My Super Beautiful Lady Boss-Chapter 602 - 596 Mount Everest Ten Gentlemen

Even Su Xuan himself hadn’t expected that on the Defending Platform, he would encounter ten Snow Wolves. These ten Snow Wolves were covered in white fur, with stubborn glints in their eyes. Although they had been captured by humans three years ago, they still refused to be tamed.

Su Xuan patted the Wolf King’s head as if he were chatting with an old friend he hadn’t seen in years, leaving the audience below stunned. It seemed as if Su Xuan could communicate with the Snow Wolf, a creature so ferocious that some had been attacked during taming attempts. Seeing it so docile now seemed utterly impossible.

The ones most upset were those who had trained them, begrudging the fact that these Snow Wolves had been tamed by Su Xuan so easily.

Song Tianbao watched Su Xuan with interest from the stands, finding the young man fascinating. There seemed to be a bond between the Snow Wolves and him. Given their volatile nature, having the Wolf King this submissive suggested that Su Xuan was quite skilled.

All the other members of Group 47 had already conceded defeat. Without the help of the Snow Wolves, they naturally had no chance of winning.

"Group 48 better come up quick; I don’t have time to wait for you guys."

With only two days left to live, Su Xuan had no time to spare, completely annoyed by others’ endless chatter.

"So, is Group 48 coming up or not? If not, let Group 49 come up first!"

Su Xuan’s cocky and arrogant attitude was unprecedented on Mount Everest.

Qiuyue was very pleased to see Su Xuan’s high fighting spirit as it was a good sign.

"Young man, don’t be too arrogant!"

Suddenly, a group of men in white flew—or rather, jumped out—from somewhere.

They each held a sword, their white garments fluttering as if they were Sword Immortals, truly believing themselves to be celestial beings.

Su Xuan didn’t care whether they were Sword Immortals or sword farts, making them lose was what he needed to do.

"You must be the people from Group 48, right? Come on then, start the fight, and I’ll aim to take you all down within five moves."

Su Xuan wasn’t just boasting; he was getting serious now.

"Ha ha... What an audacious kid. You won’t cry until you see the coffin, won’t stop until you hit the wall. Today, you’ll taste defeat!"

"So scary, hurry up and grant me a defeat; I can’t wait!"

Su Xuan laughed heartily and said, "When a person has strength, they should be proud and wild."

"No! Su Xuan, they all have swords; you’re at a disadvantage!"

Qiuyue shouted from below, reminding him. Although the audience wanted Su Xuan to lose, the match seemed somewhat unfair. One was unarmed and ten had swords; it wasn’t right to bully someone just because he was an outsider. This was not something the Song Family of Mount Everest would do.

"Alright, what weapon would you like, Su Xuan? I can have someone get it for you," Song Tianbao called out loudly to Su Xuan on the platform.

Many people realized that even if Su Xuan opted for a weapon, he could only handle one, while each of the ten opponents had a sword. By combat logic, Su Xuan would need ten swords to be fair, but since he had only two hands, he was still at a disadvantage.

To everyone’s shock, Su Xuan said something that stunned them all: "I really don’t need a weapon to deal with these people; using a weapon would be an underestimation of my abilities!"

Ah?

The audience felt Su Xuan was just talking big, boasting insanely. People should know the limits of their capabilities, eating only as much as their bowl can hold. They thought Su Xuan had gone too far.

Song Tianbao shook his head helplessly. Initially, he had a good impression of Su Xuan, seeing him as a talented individual worth nurturing. However, seeing his reckless arrogance, it seemed that even if nurtured, he would likely fail.

Su Xuan saying he’d insult himself by using a weapon didn’t faze him; if his opponents backed down, it would be a bitter insult to them, a direct slap to their faces. If they didn’t make Su Xuan kneel and beg for mercy, they wouldn’t be the Langma Ten Gentlemen!

The Langma Ten Gentlemen!

The ace military force of the Song Family, who hadn’t been activated for many years, now finally re-entered the fray.

No, it was for the position of a Study Companion. Originally, it wasn’t supposed to be them in Group 48, but seeing Su Xuan’s formidable strength, Song Tianbao switched them out in secret for the Langma Ten Gentlemen.

The Langma Ten Gentlemen were the elite of the Song Family. If one traced their history, it dated back to the Song Dynasty. We won’t discuss earlier times, just how formidable they were.

During the period of the Republic, it was well-known that Mount Everest harbored treasures. Rumors even speculated about Emperor’s left-behind gold and jewels on Mount Everest, supposedly a treasury. If someone obtained that wealth, they could buy countless soldiers and horses.

Later, countless armies attacked with numerous cannons, yet none succeeded in conquering it. To think they could stand against artillery, the power of the Langma Ten Gentlemen was truly fearsome.

The Ten Gentlemen were wise, meticulous, and coordinated perfectly—a legend even stated that the Langma Ten Gentlemen had never lost a fight.

Today, facing Su Xuan, even though it was ten against one, they felt somewhat embarrassed. Little did they know Su Xuan would boast even further, claiming that using weapons against them wouldn’t showcase his true prowess.

Hearing Su Xuan boast so wildly, Song Tianbao couldn’t help but want to laugh. Now, he just waited to see Su Xuan make a fool of himself.

The audience felt the same, eagerly anticipating the spectacle, waiting to see how Su Xuan would embarrass himself.

Qiuyue might have been the only person who cared about Su Xuan. She was nervous, hesitant, pondering whether she should rush to his rescue if Su Xuan were in danger—assuming he hadn’t already been pierced by the opponent’s sword, if time allowed.

"Make your move, brother is already impatient!"

Su Xuan smiled at the men before him.

The Langma Ten Gentlemen were all clad in flowing white robes, the same color as Bai Xue. Their swords trembled, eager to throw themselves into the fray.

Referring to himself as ’brother’, Su Xuan angered those men considerably. Although the Langma Ten Gentlemen appeared tender and youthful, about twenty to thirty years old, their actual ages had all surpassed sixty. Their longevity couldn’t be calculated by science, much like the long-lived villagers on the map of Huaxia.

"Kill!"

The killing aura surged, and even the spectators closest could feel a palpable murderous intent. Once the Langma Ten Gentlemen entered the fight, their eyes held only their opponent, no one else.

Awooo!!!

Just as Su Xuan was about to make his move, the ten Snow Wolves standing behind him, led by the Wolf King, rushed in front of Su Xuan, wanting to fight on his behalf.

"All of you stand back. They have swords that can hurt you."

Su Xuan told them, but the Wolf King, as if not hearing him, didn’t move, maintaining an aggressive posture.

"Wait! I need to settle some private matters, let’s pause for a few minutes."

Su Xuan waved his hand grandly. There were no referees on the platform, so he negotiated with the opponents, who though silent, stopped their advance.

The entire audience was astonished by Su Xuan’s actions, not knowing what he was up to. Oh! In the moment Su Xuan crouched down and made eye contact with the Wolf King, they understood why Su Xuan didn’t use weapons—these Snow Wolves were his best weapons!

Little did they know that they would hear Su Xuan say from the platform, "Take them and leave. Never come back. The matter on this platform is none of your concern. The place where you should appear is the vast expanse of snowy lands. Take them away!"

Su Xuan said to the Wolf King, his last words ’Take them away’ spoke with finality, causing an uproar among the spectators.

"I’ll give you a name."

Su Xuan stroked the Wolf King’s head, which bore a tuft of yellow fur. Initially, Su Xuan thought of names like Da Huang, Xiao Huang, Ah Huang, but later felt these seemed too common, too depreciating.

"You shall be called Huang Guan!"

Yellow symbolized the color of the fur on his head, a color reserved for the true Dragon Emperors in ancient times, and ’Guan’ signifying a champion, a leader, a match for the Wolf King’s status.

Strangely, as soon as Su Xuan uttered the name Huang Guan, the Wolf King excitedly howled. At its call, the other nine Snow Wolves began to howl robustly, their voices resonant, stirring the hearts of all who heard!

"Huang Guan, it’s been three years since you went home. Take them to see your home. I think you really want to take them back whole. This is your responsibility. Listen to me, if it’s destined, we will meet again."

As soon as Su Xuan finished speaking, an astonishing scene unfolded. Huang Guan turned to look at the other Snow Wolves that had followed him out. Having been captured here for three years, he had long yearned for his family. If it hadn’t been for falling into a human trap back then, he would still be the Wolf King of the vast snowy mountains, not a prisoner confined and domesticated by humans daily.

Huang Guan glanced at his companions, nodded, and continued gazing at Su Xuan, showing deep reluctance. It was Su Xuan who had broken the collars around their necks, the very items that had restrained their freedom.

"Hurry along, you might even make it home before nightfall."

Su Xuan said teasingly, patting Huang Guan’s rump. The ten Snow Wolves took a few steps, glanced back at Su Xuan—a puzzling time when no one from the Song Family dared to interfere.

Soon, the ten Snow Wolves disappeared from the Song Family, vanishing into the vast snowy mountains.

"Alright, now it’s our turn."

Su Xuan calmly spoke to the Langma Ten Gentlemen, who were already growing impatient.

Awooo!

Awooo!

Awooo!

Awooo!!!

From the distant peak of Mount Everest, against the cold wind, came a hauntingly sorrowful howl. Su Xuan knew they had made it home.

On the Defending Platform, Su Xuan grasped at the void, transforming his palm into a fist. Today, he would truly test his opponents. Su Xuan had spent countless nights sparring with the Military God until dawn; his stamina had long surpassed that of ordinary men.

"Kill this arrogant brat for me!"

The Langma Ten Gentlemen were not so gentlemanly, as they advanced with swords aimed at Su Xuan. Su Xuan, unruffled, agilely dodged, though every sword of the ten men was aimed lethally at his heart.

Su Xuan was no fool. The reason he had chosen not to use a weapon earlier was due to the absence of a suitable tool, and he was not accustomed to using one. Although he continued to dodge incessantly, the meticulous Su Xuan had been covertly observing their techniques.

If they merely relied on their numbers to win, Su Xuan would truly look down on them. Su Xuan’s ability to stealthily learn was extremely strong. After observing a few sword moves, he had nearly mastered them. If Su Xuan were to perform now, he would certainly surprise the founding masters of the Langma Ten Gentlemen.