My Super Beautiful Lady Boss-Chapter 596 - 591: Turn of Events

This time Su Xuan faced off against King Kong, and this King Kong was impolite and lacking in manners.

After a few rounds, Su Xuan had already figured out his pattern, which was nothing but brute strength; he really knew nothing else, which made things easier.

"Big Fool! Come at me!"

Su Xuan said triumphantly.

King Kong’s fist was faster, as Su Xuan wanted to enrage him and then attack him when he was thrown off balance.

Whoosh!

Su Xuan heard the malicious cold wind by his ear and knew that the opponent’s heavy punch was imminent.

He reached out a hand, grabbed onto the opponent’s fist with his palm, and with a pull aided by the momentum, King Kong fell onto the platform!

Everyone was stunned, looking at King Kong who was sprawled on the platform like a small mountain, almost concealing Su Xuan’s figure.

The remaining nine people on the platform were not having it and rushed over, of course King Kong could still get up, but just as he was about to stand he felt his body being dragged again.

Su Xuan held onto King Kong’s body and dragged him, and dragged, and dragged!

And finally, he tossed him up!

The entire venue was in shock. What incredible strength it must take to fling such a massive body into the air, spinning round and round, with King Kong roaring to come down.

"Don’t be hasty, I’ll let you down after I’ve had my fun."

As Su Xuan was spinning King Kong around, the nine other people who had intended to rush him were instead being knocked off the platform by King Kong’s spinning body, thud thud thud!

Continual collision sounds—the nine people were swept off the platform by King Kong’s body, which Su Xuan used to his advantage. They truly felt like crying without tears, having been knocked down without even throwing a punch, feeling incredibly indignant.

"Dad, Su Xuan is really amazing, you were right about him!"

Shuangshuang peeled an orange and spoke as she ate.

Song Tianbao held a cup of tea but had already forgotten to drink it, and besides, the tea had already cooled down.

"How could this happen?"

This was completely different from what Song Tianbao had expected; it was diametrically opposed.

In Song Tianbao’s mind, Su Xuan was supposed to be beaten to a pulp and thrown off the platform as soon as this group came up. That was the normal outcome. Now, seeing Su Xuan dragging King Kong by the arm and spinning around, knocking the other nine off the platform, his heart was already bleeding.

Bang!

With a thunderous noise that could shock both heaven and earth, King Kong finally landed outside the platform.

King Kong was clearly dizzied by the spinning, vomiting froth.

Su Xuan once again successfully defended the platform.

The audience was filled with hisses, void of any applause or flowers. Su Xuan still felt a bit unaccustomed to this.

All he could see was Qiuyue giving him a thumbs up, and Song Shuangshuang jumping up and down in the stands. freewёbnoνel.com

Song Tianbao’s cup of tea hadn’t been drunk yet; he’d been holding it for several minutes, still grasping to understand why Su Xuan was so skilled, even beating King Kong. Indeed, he was impressive. But King Kong was a brainless fool, only knowing how to use his strength to clash with others. Once he met an opponent skilled in techniques, he was doomed.

This was Su Xuan’s first time successfully defending the platform, and he was somewhat excited on the inside. Damn it, the opponents weren’t really of much value, making him unnecessarily nervous. There was no need for that at all.

After that, Su Xuan completely calmed his mind and realized that the servants of the Song Family were all weak.

No wonder he could knock them down with just a finger before, it was simply an insult to his intelligence.

Thud thud thud!

Su Xuan got into the groove, one kick for each, one punch for each, even one kick for a bunch, one punch for a bunch. Ten people in a group, hurry up to receive your fate.

Another group came up, dealt with in ten seconds. Su Xuan seemed to have regained his former valor.

"Hurry up! I have other things to do after I’m done with you guys."

Su Xuan saw the approaching group dawdling clearly not wanting to volunteer for a beating. Since you drew lots, you should come up on your own, even if you don’t win, it’s not a big deal. Every failure is a precious asset on the road to progress, you need to cherish it.

"Those in the back, hurry up and line up. Come up as fast as possible."

After a group came up, Su Xuan told the next group to get ready in advance, because as long as Su Xuan was defending the platform, it was resolved quickly, one group after another.

Song Tianbao’s cup of tea had been nearing ten minutes, and his shock level had been steadily increasing to the point where it had already hit the red alert. How could Su Xuan be so unreasonable? The people he had carefully trained couldn’t even make Su Xuan interested in hitting them an extra time. This must be an illusion, it had to be!

Song Tianbao shook his head vigorously, trying to convince himself it wasn’t real.

Song Shuangshuang looked at her father displeased and said, "Did you get epilepsy, Dad? Don’t scare me; I’m easily frightened."

"I’m not sick. It’s just that my eyes are seeing illusions, Su Xuan couldn’t possibly have defeated so many people."

Song Tianbao was so agitated that he could hardly speak.

"Dad, what you saw is real, it’s not an illusion."

"Ah!!!"

Song Tianbao let out a strange cry, spitting out a mouthful of old blood that ran like tea from a cup.

The other teams surrounding the Defending Platform were on the edge of their seats, with one group coming up after another. Because the previous team would definitely be off the platform by then, Su Xuan’s efficiency in dealing with things was praiseworthy.

Later, to intimidate those people, Su Xuan found it tiresome to fight ten people from every group, so he started to hit harder, letting them choose their strongest to fight him. This way, he could save a lot of energy.

"If you don’t want to die, you can jump off the platform voluntarily, or you’ll end up like this slab of stone!"

Crack!.

With a stomp of his foot, Su Xuan broke the slab of stone on the ground into countless pieces. Those people all had mortal bodies, how could they withstand a full-force punch or kick from Su Xuan? So they hesitated, or outright forfeited. Su Xuan appreciated those who forfeited, as they didn’t waste his time, nor their own.

However, Su Xuan still encountered those strong-headed fools who insisted on fighting him to the death.

Crack!

When Su Xuan struck this time, it was severe. With just one kick, he broke six of the man’s ribs in his chest, along with a fractured arm.

Su Xuan also encountered some who, upon getting onto the platform and seeing him frequently break people’s bones, would get so scared they’d wet themselves, leaving puddles here and there. Su Xuan couldn’t stand this; everyone should advocate for cleanliness and bravely say no to peeing at will!

Thanks to Su Xuan’s strict approach, those strong-headed fools finally learned to restrain themselves. Su Xuan was waiting on the platform when another group approached; he had lost count of how many groups this had been.

This group was cooperative. After consulting among themselves, they chose their strongest member to fight. If that person couldn’t defeat Su Xuan, they’d have to leave the stage in disgrace, greatly saving on manpower and material resources—adding a vibrant touch to the modernization process of the Song Family on Mount Everest.

In total, there were fifty groups. Now, it was the 40th group. Su Xuan felt as if he could already see himself as Shuangshuang’s golden guard, ready to crush anyone who dared to bully her.

Yet, Su Xuan still didn’t dare to be careless. For himself, for Li Yuanyuan, for Qiuyue, he couldn’t afford any mistakes—caution is the parent of safety.

Finally, Su Xuan encountered a group that was out of the ordinary, a group where every person was strong—a foreboding only the powerful possessed. They were the forty-fifth group!

Song Tianbao, who was almost mad with rage, took a closer look at the people on the platform and suddenly regained his confidence. He said to his daughter, "Shuangshuang, your Brother Xuan might not be able to become your study companion anymore."

"Why not? Didn’t you say he has a benign face and all along the way, he could cut through bristles and thorns?"

"Now he’s up against my Iron Sand Guards, and no one can match them when they enter the arena!"

"Iron Sand Guards? Are they the ones who guard our mountain?"

Shuangshuang blinked and asked. Song Tianbao was pleased that his daughter knew about these matters, it seemed she was rather fearful too.

Only to hear Shuangshuang say, "But even the Iron Sand Guards are no match for Brother Xuan. I think we might as well disband them—each year we spend so much money on them, it’d be better spent on toys for me."

"Forget it, you’re just a child and don’t understand these things. I won’t talk to you about it."

Song Tianbao had someone serve a fresh pot of hot tea. The good show was just beginning, and Su Xuan was in trouble now.

Qiuyue also felt a killing aura. As an assassin, she knew what an assassin was most sensitive to—it was the killing aura. As this group ascended the platform, the onlookers stopped their shouting, falling eerily silent.

"Could it be that they are really quite formidable?"

Su Xuan mused, deciding that no matter how tough they were, a fight was in order. Come on, fight to your heart’s content!

Su Xuan spread out his stance, breaking down the Yixing Fist in his mind.

The ten people opposite him were clearly more well-trained than the previous ones, circling him non-stop, making Su Xuan slightly dizzy. He had to close his eyes, leaving just a slim gap open.

It was as if they were setting up a Formation!

Su Xuan was facing this kind of tough opponent for the first time; he must not fall into their trap. Once ensnared, he would have no way out.

"Kill!"

Su Xuan couldn’t afford to give his opponents the chance to calmly set up their Formation.

This time Su Xuan had come to save lives, carrying great responsibility on his shoulders.

Bang!

Su Xuan launched a proactive attack, kicking out, only to find that it was like kicking against iron armor. The opponent kept spinning, and Su Xuan realized their Formation was taking effect. The result was twofold: it either increased their power or weakened his own.

In reality, both these processes were happening simultaneously.

Inadvertently, a lot of Su Xuan’s power had been sapped by the Formation. No wonder he felt capable in mind but powerless in execution, unable to unleash his strength—all of that was real.

The more critical the moment, the less he could afford to panic. Su Xuan closed his eyes and pondered a solution, suddenly hearing Qiuyue still shouting encouragement from outside. The sound was blocked by the Formation, scattering as it tried to penetrate.

Suddenly, Su Xuan saw Qiuyue shaking a red flag outside the Formation. Inside, he had completely lost his sense of direction.

He had a plan!

Su Xuan decided to use the red flag as a point of orientation for his assault. If he could break through the Formation, then dealing with the rest of them would be much easier.

If he failed to break free from the Formation, any hit he landed on any one of them would be like kicking cotton, causing no substantial damage to the opponent.

"Qiuyue, you being here will be of use after all. I promise you, if you can use your shaking red flag to break this Formation, I won’t kill you!" Su Xuan swore silently in his heart.