Chapter 119: In My BGM, No One Can Defeat Me

What's going on?

The previously boisterous training ground fell silent in an instant. Everyone stared wide-eyed at the arena.

On the main platform, Sang Hong, Jiang Luofu, Xie Yi, and others were chatting and laughing. The family heads of the Wu, Zheng, and Yuan clans were maliciously watching Chu Zhongtian make a fool of himself. Shi Kun, upon seeing Zu An finally enter the arena, felt a weight lift from his chest. He had just raised his teacup to drink...

All of them suddenly froze. Had Zu An just slapped Yuan Wendong?

How was that possible?

Everyone's first reaction was that they must have seen it wrong. After all, Yuan Wendong was a recognized genius of the Fifth Grade, while Zu An was a notorious good-for-nothing in the city, even weaker than an average person.

A group of people rubbed their eyes in unison, then confirmed with their companions. When they realized they hadn't been mistaken, the entire training ground erupted in an uproar.

How did he manage that?

When the Chu family members saw Zu An suddenly leap onto the stage, some were ready to stop him, some were worried, and some were secretly pleased. But the sight before them stunned them all. Chu Zhongtian couldn't help but exchange glances with Qin Wanru, and Chu Chuyan's delicate body trembled, her eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment.

Only Chu Hanzhao, still on the stretcher, clapped her hands with carefree abandon. "Brother-in-law is amazing! Ouch!" She accidentally jarred her injured hand and cried out.

Yuan Wendong was utterly bewildered, his head still buzzing. If it weren't for the stinging pain on his cheek, he wouldn't even have registered what had happened.

"I was slapped by this good-for-nothing?"

A surge of fury instantly shot to his head!

Rage from Yuan Wendong +1024!

He had imagined ten thousand scenarios earlier, pondering how to humiliate Zu An on the stage without leaving a trace, while also considering what to do if the Chu family intervened. Yet, this particular situation had never crossed his mind.

To be slapped by a good-for-nothing in front of virtually all the prominent figures in the city!

"I'll kill you!"

Yuan Wendong's still somewhat handsome face was now grotesquely contorted as he charged directly at Zu An.

"Wait!" Zu An quickly raised a hand to stop him.

"What do you want? It's too late to beg for mercy now!" Yuan Wendong gritted his teeth and said, though he did temporarily halt his advance. He pondered how he could regain face; ideally, this guy would weep, kneel, and beg for mercy before him—no, even that wouldn't be enough.

Zu An placed both hands on his forehead, brushing his hair back. "I was in too much of a hurry just now; I completely forgot to play my special entrance music." With that, he pulled a conch shell from his robe, and an uplifting melody resonated throughout the arena.

Yuan Wendong: "..."Shi Kun: "..."Wu Qing: "..."Chu Chuyan: "..."

The students from the Heavenly Class naturally knew what was happening; they had witnessed it before at school. But others didn't know, and they began discussing it animatedly:

"What's with this music? It sounds quite invigorating.""It makes me want to go save the world."

Xie Daoyun, who had been quietly sitting on the main platform, was originally feeling a bit drowsy. She never particularly enjoyed these combat-oriented events. However, upon hearing the music, her spirits instantly lifted, and her beautiful eyes sparkled with renewed interest:

"Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zhi, Yu... Huh, the melody doesn't quite match. There are many notes I've never heard before. How is this done?"

"That guy is always so flamboyant." Xie Xiu, standing nearby, gasped. Suddenly, an idea struck him, and he hastily said to Xie Daoyun, "Sister, you're skilled in music. How about you compose a similar entrance piece for me?"

Xie Daoyun gently shook her head. "This melody is quite peculiar. It must be the work of a top musical master in the world. I'm afraid I don't possess that level of skill."

Xie Xiu was stunned. "Zu An's musical attainments are that high?"

The words had barely left his mouth when he regretted them. Sure enough, Xie Daoyun's eyes lit up. "This piece was composed by Zu An?"

"Perhaps. Zu An played this song in the classroom before, and I haven't heard it anywhere else." Xie Xiu hesitated, then told the truth. Many people at Brightmoon Academy knew about this, so it would be impossible to hide if she decided to investigate.

"This fellow is quite interesting indeed." Xie Daoyun gazed at the figure in the arena, suddenly filled with curiosity.

Jiang Luofu was also watching Zu An, though her gaze lingered more on the conch shell in his hand. "That seems to be Shang Liuyu's personal item. He actually gave it to him. Hmph, you rascal, and you claimed there was nothing between you two!"

"What's the point of all this showboating? Don't you feel embarrassed?" Yuan Wendong's face was as black as coal. He had never imagined the opponent's sudden halt was for this reason.

"What do you know? This is a belief," Zu An said, opening his arms slightly as if a deity embracing the world. "In my BGM, no one can defeat me."

"In a moment, you'll realize all this is useless; it will only make everyone look at you like a clown." Yuan Wendong unleashed a torrent of verbal attacks, trying to salvage some dignity. However, he always felt his skill in this area was slightly inferior to Zu An's, and the thought only made him angrier.

Rage from Yuan Wendong +400!

Zu An sighed. "You just got slapped by me. Where do you get the courage to say such things? Aren't you ashamed?"

Yuan Wendong's breath caught in his throat. He retorted angrily, "That was just my momentary carelessness; I didn't expect you to strike so suddenly. Now that I'm focused, can you still hit me?"

Rage from Yuan Wendong +511!

Upon hearing his words, a wave of boos swept through the training ground. How could a dignified Fifth-Grade expert like him be slapped by a "good-for-nothing," even if it was due to carelessness?

Yuan Wendong ignored the boos. Xue'er had told him earlier that Zu An was a Third-Grade practitioner and that his actual combat ability was somewhat peculiar, so it wasn't too surprising that a sudden sneak attack could harm him.

But now the situation was different. He was fully on guard; how could his opponent harm him again? Hmph, once I capture him, I'll first break his arms, then...

No sooner had this thought formed than there was another "smack!"

Yuan Wendong staggered, barely keeping his balance, feeling a searing pain on his face.

What just happened?

A flicker of confusion crossed Yuan Wendong's eyes. He had only seen a blur for a moment, losing sight of his opponent, and then the next instant, a slap landed on his face.

How was this possible?

This wasn't just his confusion; it was the confusion of every spectator in the training ground.

Sang Hong's pupils constricted. Others hadn't seen clearly, but with his cultivation, he had perceived it distinctly: Zu An had approached Yuan Wendong's side with an incredibly strange movement technique; the opponent hadn't even reacted.

Shi Kun also frowned deeply, turning to Xue'er behind him with a stern expression. "What is going on? Why did your intelligence never mention he possessed such a movement technique?"

Xue'er looked equally bewildered. "I don't know. He clearly didn't have it when I fought him last time."

"Useless!" Shi Kun scoffed, continuing to stare at the arena.

Xue'er's eyes reddened, and she bit her lip, but said nothing.

A faint smile played on Jiang Luofu's lips. "If I had known the little rascal had such a trump card, I wouldn't have worried about you for so long in vain."

At this moment, the most shocked were undoubtedly the Chu family members. Qin Wanru nudged her husband beside her. "Husband, did I just see things?"

Chu Zhongtian's shock was no less than hers. He couldn't help but smile bitterly. "How could you be seeing things twice in a row?"

Judging by the elemental energy fluctuations when Zu An just attacked, he seemed to be around Third Grade. But how could a Third-Grade practitioner possess such speed? Had this guy been hiding his true strength all along, quietly cultivating to this level?

Chu Chuyan couldn't help but ask, "Father, what kind of movement technique is that? I've never seen it before."

Chu Zhongtian shook his head. "Not only you, but even I have never seen it."

At this moment, the most excited among the Chu family was Chu Hanzhao. Gazing at the figure in the arena, she thought, *That stinky brother-in-law is actually so powerful! He's been deceiving me for so long. Hmph, I'll settle accounts with you slowly after the match is over.*

"Is this the level of students from Brightmoon Academy's Heavenly Class? Pfft!""And they call him Fifth Grade, a genius? He just got slapped casually by an ordinary person. I could do better than him.""Could it be that they're working together, putting on a show?"

The other people in the training ground didn't have such keen eyesight and couldn't discern the specifics, only finding it absurd that Yuan Wendong, a Fifth-Grade master, was repeatedly slapped.

Hearing the discussions around him, Yuan Wendong's eyes turned bloodshot. *This bastard, to make me lose so much face!*

Rage from Yuan Wendong +1024!

He felt both furious and ashamed, along with a touch of fear, because he still hadn't clearly seen how his opponent moved. His mind was a complete blur.

"Idiot, are your Fifth-Grade elemental abilities just for show? Zu An's movement technique is too strange; don't engage him in close combat." At this moment, Wu Wei's angry scolding reached his ears.

Yuan Wendong's eyes lit up. He hadn't considered using his elemental abilities before, thinking it would be effortless for a Fifth-Grade expert to defeat a Third-Grade one. He also worried about injuring Zu An too severely or ending the match too quickly, so his subconscious inclination was to fight him slowly, torturing him gradually.

But now, after being slapped twice in a row, he no longer cared about such considerations. He decided he would tear Zu An into a thousand pieces to sate his burning hatred.

"You've completely enraged me," Yuan Wendong declared, retreating backward and gradually widening the distance between them. He slowly raised his hands into the air. "I have to admit, your movement technique is somewhat advanced, but against absolute power, none of that is worth a damn!"

As he spoke, the swords and blades in the hands of those near the arena subtly trembled, as if responding to a call from the void, eager to leap from their scabbards.

One by one, people were greatly alarmed and hastily gripped their weapons tightly. Only the Yuan family seemed prepared, making no effort to stop the blades and swords as they shot into the sky, flying towards the arena. They gathered around Yuan Wendong, floating in mid-air, their blades and tips pointed directly at Zu An in the distance.

"Is this the power of a Fifth Grade?""Wow, controlling flying swords like that is so cool.""I told you, how could Yuan Wendong, a dignified Fifth-Grade master, lose to a good-for-nothing son-in-law?"

Qin Wanru watched from the side, feeling both angry and anxious. "Why didn't Zu An use his movement technique to close in on Yuan Wendong and fight him just now? Why did he just stand there and watch him create distance? Now look, with all these blades and swords in the air, how can he dodge them no matter how fast his movement technique is?"

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. "It's true what they say: nouveau riche love to show off!"

Rage from Qin Wanru +567!