My Super Beautiful Lady Boss-Chapter 595 - 590 One Finger Zen

The martial arts arena competition had already begun, and Su Xuan, who was in the sixth group, was itching to try his luck. The first few groups had progressed to the fourth group already, and it wouldn’t be long before it was the sixth group’s turn. In total, there were fifty groups.

The battles in each group were intense, but there were no undefeated champions. For instance, the winner from the first group hadn’t even had a chance to catch his breath before everyone from the second group swarmed him—how could one person possibly stand against so many?

Thus, a new winner emerged from the second group, only to be overwhelmed by ten people from the third group. The winner would then have to come from the third group, continuing this vicious cycle. Therefore, the odds of a winner emerging from the 40th to 50th groups were the highest, as they expended the least energy and the strongest individuals were most likely to stand out.

About Su Xuan in the sixth group, thinking about lasting until the 50th group was harder than reaching the heavens.

"Now it’s time for the sixth group!"

Finally, it was Su Xuan’s group’s turn. He invigorated his spirit. The martial arts arena wasn’t his weakness, but he couldn’t say it was his forte either, as he had never crossed hands with these people before.

"Su Xuan, come on!"

Qiuyue somehow found a red flag and vigorously waved it, shouting cheers to support Su Xuan.

Su Xuan was a bit touched. Qiuyue, don’t make it so sentimental, okay? Does this look like an Assassin? Su Xuan thought that if Qiuyue kept this up and was fortunate enough to leave the mountain, she definitely would no longer make it as an Assassin, as she no longer had the aura of an Assassin about her.

In the stands, Song Tianbao and his daughter were eating fruit while watching the bouts in the arena.

Song Shuangshuang, of course, was most concerned about Su Xuan. Suddenly, with her bright, big eyes wide open, she shouted, "Daddy, look quick, it’s Su Xuan’s turn, that’s fantastic!"

However, Song Tianbao didn’t join in the conversation but instead peeled an apple for his daughter. Right now, he dared not speak much because he knew Su Xuan was likely to be beaten to death. If he was smart, he should quietly roll off the Defending Platform, which meant losing but was the safest option.

Bang!

Song Tianbao was startled. What happened, was there an earthquake?

It was actually his daughter, Song Shuangshuang, who had punched the table causing all the fruit on it to bounce up.

"Daddy, why did you arrange for Su Xuan to play so early? You have a bias against him, but you can’t just kill him off!"

"I’m not harming him; he drew his lot himself. I didn’t do anything," Song Tianbao hastily explained.

"You can’t just do nothing! You should do something. Help Su Xuan, get him moved to the fiftieth group, otherwise, I’ll never call you dad again."

"Ah, my dear girl, didn’t I tell you at lunch? This all depends on personal luck. There’s nothing I can do if his luck is that bad, but don’t worry, he has an extraordinary look to him. Making it to the fiftieth group should definitely be no problem!" Song Tianbao bluffed to Song Shuangshuang.

"Did you really notice Su Xuan’s extraordinary look? I also thought he looked very fortunate. But when did you learn fortune-telling? I had no idea; are you tricking me?"

"My precious daughter, how could I deceive you? If I deceive you, then I’m a little dog."

"That’s more like it."

In his heart, Song Tianbao thought, as long as it meant his daughter growing up healthy and happy, what was wrong with being a little dog? Woof, woof, woof, woof.

Su Xuan and the other nine from the sixth group charged onto the platform together, where there was only one victor from a previous group standing, but he was already panting heavily. It would have been impressive if he could take on just one more, but now another ten had come up, and Su Xuan was one of those ten.

"Kill!"

At a shouted command, the ten men rushed forward together. Within less than a round, the man was kicked off the Defending Platform, leaving Su Xuan speechless. He hadn’t even started to make his move when the victor was taken down by the collective effort of the others in his group.

Now, only the ten from the sixth group remained on the platform. Only one person could stand there, and they each fought for themselves. Those who fell and couldn’t get up or fell off the platform were counted as defeated. Just a moment ago allies, they instantly became enemies.

Su Xuan suddenly felt that something was amiss with the Qi. The easiest target for attack here was himself, not only from outsiders but also the top ranker in the cultural field. The top ranker in the cultural field—imagine if he also won the first place in the martial arts arena, then he would be the closest to victory.

After realizing this, the nine others made Su Xuan their target.

A wolf howl and the nine charged at Su Xuan. He was an outsider, and many under the Song Family wanted to see him make a spectacle. Now, their wishes were finally coming true, as the whistles started up.

Su Xuan felt a bit nervous this time around. After all, this was his first encounter with these people. Su Xuan’s Kung Fu was mostly learned in the military, trained rigorously under the Military God’s militaristic management, leaning more toward practical combat.

Whoosh!

Su Xuan didn’t dare to meet the force head-on but instead dodged a kick from one opponent.

Su Xuan could only test the waters with his moves.

"Ah!... Bang!"

Su Xuan found an opening and poked the person who had kicked at him with his finger. That person happened to be standing at the edge of the platform and actually fell off!

The person who fell was devastated, and Su Xuan wasn’t faring much better. He had barely touched the man with his index finger, and yet he had fallen off? Was he too powerful?

Seeing Su Xuan knock someone off the platform, Qiuyue outside shook her flag even more vigorously: "Su Xuan, go for it, Su Xuan, go for it!"

Watching Su Xuan successfully knock someone off, little Shuangshuang leaped for joy and excitedly said to her father, "What you said was right, Daddy, Su Xuan has a good look to him and will definitely get through the martial arts arena."

Song Tianbao awkwardly laughed along with his daughter, but inside he thought, "It’s just the beginning. There are still over four hundred more people to go. Brace yourself for the long haul. Even someone with a copper man iron arm can’t take so much beating. If there’s anyone to blame, it’s Su Xuan’s bad luck."

On the platform, Su Xuan had just used one finger to ’accidentally’ send a guy tumbling down. He looked at that finger incredulously, wondering if his finger had somehow obtained the abilities of Duan Yu’s Six Meridian Divine Sword from "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils"?

"Hehe, this is great."

Su Xuan was amusing himself and didn’t notice that someone’s punches and kicks were coming at him.

"Su Xuan, dodge quickly!"

Qiuyue saw Su Xuan standing there foolishly smiling and loudly reminded him.

Only then did Su Xuan snap out of it and busily deal with the attacks.

Smack!

Su Xuan was stunned; he had just poked another person down with one finger!

Su Xuan was thrilled inside; his fingers could really be that strong.

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A poke from Su Xuan took down another, and this time, he was getting more proficient. A single finger poke could move a person.

...

After one was poked down, Su Xuan was starting to question his life. The world was too crazy; he was simply a natural prodigy.

All nine were eventually poked down by Su Xuan, causing a commotion throughout the crowd. Su Xuan proudly waved at everyone, saying, "Really, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to knock them down."

It wasn’t a big deal when Su Xuan stayed silent, but his words angered the Song Family members below.

"Such hypocrisy! If he won, he won, but to say he knocked them down by accident, I think he just looks down on the Song Family’s power."

"Right, this kid is an outsider. Just because he won a title in the cultural field, he struts around here, acting as if he really became Miss Song’s teacher."

"Later on, we’ll beat him to death. Looking at his audacity, I couldn’t stand him from the start, a hypocrite!"

...

Before he knew it, Su Xuan had become the common enemy.

Su Xuan himself was from the Third Group, and he had poked all the Third Group contestants down from the Defending Platform.

"Group Seven, step up!"

Song Shuangshuang, filled with pride, waved her little fist to cheer for Su Xuan, while Song Tianbao looked at Su Xuan in the middle of the platform with a surprised expression, thinking, "Good lad, not bad, being able to become the winner of his own group. Even if you win your group, it’s useless; there’s still Group Seven. Can you handle them? Impossible!"

Song Tianbao wasn’t being unreasonable. Among the ten people in the Seventh Group, there happened to be King Kong, whom Su Xuan had had an altercation with in the cafeteria, and Su Xuan had even smashed his bowl.

King Kong’s frame was massive, and his steps thundered as he walked; one could even feel the ground tremble. Sheer strength was his only special trick.

The ten people got up on the platform, surrounding Su Xuan in the middle.

"You’re dead!"

King Kong said it very low.

"You’re dead?"

Su Xuan pretended not to hear.

"Yes, you’re dead."

"Oh, so it’s you who’s dead."

Su Xuan had a talent for playing dumb and acting silly. King Kong became so furious that he raised his fists to charge. He had told the others below the platform that he wanted to kill Su Xuan personally to avenge the insult of having his bowl smashed at lunch.

The others consciously stood aside.

The Defending Platform was circular. Su Xuan and King Kong stood in the center, with the nine people from Group Seven at the edge, sending a clear message: they would deal with Su Xuan first and then fight among themselves to determine the strongest.

King Kong taking the lead suited the others just fine. They were happy to conserve their energy, so they wouldn’t be drained for their infighting later.

Bang bang bang!

True to form, King Kong was extraordinary, punching with immense power. Su Xuan could clearly see the trajectory of his punches, dodging them as if only symbolically.

After two full minutes, King Kong hadn’t landed a single punch. The audience was getting anxious; Qiuyue was waving her flag, thinking that as long as Su Xuan wasn’t hurt, it was all good, but in Song Shuangshuang’s eyes, the fight on the platform was quite entertaining.

To Song Tianbao, it seemed clear that Su Xuan was about to lose. Everything was set.

Suddenly, Su Xuan stopped dodging because he remembered he only had two days left to live; he needed to hurry and obtain the Heavenly Mountain Snow Lotus. Even if he took it for himself, he also had to deliver some to Li Yuanyuan. Just traveling there would take over a day; there really was no time to delay.

Su Xuan finally made his move with a tentative strike, trying to gauge the full extent of his opponent’s power.

Odd, how strange. King Kong’s strength was decent, but he was far from stable. Now Su Xuan finally understood: no wonder he could poke so many people down with just one finger. It turned out they lacked a steady stance, had no stability.

Of course, Su Xuan’s finger was no ordinary finger—it had at least a few hundred pounds of force behind it. Su Xuan had overestimated them.