My Super Beautiful Lady Boss-Chapter 605 - 599: Impact

At the 48-hour mark, the opposing side finally pulled out their ace move, which they proudly called All Swords Return to the Ancestor.

This move was indeed brutal, giving Su Xuan no place to hide. The sword’s afterimages continually aimed at Su Xuan, tirelessly converging into a downpour of blades, thwack thwack thwack!, guaranteeing serious injury or death with every hit. If it weren’t for Su Xuan’s agility, he would have been dead long ago.

The ultimate skill of Mount Everest’s Ten Gentlemen was All Swords Return to the Ancestor, and with the afterimages present, a bloodbath was inevitable.

Even Song Tianbao in the stands couldn’t help feeling agitated. It would be such a waste if Su Xuan, a young man with so much talent, were to be killed. Song Tianbao wished to intervene, but it was already too late. Once All Swords Return to the Ancestor was unleashed, Su Xuan was as good as dead. No one could withstand its power.

"Brother Xuan, you must hold on, I’m waiting for you to become my Study Companion."

Song Shuangshuang still held boundless hope for Su Xuan. From the 6th to the 48th match, Su Xuan had already become a miracle. Starting as an unknown underdog to reaching this point, many spectators now saw him as a source of inspiration.

Bang bang bang!

Three sword shadows ultimately struck Su Xuan, cutting three gashes in his clothes, soon followed by blood seeping through.

"Su Xuan!"

Almost everyone who cared for Su Xuan shouted his name the moment they saw the blood.

Qiuyue clenched her fists so tightly they cracked. She was ready to rush in and save him if needed, but Su Xuan shook his head at her. What did that mean? That he could still keep going? As if she would believe that.

In the stands, Song Shuangshuang was eating cherries, holding a plump red cherry but forgetting to put it in her mouth. She asked her dad, "What’s wrong with Su Xuan? He won’t be in any trouble, right?"

Song Tianbao, fearing his daughter would make a scene if she knew the truth, lied, "Your Brother Xuan is very powerful. He won’t lose so easily."

"I knew it, there’s no way Brother Xuan could lose."

Song Shuangshuang popped the cherry into her mouth and chewed with relish.

The audience below the Defending Platform saw Su Xuan supporting himself with one hand on the ground, and blood pooling beneath him, realizing he might be seriously injured.

At that moment, the assault of All Swords Return to the Ancestor by Mount Everest’s Ten Gentlemen was still ongoing, the afterimages of the swords turning into fierce blades that savagely assailed him.

"Be careful, Su Xuan!"

Qiuyue yelled. She wanted to help, but at that moment she knew it was too late—the attack was too fast, and even if she were by his side, it would be hard to save him. Her heart was in agony, watching Su Xuan suffer while she was powerless to do anything. Su Xuan’s continuous shaking of his head earlier, was that to indicate she shouldn’t come up? Did this mean that he didn’t want Qiuyue to be in danger? The stage was too perilous, and if Qiuyue rushed in, she would surely be putting herself at risk.

Su Xuan was worried about her!

Bang bang bang!

Three more sword shadows struck Su Xuan, his body now flowing with blood, a sight too gruesome for anyone to bear.

"Hahaha..., to dare defy Mount Everest’s Ten Gentlemen is to meet this fate, such an overestimating fool!"

Mount Everest’s Ten Gentlemen? Are they even worthy of being called gentlemen?

Many in the crowd could no longer bear to watch. They had seen Su Xuan fight his way from the 6th match to the present, and although he was arrogant, he was also young and deserved a chance. With All Swords Return to the Ancestor in play, a blood disaster was inevitable, and there was no escape. The audience members shook their heads and sighed, having thought Su Xuan would continue to create miracles. But now, it seemed true talent was being thwarted by fate.

"Daddy, what happened to Brother Xuan, why is he bleeding so much?"

At that moment, Song Shuangshuang realized what was happening and started to believe her father’s words, thinking Su Xuan truly had a golden light indestructible body. Dad had said Su Xuan would be fine, but now he was bleeding, human after all, and it seemed like he was about to lose!

"Brother Xuan can’t lose; I need him to be my Study Companion!"

Song Shuangshuang stubbornly protested against her father, hoping to change the outcome.

"This is the will of the heavens, Shuangshuang. It’s not that I don’t want to help you, I truly can’t. Everyone is watching, and after all, this is a selection competition. It must be fair and just, or else where would my authority come from? You’re also young; you should consider my position."

"I’m not listening, I’m not listening, I’m not listening!"

Song Shuangshuang shook her head frantically, as the entire world seemed to darken.

"Sigh..."

Song Tianbao watched his daughter helplessly, knowing she needed to face some setbacks to grow stronger—it was exactly what she needed.

On the platform, Su Xuan was biting down hard, blood between his teeth like a lone, injured, starving wolf.

"Will you get down by yourself, or do we need to kick you off?"

The first person disarmed by Su Xuan said with a chuckle.

Su Xuan gestured with his hand and said to him, "Come here. Actually, I’ve always had a secret I wanted to tell you."

"What secret? Tell me."

The man walked over with interest.

"Squat down and I’ll tell you."

Su Xuan sat on the ground and let the other person squat down, whispering something in his ear.

"Ah!"

Deception is common in war, and Su Xuan, taking advantage of the moment his opponent squatted, somehow mustered the strength to lock his hands around the opponent’s throat, causing him to struggle.

This sudden turn of events stunned everyone present—they had not expected Su Xuan to still possess such strength.

Su Xuan had no intention to kill, but with a strong pull, he flung the man down off the platform with a loud thud.

The man struggled to get up from the ground; having fallen off the platform, he had lost.

"Su Xuan, you’re shameless!"

Listening to that person’s assessment of himself, Su Xuan coolly said, "Thank you for the compliment."

On the platform, the Ten Gentlemen of Mount Everest instantly became the Nine Gentlemen. Their eyes were filled with panic because the formation of All Swords Return to the Ancestor created by ten people was completely different from that of nine, and the difference in power and effect was significant. As their strength lay in their numbers, being one man down meant they could only exhibit a tenth of their power; in other words, All Swords Return to the Ancestor was now useless.

Su Xuan had roughly guessed this outcome. Seeing the unease in their eyes further validated his thoughts—they were afraid, hahaha...

Su Xuan stood up from the platform again, letting out a hearty laugh. His laugh caused the hearts of the Ten Gentlemen of Mount Everest to palpitate, filling them with dread.

"Su Xuan!"

Qiuyue nearly shed tears of excitement upon seeing Su Xuan stand again. He had not known her for long, but he always seemed so considerate, evoking a feeling of attachment in her. Unconsciously, she found herself quietly falling in love with him, even though she knew such love was meaningless because they both had only two days to live. freewebnøvel.com

Qiuyue sometimes really wanted to slap herself in frustration; it was because of her that they were poisoned. If she had not brought the poison to Qiutian City, they would not have been doomed to die.

Fate was such a cruel manipulator, first making the man in the Mercedes meet Qiuyue at Wang Fangqian, who paid her to kill Su Xuan, and then entangling them in a web of complicated feelings.

Even Qiuyue had a premonition that in the future, Su Xuan would not accept her, because she was the one who administered the poison. If it hadn’t been for her, Su Xuan and the others would not have ventured to Mount Everest.

What Qiuyue did not know was that even if she had not poisoned Su Xuan, he would still have gone to Mount Everest in search of the Heavenly Mountain Snow Lotus, because after rashly neutralizing the Powerful Gu, he was unable to control the all energies within him. The trip to Mount Everest was inevitable.

"Now is the time for me to settle the score with you all!"

Su Xuan stood up, his clothes shredded by the residual shadows of All Swords Return to the Ancestor, his body covered in blood, looking disheveled, but his eyes remained clear and deep, vast as the ocean, inscrutable.

Su Xuan had been pretending this whole time. Knowing that his opponent’s All Swords Return to the Ancestor was a deadly weapon, he purposely let himself be injured, for if his enemy had pressed their advantage, he would have had no hope of winning. But they grew complacent, and that guy dared to run up to Su Xuan and mock him. That was when Su Xuan saw his chance and threw him off the platform, foiling the ten-man technique of All Swords Return to the Ancestor.

Su Xuan’s feigned weakness was a brutal tactic against himself.

"Bang bang bang!"

Since they were not going to use All Swords Return to the Ancestor anymore, Su Xuan moved quickly and decisively, treating the Ten Gentlemen of Mount Everest as nothing but trash in his eyes!

Su Xuan was injured, so it took him twenty seconds to throw the remaining nine men off the platform.

The arena erupted into cheers when the last one was thrown down!

Just when everyone thought Su Xuan was about to lose, he won, and he won decidedly, beautifully!

There was applause, whistles, words of praise—these sounds rose and fell among the crowd. One man fought ten and won! Su Xuan was a role model in many eyes; they too wished to have his strength.

"What just happened?"

Song Tianbao rubbed his forehead vigorously, wondering if he wasn’t dreaming. He thought he was sleepwalking. How could Su Xuan win? How was it possible? He had been driven to a corner, yet he managed a counterattack? What was happening to the world? It had become unrecognizable to him.

"Dad, who would’ve thought that you were right from the start—Su Xuan really won! How could you tell that Su Xuan would win this match?"

Song Shuangshuang was playful as a happy bird, chattering away incessantly, asking all sorts of questions.

Now Song Tianbao was really at a loss for words. Su Xuan was truly defying the heavens. Song Tianbao both loved and hated this—hating that Su Xuan was not on the same side as him, but loving that such a genius could potentially become his future son-in-law.

Seeing Shuangshuang’s deep affection for Su Xuan, Song Tianbao firmed up one thought—if Su Xuan could make it to the top 50, he would betroth his daughter to him; the man must have walked in dog shit luck.

There Song Tianbao was making plans, but whether Su Xuan agreed was another matter altogether.

"Next up, aren’t there still forty-nine more groups?"

Su Xuan tore off his ragged shirt, revealing his bronzed muscles, which had six deep gashes that exposed flesh. The blood on his back had already congealed, testifying to his frighteningly strong ability to recover.

Su Xuan took another step towards ultimate victory.

The difficulty of the fifty groups wasn’t great—just identifying who was Song Shuangshuang with his eyes closed was not difficult.

Now, for the forty-nine groups, everyone, not just Su Xuan, was curious about what this group would bring. Su Xuan had a feeling it would be a very challenging boss.