"Before we fight, can you take off your mask?! Why don't you show me your true face? " Phoenix Dances suddenly spoke the moment the system announced the start of the battle. Her voice was as smooth as pearls, and it was very refreshing, making it difficult for anyone to refuse the beauty's request.
Unfortunately for her, Happy smiled faintly under the mask of the cloth covering his face and refused the beauty's request. He was an acquaintance who had spent some time with her and was very immune to it.
"Why?"
Phoenix Dances had expected that someone as prideful as him would not submit obediently, and she asked again, feeling indignant.
"I once swore an oath to my faction …"
Happy's deep and calm tone instantly stirred up Phoenix Dances' curiosity, but when he said the last few words, vexation appeared on her face. "In this life, the only person who can take off my mask is the woman who personally defeats me. That woman will be the love of my life, so forgive me for not agreeing to your request."
When Phoenix Dances heard the last few words, her originally calm and nervous heart relaxed, but she immediately sank into an even more vexed and gloomy mood. She scowled. "Hmph!" He actually dared to make fun of her?
Who would want to be the love of his life?
Teasing. This was definitely a blatant teasing!
'If I know who you are, you'll suffer!'
Phoenix Dances cursed in her heart in anger.
"Attack."
But against her expectations, Happy did not hold back at all. With a loud clang, he drew his Noble Sword, and like a bolt of lightning, he appeared to Phoenix Dances' left. His attack was so sharp that it shocked her so much that she quickly lifted her sword to parry it.
She cursed angrily, "Are you even a man? You're not a gentleman at all."
Happy ignored her. He remembered that after Beautiful Robes Faction was built, Phoenix Dances had been even more domineering than a man's when she used her Phoenix Wing Spear. There were few in the game who could withstand her attacks. "Are you even a man?!" She had always said those words in a condescending and contemptuous manner, causing countless men to feel so ashamed that they wanted to die. She had never been as feminine as she was at that moment.
"Hahahaha!"
When he thought of that, Happy's heart burned with passion. While he laughed, he used Eight Trigrams Steps and circled around her. His Nine Palaces Sword was agile, but there was also a hint of ruthlessness to it. Right now, he wanted to build a strong image in Phoenix Dances' heart so that this talented girl who did not regard men as her equals would know that he did not want to bully her in the past.
There was no way Phoenix Dances was Happy's opponent. She parried a few of his attacks, but soon, she found herself in a difficult situation. She revealed a lot of openings, and a solemn expression filled her face. She did not say anything else, but determination and perseverance appeared in her eyes.
"Admit defeat."
In the end, he did not kick Phoenix Dances off the stage like he did to the others. With one palm strike, he forced Phoenix Dances back and sheathed his sword behind his back. With a graceful posture, he stared at Phoenix Dances, who was already drenched in sweat. "You can't win against me."
Even though winning or losing was nothing, he was worried that his kick would make Phoenix Dances lose face and hurt her pride. If that happened, she would no longer be able to enter World of Martial Arts, and that would be a great sin.
"Never!"
Phoenix Dances bit down on her bottom lip while she held her longsword. She refused to admit defeat.
"Then I'm going to kick you down."
"How dare you!"
Phoenix Dances still bit down on her bottom lip. A faint light shone in her eyes, and she forced herself not to cry. Happy felt his heart tremble when he saw that.
'This woman …
'She's just too prideful, and she's too eager to win.'
He sighed and shook his head in resignation. "Alright, I admit defeat. Is that alright? It's just a match. Is it really worth it to be so serious? " Once he finished speaking, he told the system to give up on the match. Under Phoenix Dances' shocked gaze, he turned into indistinct shadows and disappeared.
Phoenix Dances moved forward and opened her mouth. She wanted to say something, but the system's notification of her victory had already made her return to her peak condition. She had also chosen her opponent for the second round. The words that were at the tip of her tongue were stuck in her chest, and she did not manage to say them.
…
The second segment was to win three out of five matches. Happy took the initiative to give up on the first round, but he still had four chances. He did not feel dejected. After all, as long as he won the next round, he could still enter the third segment.
But what if he ran into Phoenix Dances again in the later segment? What should he do?
When he thought of this question, Happy felt as if there was a ball of twine stuffed into his head, and he was trapped in it, unable to get out.
His second opponent could be considered to be unlucky.
Happy's hands trembled when he faced Masked Man, but in the end, he still ran into Happy, who was in a very bad mood. Before he could even finish delivering his first attack, Happy used the light wound on his shoulder to stab his opponent's chest.
Before his opponent died, he stared at the wound on Happy's shoulder. His eyes went wide, as if he wanted to remember it. Disbelief and excitement shone in his eyes.
"What the hell are you doing?"
Happy pushed his opponent's corpse away and grumbled in resignation. "You're dead, and you look so happy. You're just making it hard for me to vent my anger!"
He did not know that Butt Butt was the only one who could injure him. His opponent thought that it was already very difficult for him to injure him, and he thought that it was a great honor.
"…"
Happy's third and fourth opponents also received special treatment. They retreated in defeat with great satisfaction, excitement, and excitement. But in the fifth round, Happy's opponent was Puffy God.
Puffy God narrowed his eyes into slits, and he appeared to be incredibly cautious. He stood thirty-two feet away, and all sorts of thoughts flashed in his small eyes.
"What are you up to?"
When he saw his opponent in the final round, Happy smiled happily. He quietly sheathed his Noble Sword, and under Puffy God's surprised gaze, he put it into his Universe Bag.
Puffy God was instantly stunned. He could not quite understand Happy's goal in doing this.
"Come on, fatty."
Happy extended his palms and gestured at him.
Puffy God's eyes instantly turned bloodshot. 'This bastard used his sword against others, but when he's up against me, he put it away. Is he looking down on me?!'
"Hmph!"
Puffy God snorted in indignation and drew his Nine-ringed Saber. With the continuous sounds of metal rings clashing against each other, he closed in on Happy like a huge Maitreya Buddha.
But he did not know that Happy had put away his Noble Sword because his attainments in fist techniques were greater than his sword techniques. When he saw Puffy God's sparkling eyes, he knew that Puffy God was up to no good. That was why he put away his sword beforehand and intended to fight with all his might right from the start.
Puffy God might be a little greedy, but he was pretty good, and he always targeted his opponents. If Puffy God did not guard against him beforehand, there was a possibility that he would fail miserably, even though it was an easy task!
Happy closed in on Puffy God and moved like a maggot attached to a bone. He used the high mobility and attack speed of his fist technique to continuously block Puffy God's attacks. He suppressed Puffy God with his full strength, and in just a few short seconds, he displayed an incredibly fierce and proactive and wild fighting style, forcing Puffy God to be unable to execute his moves. He was constantly being beaten up.
Puffy God slowly sensed that something was off.
If Happy was said to be an assassin when he used a sword. He was ruthless, direct, and could hit a vital spot with just one strike, then at that moment, Happy was like a grandmaster of fist techniques who had control over the entire situation. He was close to Puffy God, but at that moment, he was so close that Puffy God could not even think about fighting against him.
"I'm not fighting anymore! Darn it! I admit defeat! "
Puffy God did not know how many times he was struck, but he did not manage to hit Happy even once. He wanted to cry, but no tears came out.
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