Chapter 2192 - 2189: Fatty in Trouble

Chapter 2192: Chapter 2189: Fatty in Trouble

"Sharp-tongued!" Situ Yuanzhong snorted coldly once again.

"Mr. Situ, everyone can clearly see what’s happening in the arena. Your judgment of a junior damages your own standing," Ling Zishan raised her voice, showing no deference just because he was a senior.

Even though the audience dared not provoke the ancient martial arts families, they started whispering among themselves. Seeing this, Situ Yuanzhong had no choice but to remain silent with a cold expression.

Ling Shuiyao jogged back, looked at Lin Tian, and said triumphantly, "How was it? I taught those arrogant disciples of the Situ family a lesson, didn’t I?"

"More than just teaching the disciples a lesson, I think you even taught Situ Yuanzhong a lesson. In a word, satisfying," Lin Tian chuckled.

"Shuiyao, we were so worried just now. I thought Situ Chang would disfigure you," Xiao Manxuan breathed a sigh of relief, genuinely happy for her.

Yun Xiaotian nodded, "It must have been Situ Ruoling’s idea, and that dagger was hers."

Watching the beauties being so anxious, Lin Tian found it amusing and said, "I told you, Ling Family’s treasures are no less than the Situ family’s. Why worry for nothing?"

"These Heavenly Silkworm Silk gloves truly are impressive; they’re impervious to swords and bullets, resistant to water and fire, and can even rival the Green Frost Sword," Miss remarked objectively.

Actually, this wasn’t Lin Tian’s first time seeing these gloves. Ling Shuiyao had used them once during an auction at Qingshuang Pavilion.

"However, I have a question. Your skills seem inferior to Situ Chang’s, yet you went head-to-head with him in the arena and gained the upper hand. How did you manage to hide your strength?" Lin Tian examined Little La Jiao, puzzled, yet couldn’t discern anything.

Ling Shuiyao raised her eyebrows with a proud and mysterious expression, "Not telling you, it’s a secret."

"Master, she has some peculiar energy fluctuations. She must be wearing something that generates these energy waves, concealing her true aura," the Sword Spirit said in his mind.

Lin Tian’s heart stirred as he looked at her neck. Within her collar, she wore a necklace on her fair neck.

So that’s it. The world indeed possesses the most incredible things, even items that can conceal one’s aura. Langya Pavilion truly deserves its title as a master of treasure collecting, Lin Tian thought to himself, though he didn’t point it out.

Since Ling Shuiyao chose not to explain, she must have her reasons for staying silent.

The ancient martial arts competition continued, with participants from D Group taking turns. Situ Chang was drawn to compete, only with a swollen face, amusing many. However, one opponent who laughed was used as Situ Chang’s punching bag and took a severe beating.

After several rounds of competition, D Group finalized the list: Ling Shuiyao in first place and Situ Chang in second, both advancing.

This outcome had the Ling family’s sons and daughters cheering for her, while Situ Ruoling didn’t look pleased. Initially thinking she could plot against Ling Shuiyao, not only did it fail, but Ling Shuiyao also took first place, overshadowing the Situ family.

"Next group, Geng Group..." the elder’s announcement rang out.

"Oh, it’s my turn," Fatty Huang said in surprise. This guy was so engrossed in watching the match that he nearly forgot he was also a contestant.

"Fatty, be careful. One of your opponents is Situ Ruoling. She’s in a bad mood, so watch not to become her punching bag. If it’s too much, just forfeit; it’s no shame," Ling Shuiyao reminded him.

Huang Xiaopang scratched his head and chuckled honestly, "It’s just a match, besides I don’t know her. She shouldn’t make things difficult for me, right?"

This guy sat with Lin Tian, even larger than Lin Tian. Normally such a build would be intimidating, but he was just an honest person.

Lin Tian patted his broad shoulder, laughed, and said, "She won’t make things difficult for you; she’ll just beat you. I wonder if your fat can withstand a beating."

"No way?" Huang Xiaopang still didn’t quite believe it, unable to grasp the concept of cruelty from his simple perspective.

Just then, Situ Ruoling stepped onto the arena. Her opponent was a male, a loose cultivator in ancient martial arts, and he was somewhat handsome.

As the bell rang, he courteously saluted, trying to make a good impression on the beauty. Unexpectedly, without a word, Situ Ruoling charged forward, brandishing a long whip and lashing it onto him.

The man hadn’t even reacted before feeling the sting of the whip, leaving a bloody mark across him, turning his face white from pain.

"Miss Ruoling, you..." He couldn’t believe it. Judging by his expression, he seemed to be one of Situ Ruoling’s pursuers.

"Humph, what are you to try to please me?" Situ Ruoling snorted coldly, lashing out again.

This time, the man dared not be careless. He dodged quickly to avoid the long whip. Unexpectedly, Situ Ruoling shook the whip, causing it to coil around his leg.

With a forceful tug, she made the man fall flat, embarrassing himself.

Still unsatisfied, she lashed out again and again, like a venomous snake. The man scrambled around, trying to evade, but continued receiving injuries.

Initially trying to make a good impression, the man finally couldn’t take it anymore and shouted, "I surrender, Miss Ruoling, I surrender..."

Without waiting for the elder to announce the result, the man fled from the arena, fearing the whip’s continued assault.

"Waste!" Situ Ruoling said disdainfully, casting a challenging glance at Ling Shuiyao. But when she saw Lin Tian, her expression turned complex.

Meanwhile, Fatty Huang was dumbfounded. If she could do that to a pursuer, what would she do to a stranger?

"Next match, Huang Xiaopang versus Situ Ruoling," the elder announced loudly.

Upon hearing his name, and then his opponent’s name, Huang Xiaopang froze. Even as Situ Ruoling made her way to the arena, he remained squatting, unmoving.

"Contestant Huang Xiaopang, if you don’t take the field before the bell sounds, it will be considered a forfeit," the elder warned sternly.

"No forfeit, my dad told me to compete properly. How could I forfeit?" Huang Xiaopang quickly stood up and shouted.

His amusing words and stance drew laughter from the audience.

"Are you friends with Ling Shuiyao and Lin Tian?" Situ Ruoling asked coldly, squinting.

Unsure of her intention, Huang Xiaopang answered earnestly, "Mr. Lin is a friend and also my benefactor."

"Then today is your unlucky day," Situ Ruoling said with a vindictive look in her eyes.

With a twist of the whip handle, she activated a mechanism. The whip spun, and small blades popped out. In the blink of an eye, the ordinary whip transformed into a sword whip filled with blades.

Striking someone with such a whip wouldn’t just leave a bloody mark but would literally tear off skin and flesh. The audience gasped, especially the man from earlier, feeling both fearful and fortunate.

"Oh no, Fatty Huang’s fat isn’t cut-proof," Lin Tian remarked with a frown.

Dong...

The bell rang as Situ Ruoling, eager for action, lashed out with the blade-laden whip, which darted towards Huang Xiaopang like a venomous snake.