My Super Beautiful Lady Boss-Chapter 606 - 600: Battle of Wits

Su Xuan successfully defeated the Ten Gentlemen of Mount Everest by exploiting their inability to use the technique All Swords Return to the Ancestor, successfully turning the tables and killing them.

Now, everyone’s focus was on what the group of forty-nine contained. If Su Xuan were to win against the group of forty-nine, then the group of fifty would be much easier; the group of fifty only required identifying Song Shuangshuang among ten people.

"If the group of forty-nine doesn’t show up, then I automatically win!"

Su Xuan announced to the audience below.

"Well done, Su Xuan, I’m waiting for you up here,"

Song Shuangshuang shouted at Su Xuan.

Song Tianbao anxiously said, "Don’t be so forward, girls need to cherish themselves and be reserved, oh."

Song Tianbao knew that the group of forty-nine would still appear; he just wasn’t very clear what it entailed since the order had been left by his ancestors and was not for Song Tianbao to decide. At most, he could recognize what it was.

"Ignorant child, don’t be so arrogant!"

The voice was robust, as if it had traveled from the heavens, reminiscent of the waters of the Yellow River descending from the sky.

"Where are you? Come out now, or are you too scared?"

"Heh, it’s not that I’m scared, but that I haven’t arrived yet. One minute is all I need."

One minute?

All people tilted their heads up high, looking at the sky where there seemed to be nothing. How could someone talk from there? Could this be the legendary Thousand-Mile Transmission? Impossible, that’s just something seen in novels, no one would believe such a thing could occur in the real world.

"What on earth is the group of forty-nine, Dad, do you know? It’s such a hassle just to choose a Study Companion; I would have not chosen one had I known,"

Song Shuangshuang tried to extract some valuable information from Song Tianbao.

Little did she know, Song Tianbao’s head shook like a bobblehead, claiming he knew nothing. Even Song Tianbao was unaware of this arrangement, suggesting that this was the most solemn event in the history of the Song Family.

To be precise, it had been over a hundred years since anyone had broken through to a group in the forties; Su Xuan had now set a historic record for the Song Family.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

The sky was filled with sinister winds, many were forced to squint their eyes against it.

Staring intently, Su Xuan saw a black dot appearing in the distance that grew larger as it approached.

After another dozen seconds, this massive creature landed on the Defending Platform.

It was a three-meter-tall eagle, on top of which sat a child holding a flute. The flute’s sound was melodious and tuneful, evoking Mountain and Stream, and it also resembled the roaring of giant waves striking the shore.

Everyone present was astounded. When did the Song Family have such a relative? They had never heard about it before.

"So you are the person from group forty-nine?"

Su Xuan looked at him, feeling somewhat incredulous. This was clearly just a child, apparently only about ten years old.

Song Tianbao, from the stands, truly did not know who this child was, nor what relationships the Song Family held above, as he was too young and completely unaware.

"You are Su Xuan, aren’t you? Your Kung Fu must be from the Military God Sect,"

As the child finished speaking, Su Xuan was stunned. Damn it, how did he know? Could it be that the Military God had taught him too? No, it should be that he taught the Military God. But looking at the age, that didn’t make sense. Su Xuan was completely confused.

Below the child was a huge eagle, completely grey. Its two claws, like iron tongs, tightly gripped the stone slabs on the ground.

"You know the Military God? I haven’t heard him mention you."

Su Xuan wanted to know about the Military God from him. It seemed like this child knew all about Su Xuan’s affairs; Su Xuan disliked this feeling of being completely seen through.

"Yes, I did teach the Military God a bit when he was younger, but we lost contact later. Seeing parts of the Military God’s style in your moves, which are unique in this world, I dared to be so sure of your connection to the Military God."

Hearing that the Military God had known this child during his younger years, Su Xuan cursed inwardly. Just who exactly was this child, and why did he seem more formidable the more he heard? Could Su Xuan even win today? This was highly challenging. Winning requires knowing the enemy as well as oneself, and Su Xuan hadn’t yet fully assessed the opponent’s strength while having been completely figured out by the opponent — frustrating, truly frustrating.

"Su Xuan, don’t listen to his nonsense, be careful of his tricks,"

Qiuyue shouted from below, warning Su Xuan.

"Heh heh,"

The child glanced at Qiuyue and laughed, "You’re an Assassin, right? You’ve come here to..."

Hearing the child about to divulge Su Xuan and Qiuyue’s intention to steal the Heavenly Mountain Snow Lotus from Mount Everest, Su Xuan panicked and quickly said, "Let’s change the subject."

"Heh heh, seems I’ve guessed right again, Gudu Qiubai."

The child hopped down from the eagle, looked at Qiuyue, and added, "It seems like you have feelings for Su Xuan. Too bad your time is nearly up."

When he mentioned their impending demise, Su Xuan and Qiuyue naturally understood the reference to their own health, but the people below thought the child was threatening to kill them.

Su Xuan was extremely anxious inside, unsure how to win this match. Since the child could see through Su Xuan’s past, he naturally had Su Xuan completely figured out. Trying to counter the familiar with unfamiliar tactics was simply impossible — the child knew everything he knew. Thinking of winning was too difficult.

It seemed he could only rely on his wit now, just as in the tale of matching horses — pitting his strengths against the child’s weaknesses.

But what could the child’s weak points be?

Su Xuan found himself at a loss.

"Isn’t your group supposed to have ten people? Why did you come alone? It couldn’t be just you, could it?" Su Xuan ventured to ask, hoping to find some clues.

"It’s just me, but if you want to add another, then add my eagle brother."

Ha ha ha!

This is really the Divine Eagle, Child had just finished speaking when the eagle flapped its wings, nodded, and let out several odd caws.

The Divine Eagle understands human nature, Su Xuan really wished he also had one; it’s somewhat like a helicopter, and it’s energy-efficient and eco-friendly too.

"Each group consists of ten people, and with you two, I worry others might say I’m bullying you."

Su Xuan was trying to find the Child’s weakness through conversation.

"Just the two of us is enough, if it’s not enough, then so be it. Why bother with ten and make things so complicated, two is simple and easy to remember."

The Child said, stroking the eagle’s wings.

Su Xuan’s brows furrowed as the other spoke, constantly watching him.

Suddenly, Su Xuan noticed that when the Child mentioned numbers, his face showed many expressions and his voice sped up a lot, wanting to quickly move past the numbers.

Su Xuan felt that numbers were his weakness and could further extend this line of inquiry.

Su Xuan could feel the profound inner strength of the Divine Eagle, and the Child seemed unfathomable. Why should he compare physical strength with them when he could compete in intellect instead?

"Since we are in a competition, how about we just play casually?"

"Of course, but rest assured, the end result will definitely be my victory. Don’t worry too much about that."

The Child spoke very naturally. If it were anyone else speaking so boastfully, Su Xuan would never have believed it, but this Child wasn’t ordinary. He looked to be about ten years old, but Su Xuan always felt his true age must be in the hundreds of years.

Defeating him seemed nearly impossible, not nearly, but entirely impossible, because he knew the Military God inside out, and Su Xuan was only evenly matched with the Military God. Beating the Child was too hard.

Competing in physical strength with him was like using an egg to hit a rock, without any chance of winning.

"Okay, since it’s a competition, how about we play a best two-out-of-three game?" Su Xuan suggested.

"What best two-out-of-three game?" The Child, unexpectedly quite interested, loved to play, despite his youthful appearance, he had the heart of an old mischief-maker.

"I’ll set the questions and you answer. If you answer correctly, you win a round; if you answer incorrectly, I win a round. How about that?"

Su Xuan became the questioner and the other, the respondent. Su Xuan controlled the flow of the competition, which seemed more advantageous for him since he had complete control over the questions.

"Fine, I agree, go ahead."

The Child, hearing about this new game, immediately consented without even thinking—truly youthful at heart.

Su Xuan felt that the Child sometimes acted maturely, yet at times, he was as innocent as a child. The Child agreeing so readily was just Su Xuan being lucky.

The crowd around them were shocked to hear the two were going to compete in intellect—they thought it was bizarre, but everyone was also up for a change; they had been watching fighting for so long and were indeed suffering from aesthetic fatigue. They became more curious about what Su Xuan would ask.

"Ask your question."

The Child said, unable to hide his impatience.

Su Xuan gave a smug smile and said, "Alright, listen closely, I’m going to ask now."

"Go ahead." The Child deliberately rubbed his forehead, ready to think hard and give it his all.

Su Xuan then asked, "Ming slept one night and woke up feeling taller. Why did he feel like he grew taller?"

The Child scoffed and said, "Such a simple question, and you think you can stump me? It’s laughable. If I don’t know the answer to this, then I’ve lived over two hundred years for nothing."

Two hundred years?

The crowd and Su Xuan were stunned. Damn, this person could live so long, and being able to apply for a Guinness World Record wouldn’t be a problem, though no one would believe it if they said it out loud, since this Child only looked about ten years old.

Then the Child confidently answered Su Xuan, "The height of a person varies between day and night. During sleep at night, the body can fully stretch out, so the height at night is a bit taller than during the day. There, isn’t this answer supported by your scientists’ research?"

"Quick, did I win?"

The Child hurriedly asked.

"No."

Su Xuan chuckled.

"I clearly answered correctly, surely you can’t come up with a better answer, obviously!"

"I can!"

Su Xuan affirmed, looking straight into the Child’s eyes.

"Then say it!" The Child, provoked, was extremely curious.

"The reason I asked why Ming felt taller in the morning is because he had his blanket sideways."

Su Xuan said with a smirk.

"Snap!"

The Child smacked the top of his skull, crestfallen: "Right, how did I not think of that!"

The crowd agreed with Su Xuan’s answer; if the blanket is placed sideways, the feet naturally stick out, making one indeed appear ’taller’.