fu was average, but supported by their formidable stamina, everyone was like a cockroach that couldn’t be killed, falling down and standing up repeatedly; they represented the tenacity of life very realistically.

Finally, the first group’s competition ended, and one person remained standing on the platform, while the others had either fallen down or were knocked off. Even the one standing was half dead from exhaustion.

"Second group, up!"

When it was the second group’s turn, the winner of the first group had to compete against the people from the second group on the platform!

My goodness, this puts groups earlier in the sequence at a disadvantage, doesn’t it? The answer was definitely yes.

Su Xuan was in the sixth group, and since everyone’s position was determined by lot, it was also a matter of fate. Generally, the victor of the martial arts arena emerged between groups forty to fifty, because by that time, with their vitality at its peak, the strong could easily win.

But Su Xuan had drawn the sixth group. Even if he won this fight, he’d still have to go through forty-four more groups—that meant facing another 440 people!