Previously, Song Qingshu was indeed having a headache on how to deal with him without leaving a trace. However, now that he knew his condition, it was naturally much easier.
He didn't need to do anything. All he needed to do was to dodge. Time was on his side.
Dugu Ming's attacks were all killing moves. Previously, he had the mentality of a cat catching a mouse. However, he couldn't afford to waste time now. However, for some reason, his opponent, who he thought was defenseless, suddenly became like a mudfish. Although he was flustered every time, he was always able to dodge his attacks by a hair's breadth.
Dugu Ming didn't think too much about it. He just assumed that his stomach wasn't feeling well, which was why he didn't dare to exert force.
After two consecutive attacks, Dugu Ming remained rooted to the ground, not daring to move an inch. The sharp-eyed people at the side of the arena could see that his face was twitching. It was obvious that he was trying his best to resist the feeling in his body.
Feeling his stomach churning, Dugu Ming knew that he couldn't hold it in any longer. However, if he were to run to the toilet now, wouldn't he be letting the brat in front of him take advantage of him?
Let's try one more move, one last move!
Even though he was already on the verge of losing it, Dugu Ming wasn't willing to give up just like that. He decided to try one last move to knock his opponent down first.
In order to ensure that nothing went wrong, he immediately held a long sword in his hand and displayed Peerless City's Holy Spirit Sword Technique. He sealed off all of his opponent's escape routes. With his opponent's martial arts skills, he would definitely die under this move.
"Baoyu, quickly admit defeat!" Xue Baochai, who was below the arena, was instantly anxious. She could already tell that Dugu Ming's sword contained killing intent and could really kill his opponent.
The yellow-shirted lady at the side secretly sighed and secretly held a teacup in her hand. She planned to save him if the situation went south. After all, she couldn't really let him die on the arena.
However, "Jia Baoyu" on the arena seemed to be scared out of her wits. She stood dumbfounded on the spot and couldn't move an inch.
Looking at Dugu Ming's ferocious expression, everyone had the same thought: Is someone going to die in the first round of the competition?
However, other than a few close friends and relatives of both sides, most of the people just wanted to watch the show. They couldn't wait for the bloodier stage to be, the better.
"Kill him!"
"Kill him!"
"Kill … huh?"
On the stage, there was a sudden change. Dugu Ming rushed over aggressively, but halfway through, the wooden planks on the ground seemed to have decayed, as he stepped on them. A hole appeared out of nowhere, causing Dugu Ming to fall flat on his face.
The arena was newly built by the Western Xia, so it was naturally impossible to use rotten wood. When Song Qingshu was dodging, he deliberately used his internal force to shatter the wooden plank under his feet, just to trick him at the critical moment.
"You bastard, I'm going to kill you!" Dugu Ming couldn't care less about his image now. He crawled up and was about to chop someone.
However, as soon as he stood up, he was stunned. He felt a warm current gushing out. He lowered his head in disbelief and saw a yellow liquid flowing out of his pants, accompanied by a foul smell.
The crowd quietened down. They were all martial arts masters, so they naturally had sharp eyes and could see what had happened.
"Ah!" Dugu Ming screamed. At this moment, he couldn't care less about chasing after Song Qingshu anymore. He lifted his sleeves to cover his face and ran for his life to the toilet below the stage.
"First round, Jia Baoyu wins!" The official at the side had a strange expression. He didn't expect the first round to turn into a farce.
"Tsk ~" Quickly, look at the book.
Booing sounds could be heard in the drill ground. It was obvious that everyone wasn't satisfied with this round. However, it was still quite interesting to witness a rich young master urinating on the stage.
Only then did Song Qingshu cup his hands in the air. He said to the people around him with a proud face, "My Air Splitting Palm is amazing, right? Just now, I hit a top-notch master through the air, so please pray that you don't have to face me in the future."
Xue Baochai, who was just nervous below the stage, now sat back in her seat with a face full of shame. She was afraid that someone would know that she knew him. "This person is really shameless."
The yellow-robed woman by the side placed her teacup back on her seat. She also had a strange expression on her face. "At the very least, he's very lucky."
However, the others were not so polite. Quite a number of people already looked down on him for advancing to the next round just because he paid his opponent to win the first round. They had long since wanted to see a real elite teach him a lesson, but they didn't expect that this elite would actually fail miserably.
'With that lousy martial arts of yours, you think you can beat your opponent up with just one palm strike? 'You're really shameless!'
The people in the area instantly started cursing him. In fact, quite a number of people even threw the things in their hands at the stage. The official from Class One Hall on the stage originally wanted these people to smash the shameless bastard in front of him to death, but unfortunately for him, he had to take action to block the items that were thrown at him.
"Young master, please hurry up and get off the stage. We're about to start the next round." The official from Class One Hall suppressed the urge to beat him up and forced a smile.
"Why does your smile look even uglier than when you cry?" Song Qingshu mocked him before he puffed out his chest and got off the stage. He was like a proud rooster, and he perfectly portrayed the expression of a good-for-nothing rich kid who was so pleased with himself.
In the eyes of those who did not know about the situation, he naturally looked like he was filled with hatred, but those who knew about the situation could not help but smile. Wanyan Zhongjie could not help but say, "Big Brother Song is really interesting."
By the side, Ouyang Feng could not help but laugh as well. "This boy's acting skills are really good. I'm starting to realize that he has the talent to be a bad guy."
Wanyan Zhongjie could not help but glare at him. "Don't talk nonsense. Our Big Brother Song is the best person in the world."
If anyone else had said such words to the mighty Western Poison, Ouyang Feng would have long since been angered and killed them. However, when he looked at the girl with bright eyes, Ouyang Feng could not get angry. "Yes, yes, yes. He's the best. I don't know what kind of bewitching potion that boy gave you."
At that moment, Song Qingshu returned to the diplomat group's area and said to Xue Baochai with slight smugness, "Big Sister Bao, you didn't expect that I would be able to advance, did you?"
"You're just … just lucky." Xue Baochai's face turned slightly red. Clearly, she was thinking about the situation on the stage.
Song Qingshu chuckled. "Indeed, I was lucky because I relied on shit."
Xue Baochai and the yellow-robed woman both frowned and hid to the side in disgust. Clearly, they were disgusted by him.
Only Xue Pan came over. "Brother, not bad. I wonder if I'll be as lucky as you later."
Song Qingshu smiled. "With Brother Xue's martial arts, it won't be a problem for you." After the usual flattery, he looked at the Lu brothers with a strange expression. Usually, the two of them would not let go of a chance to ridicule him. What was going on today?
The two of them had solemn expressions, as if they were thinking about something important.
At this moment, the second match had already begun. The Jin Kingdom's Wanyan Zhongjie was up against an expert from the Eight Trigrams School.
After Wanyan Zhongjie went up the stage, he fanned the air in front of his nose with a look of disgust. "This place is so smelly. Aren't you guys going to change?"
The Class One Hall referee was about to cry. How could they change the stage in such a short amount of time? He could only smile apologetically and say, "We've already cleaned it up."
"Why do I feel like there's a stench?" Wanyan Zhongjie said to his opponent while covering his nose. "Hurry up and start. Once you're done, we'll leave."
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