Chapter 118: In My BGM, No One Can Defeat Me

What just happened?

The bustling training ground suddenly fell silent. Everyone stared wide-eyed at the arena.

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

All their movements suddenly froze. Had Zu An just slapped Yuan Wendong?

How was this possible?

Everyone's first reaction was that they must have seen wrong. After all, Yuan Wendong was a recognized genius with a fifth-grade cultivation, while Zu An was known as the city's notorious good-for-nothing, with even worse physical stamina than an ordinary person.

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

How did he do that?

Upon seeing Zu An suddenly leap onto the stage, some of the Chu family members prepared to intervene, some worried, and others felt a sense of schadenfreude.

However, the scene before them stunned everyone. 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, lying on a stretcher, heartlessly clapped her hands: "Brother-in-law is amazing! Ouch~" She accidentally agitated her hand injury and couldn't help but cry out.

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

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

A surge of fury instantly rushed to his head!

Anger value from Yuan Wendong +1024!

He had envisioned ten thousand scenarios, pondering how to humiliate Zu An on the stage without leaving any trace, while also considering what to do if the Chu family tried to stop him. This situation, however, had never crossed his mind.

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

"I'll kill you!"

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

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

"What do you want? It's too late to beg for mercy now!" Yuan Wendong said through gritted teeth. Despite his words, he momentarily paused, pondering how to salvage his reputation. Ideally, this fellow would be crying and kneeling before him, begging for his life. No, even that wouldn't be enough.

Zu An placed both hands on his forehead and slicked his hair back. "I came on stage too hastily just now, I completely forgot to play my special entrance music." After speaking, he pulled a conch shell from his pocket, and a stirring melody echoed throughout the arena.

Yuan Wendong, Shi Kun, Wu Qing, and Chu Chuyan all looked on in stunned silence.

The students of the Heaven-class naturally knew what was happening; they had witnessed this before at school. But others didn't know, and they began to murmur amongst themselves:

"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 initially feeling sleepy; she never particularly enjoyed these fights. However, upon hearing the music, she was instantly invigorated, and a strange light glimmered in her beautiful eyes:

"Gong, shang, jiao, zhi, yu... Hmm, this melody doesn't quite match. There are many notes I've never heard before. How was this created?"

"This guy is always so flashy," Xie Xiu, standing beside her, gasped. Suddenly, an idea struck him, and he quickly turned to Xie Daoyun. "Sister, you're skilled in music. Could you compose a similar entrance theme for me?"

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

Xie Xiu was taken aback. "Zu An's musical talent is that high?"

No sooner had he spoken than he regretted it. As expected, Xie Daoyun's eyes lit up. "This piece was composed by Zu An?"

"Possibly. Zu An played this piece in the classroom before, and I haven't heard it anywhere else." Xie Xiu hesitated but told the truth. Many in Moonlit Academy knew about this, and if she inquired, it couldn't be kept a secret.

"This fellow is truly interesting," Xie Daoyun murmured, gazing at the figure in the arena, her eyes filled with curiosity.

Jiang Luofu was also watching Zu An, but her gaze lingered more on the conch shell in his hand. "That seems to be Shang Liuyu's personal item. He even gave it to him. Hmph, little rascal, and you still claim you two have no relationship!"

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

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

"You'll soon realize all this is useless; it'll only make everyone look at you like a clown." Yuan Wendong launched into a verbal attack, trying to regain some face. Unfortunately, he always felt his skill in this area was inferior to Zu An's, which only angered him more.

Anger value from Yuan Wendong +400!

Zu An sighed. "You just got slapped by me. I wonder where you found the courage to say all that. Aren't you ashamed?"

Yuan Wendong's breath hitched, and he retorted angrily, "That was just me being careless earlier, caught off guard by your sudden attack. Now that I'm focused, do you think you can still hit me?"

Anger value from Yuan Wendong +511!

Hearing his words, the training ground erupted in boos. For a dignified fifth-grade expert to be slapped by a "good-for-nothing," even if it was due to carelessness, it was simply unacceptable.

Yuan Wendong ignored the jeers. Xue'er had told him before that this guy was a third-grade cultivator with peculiar combat abilities, so he wasn't too surprised that a sudden sneak attack could injure him.

But now the situation was different. He was on high alert, fully prepared. How could the other party possibly hurt him again? Hmph, once I capture him, I'll first break his hands, then...

Just as that thought arose, there was another "smack."

Yuan Wendong swayed, nearly losing his footing, and felt a burning pain on his face.

What just happened?

A trace of bewilderment flashed in Yuan Wendong's eyes. He had only noticed a blur, a fleeting moment when he lost sight of Zu An, and then the next instant, he was slapped across the face.

How was this possible!

This was not only his confusion but also the confusion of every spectator in the training ground.

Sang Hong's pupils constricted. Others hadn't seen it clearly, but with his cultivation, he had observed it distinctly: Zu An had approached Yuan Wendong's side with an extremely bizarre movement technique, and Yuan Wendong hadn't reacted at all.

Shi Kun also frowned deeply, his face stern as he looked at Xue'er behind him. "What exactly is going on? Why did your intelligence never mention he possessed such a movement technique?"

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

"Useless!" Shi Kun snorted, continuing to glare 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 fellow had such a hidden card, I wouldn't have worried for you in vain for so long."

At this moment, the Chu family members were the most shocked. 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 say with a wry smile, "How could you possibly be seeing things twice in a row?"

Judging from the energy fluctuations when Zu An made his move, he seemed to be around third-grade. But how could a third-grade cultivator possess such speed?

Had this fellow been biding his time all along, cultivating to this extent without a word?

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. "Let alone you, even I haven't seen it."

Among the Chu family, Chu Hanzhao was the most excited at this moment. Gazing at the figure in the arena, she thought, "That rotten brother-in-law is actually so powerful, he tricked me for so long. Hmph, I'll settle the score with you slowly after your match is over."

"Is this the level of a Heaven-class student from Moonlit Academy? Hmph~"

"He's supposed to be fifth-grade, a genius, yet he's easily slapped by an ordinary person. I could do better than him."

"Could they be putting on an act together?"

The other spectators in the training ground didn't have such keen eyesight and couldn't discern the specifics; they simply found it preposterous that Yuan Wendong, a fifth-grade master, was being repeatedly slapped.

Hearing the whispers around him, Yuan Wendong's eyes turned red.

"This bastard, to make me lose so much face!"

Anger value from Yuan Wendong +1024!

He was filled with anger, shame, and a touch of fear, for he still hadn't clearly seen how the other person moved. His mind was a complete blur.

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

Yuan Wendong's eyes lit up. He hadn't thought of using his elemental abilities before, figuring that for a fifth-grade expert to defeat a third-grade one would be effortless. He also worried about injuring Zu An too severely or ending the match too quickly, so subconsciously, he intended to fight him slowly, torturing him gradually.

But now, having been slapped twice in a row, he no longer cared about such considerations. He resolved to cut Zu An into a thousand pieces to appease his hatred.

"You've completely enraged me," Yuan Wendong said, retreating and gradually widening the distance between them. He slowly raised his hands into the air. "I must admit, your movement technique is somewhat advanced, but in the face of 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 summoned by a void power, eager to leap from their scabbards.

Everyone was astonished and quickly gripped their weapons tightly. Only the Yuan family seemed prepared, making no attempt to stop the blades and swords as they shot into the sky, flying towards the arena. They gathered around Yuan Wendong, floating in the air, their blades and tips pointed directly at Zu An in the distance.

"Is this the power of a fifth-grade cultivator!"

"Wow, controlling flying swords like that is so cool!"

"I knew it, how could Yuan Wendong, a dignified fifth-grade master, possibly lose to a good-for-nothing son-in-law?"

Qin Wanru watched from the side, frustrated and anxious. "Why didn't Zu An use his movement technique to get close to 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 sky, no matter how fast his movement technique is, how can he possibly dodge them all?"

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. "It's truly a case of the newly rich loving to show off!"

Anger value from Qin Wanru +567!